By the Book by Dee Dawning

Author:Dee Dawning [Dawning, Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Menage, Erotic, Adult
Goodreads: 6470491
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Published: 2008-08-29T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

The Whores

I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.—Steve Martin

After the mortifying fiasco at Happy Cats, the sex wasn’t as magical as it had been the previous week. Instead, Sarah had been quiet and reflective, as if enduring an inner conflict.

Because of this and wary of what wild new sexual scenario the book had planned for us, I viewed the oncoming Friday—today—with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Like our second book night, Sarah wasn’t home. I looked on the counter where the note had been two weeks previous and she had left another note.

Take a cruise on the wild side. Drive down Center Street slowly. Look for the whore in the red platform heels.

Center Street? Where the prostitutes wait for johns? Look for the whore in red platforms? I left for Center Street faster than you can spell Katmandu.

I drove up Center Street but saw no red platforms. Running out of street walkers I turned around and headed back down as the hookers recognizing my car and maybe me, began to wave me over but none wore red platforms. Nothing. Should I give up and head home? And leave Sarah walking the streets with hookers and pimps? Am I kidding? I headed up for the second time with my window down and radio off so I could hear in case Sarah yelled at me. Instead, at each red light, I heard. “You wanna party?” “Looking for love?” “Man, you a hunk. For you, half price!” “Hey, Stud. Let me do you!”

Finally, I decided to pull over and talk to one of the girls. Being early spring it wasn’t cold and the sun had yet to set, but it was nippy. Nevertheless, these girls walked around in next to nothing. I got out by a couple of girls and rose up a pointed finger. They were both average looking, but they had good bodies, which they showed off to the maximum. One was black the other white.

The black one smiled at me and spoke, “Man you lost or som’tin? You one sexy mutha. You don’t need to come down to Center Street for poontang. You can get all you want on Park Avenue. Cours’in yo lookin ta walk the wild side, ole Illana is here to please.”

This prompted the white one to speak. “Illana’s pretty good but customers have told me I’m better. Myna’s my name—like the bird.”

“Ya, well customers have told me I’m the best,” Illana responded tartly.

“No ladies I’m sure you’re both very good at what you do, but I’m looking for information.”

Standing in front of them now, they each grabbed an arm and Illana said, “We out here shivering our asses off to make money. Information’s worth money too!”

“Okay, fine, how much?”

“Same as a blow job,” said Myna. “Fifty.”

I choked. “Fifty. Isn’t that—”

They were indignant. Spittle flying from her mouth Illana yelled, “Der’s girls dat get fifty for a fucking lap dance. Three to five minutes of rubbing their cunt against your pecker through your pants.

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