up, just so you know.”
“That’s fine. Most of Herman’s girls are class enough they don’t stink up the place. You tell the old man Jerry sends his best.”
AS PER USUAL we rented a suite for Collins and an adjacent single in case Park or I wanted to take a crack at the other girls. When they arrived I was drinking a Falstaff, Collins a water tumbler full of gin, and Park nothing at all. There were three of them, and as Jerry had indicated, they were high class by the standards of Wichita whores, neatly coiffed and dressed as fashionably as any outcall girls I’d seen. Collins was all over the first gal, groping her and pinning her to the couch while the rest of us sat quietly, waiting for him to make up his mind which girl he was going to fuck. He got up off of the first one, a patient, unflappable redhead whose makeup and hair were considerably off-kilter, and moved to the second candidate. This one was a big-eyed, moonfaced blonde with a slight resemblance to Joan Blondell, and I was hoping Collins would settle on the third because I had always wanted to put the pork to Joan Blondell. Collins pulled her to her feet and backed her up to the wall, and she reached around and grabbed his ass and kissed him before he had a chance to move in. The old pervert was taken aback; he didn’t like aggressive girls as a rule. He pushed her to the wall again and pulled himself away, pirouetting inadvertently back onto the couch with a thud, right next to girl number three, another blonde. This one was a phony, and her features were so thin she looked a little like a ferret, but her makeup was applied professionally and to a drunkard’s eye she looked fine. Add to that her sly, eager smile and we had ourselves a winner.
While she and the boss adjourned to the bedroom I offered Park first dibs on the room next door. “No, thanks,” he said. “Got in a hell of a lot of trouble last time. Penicillin kind of trouble.”
Another rule I learned in the pimping trade: When screwing professional or semi-professional women, a prophylactic is always advisable. I didn’t say that to Park, though, since I was pretty anxious to get to that other room myself.
IN THE ADJOINING room the blonde call girl asked me if I wanted to undress her or watch her do it. I told her to go ahead and asked if she was up for an ass reaming.
“Sure, it’s ten dollars extra. You’ll have to go out for some Vaseline, though, I didn’t bring any. Also I need to be awful relaxed, so I’m gonna be needing my pussy eaten first.”
“Fine by me,” I said.
“I just mention it because a lot of guys won’t.”
“I’m not one of ’em.” I put my jacket on and poured her a drink. “I’ll hit the drug store and be back in a few.”
THE ALL-NIGHT DRUG store was just a few blocks away. Ten minutes later the clerk was ringing up the Vaseline, but not without trying to sell me on some Mentholatum instead. He was about twenty-two or three with too much grease in his hair, working too hard at being helpful.
“Most everything you can use the one for you can use the other. And it was invented right here in Wichita, did you know that? Plus it’s got the cooling menthol.”
“That’s the thing,” I said. “I don’t think the whore in question wants her asshole mentholated.”
His face went blank for a second, then he looked away with his mouth wide and without managing to meet my gaze again dropped the Vaseline in the paper sack.
BACK AT THE room the call girl was taking a bath with the bathroom door open. “I can come out any time,” she said. “This helps me relax beforehand.”
“Fine with me,” I said, watching her under the water.
“My hole’s already clean. Had a client wanted some yesterday and I haven’t had a BM since, so you’re in luck. You might have had to buy a douche bag, too.”
“I’ve always been lucky.”
“What’s your name?” She closed her eyes and slid down further under the water, her chest
“That’s fine. Most of Herman’s girls are class enough they don’t stink up the place. You tell the old man Jerry sends his best.”
AS PER USUAL we rented a suite for Collins and an adjacent single in case Park or I wanted to take a crack at the other girls. When they arrived I was drinking a Falstaff, Collins a water tumbler full of gin, and Park nothing at all. There were three of them, and as Jerry had indicated, they were high class by the standards of Wichita whores, neatly coiffed and dressed as fashionably as any outcall girls I’d seen. Collins was all over the first gal, groping her and pinning her to the couch while the rest of us sat quietly, waiting for him to make up his mind which girl he was going to fuck. He got up off of the first one, a patient, unflappable redhead whose makeup and hair were considerably off-kilter, and moved to the second candidate. This one was a big-eyed, moonfaced blonde with a slight resemblance to Joan Blondell, and I was hoping Collins would settle on the third because I had always wanted to put the pork to Joan Blondell. Collins pulled her to her feet and backed her up to the wall, and she reached around and grabbed his ass and kissed him before he had a chance to move in. The old pervert was taken aback; he didn’t like aggressive girls as a rule. He pushed her to the wall again and pulled himself away, pirouetting inadvertently back onto the couch with a thud, right next to girl number three, another blonde. This one was a phony, and her features were so thin she looked a little like a ferret, but her makeup was applied professionally and to a drunkard’s eye she looked fine. Add to that her sly, eager smile and we had ourselves a winner.
While she and the boss adjourned to the bedroom I offered Park first dibs on the room next door. “No, thanks,” he said. “Got in a hell of a lot of trouble last time. Penicillin kind of trouble.”
Another rule I learned in the pimping trade: When screwing professional or semi-professional women, a prophylactic is always advisable. I didn’t say that to Park, though, since I was pretty anxious to get to that other room myself.
IN THE ADJOINING room the blonde call girl asked me if I wanted to undress her or watch her do it. I told her to go ahead and asked if she was up for an ass reaming.
“Sure, it’s ten dollars extra. You’ll have to go out for some Vaseline, though, I didn’t bring any. Also I need to be awful relaxed, so I’m gonna be needing my pussy eaten first.”
“Fine by me,” I said.
“I just mention it because a lot of guys won’t.”
“I’m not one of ’em.” I put my jacket on and poured her a drink. “I’ll hit the drug store and be back in a few.”
THE ALL-NIGHT DRUG store was just a few blocks away. Ten minutes later the clerk was ringing up the Vaseline, but not without trying to sell me on some Mentholatum instead. He was about twenty-two or three with too much grease in his hair, working too hard at being helpful.
“Most everything you can use the one for you can use the other. And it was invented right here in Wichita, did you know that? Plus it’s got the cooling menthol.”
“That’s the thing,” I said. “I don’t think the whore in question wants her asshole mentholated.”
His face went blank for a second, then he looked away with his mouth wide and without managing to meet my gaze again dropped the Vaseline in the paper sack.
BACK AT THE room the call girl was taking a bath with the bathroom door open. “I can come out any time,” she said. “This helps me relax beforehand.”
“Fine with me,” I said, watching her under the water.
“My hole’s already clean. Had a client wanted some yesterday and I haven’t had a BM since, so you’re in luck. You might have had to buy a douche bag, too.”
“I’ve always been lucky.”
“What’s your name?” She closed her eyes and slid down further under the water, her chest
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