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CHAPTER SEVEN

I lasted at the Geisha for about a month after my session with Benson Kores. The experience was a good one, and I made a great deal of money, most of which I did manage to save, but in the end, the Geisha was just another house, another trap that I had led myself into. It was no different, really, than all the other houses I've spent my life in, from my parents home, to school, to the house I lived in with my husband, Peter. Another trap, another snare, another false illusion of promise, of -freedom, that was as false and as deceiving as all the rest of the world. There was no more happiness there, no more freedom there, than there was in anything else I've looked very carefully at. It was a big, phony lie-with golden doorknobs, silver trimmings, electric blue rugs and crystal chandeliers. But no real, lasting happiness: only the illusion of freedom. Oh, sure, I did have some freedom: certainly more than I ever had as a housewife back in my suburban Long Island home. I could come and go pretty much as I pleased, buy what I wanted with my own money, work in a job that I picked, and I decided how I would perform that job, but the freedom, the real freedom just wasn't there. I did, after all, work for someone. I did work for the Geisha, for Herb Button. I still wasn't, my own boss.

So I moved on. I had a substantial amount of money saved, enough to get me started, enough to get me an expensive apartment and a complete new wardrobe of fashionable clothing, but mostly, I had a chance to begin again my search. It was out there -somewhere-I knew. All I had to do was Sad it. Find it! Logically, the next step after the Geisha would have to be something that provided me the kind of money I was used to, the taste of freedom that I had savored, and the important need to do for myself. To be my own boss. In a sense, the final step of my liberation. I became a prostitute. And that to me was freedom. A real, working freedom. I made all my own decisions. I answered to no one, was responsible to no one but myself. If I did not want to work-I did not work. 1 set my own prices, 7 chose with whom I spent my time and how I spent it. If I did not like a man's looks, I said no to him. For the first time in twenty-eight years. I stood up to the world. Sally Bryant did it her own way. And I was successful. My experiences at the Geisha, coupled with my own good looks, made it easy for me to score. Men liked me because I knew how to treat them. I knew how to make them feel masculine without ever once sacrificing my own independence, my own basic feminity. I knew what to say, how to say it, what to do and how to do it. I capitalized on what I had learned, and in my first few weeks at being a prostitute, I made more money than I've ever made in my life. In the beginning, I tried walking the streets, but 132 I didn't fare too well at that. Mostly it was tiring: hard on your feet. And you met a lower class of John that way. So after the first week or so, I took to working in cocktail lounges. I could sit there all night, drink my drinks leisurely, and make my selection with the same kind of simple ease. If the barman hassled me, I simply went to another bar. Believe me, there were more than enough places in L.A. for me to sample before I risked the chance of returning to one I'd already worked in. And, if I chose to work during the daytime hours, I'd discovered that hotels and business areas are a good place to meet horny men with money. Men on vacation or on business trips who were looking for a little illicit fun, or executives out for a long lunch, with money burning a hole in ther wallet, and a hardon they didn't know where to stick. Hotels and the business areas during the day, bars and cocktail lounges during the night. That's how I met Sidney. Sidney was an executive, one of ten or twelve Vice Presidents of an advertising company. He was about forty, a little paunchy, unhappy with his job and unsatisfied with his wife. I met him in an elevator. I used to go into the building where Sidney worked, before I knew him, and hang around in the lobby or ride up and down on the elevators looking for someone with whom I could score. It was a fairly easy thing to do. I simply wore one of my more sexy dresses without a bra, and half the men in the building would be falling over their feet just to get a glimpse. I've met several men that way, and, in fact, I've even made love to a company president in his private office, right in the building.

I was just getting onto a crowded elevator when I noticed Sidney,. I'd seen him before, on the elevators, and he always gave me a strange, searching look, as if he just wasn't quite sure about me or what I was doing there. I noticed the looks, smiled at him for encouragement, but waited for him to make the first move. He did, finally. I watched him come down an elevator, the same one I was about to get on, and he saw me. Something flickered in his eyes. The crowd came out of the elevators, Sidney included, and he disappeared. I waited for the crowd of ascending people to get on, then I got on, and then, just as the door was closing, someone else pushed his way on. It was Sidney. He stood next to me, sort of facing me, and I could feel bis cock through Ms pants, pressing up against my thigh. He had a harden. I smiled inwardly, and leaned towards him, pressing the erection back against him. He licked his lower lip nervously, and then I felt something brush against my thigh and cunt. It was Sidney's hand. I smiled back at him, and pressed even firmer against his erection. His fingers grazed the broad mound of my cunt. I nodded, and his hand closed over the mound. I pressed down parting my thighs, and Sidney nearly had a heart attack. We rode all the way up to the roof, with his hand on my cunt, and his cock against my thigh. A half hour later, we were in a hotel room. "That's wild, Sally," he said, kissing me. We were sitting on the edge of the mattress, and Sidney had his hand up my skirt, on my cunt. "That's wild." His finger pushed into my wet box, and I pushed 134 down around it, savoring the pleasure. I guessed that 1 wasn't probably a true prostitute; they're supposed to be sexually frigid, at least with their Johns. But I was far from frigid. I still enjoyed sex very much, and all the while I had been at the Geisha, and all the while I'd been working as a prostitute, I'd managed usually to have an orgasm. Only once or twice I didn't come, but it was the fault of the man I was with. They simply came too fast for me to get anything from the experience. "Don't you think we should get down to more . . . serious business?" I asked. I liked the warm cupping feeling of Sidney's fat hand inside of my panties. 'It's getting late." "If you think so, Sally," he said. He squeezed one of my breasts through the top of my dress. "Oh, no bra. How nice." I pushed his hand away, and stood up. His hand slid from my cunt and out of my panties. I began to undress. I had spent enough time with Sidney, and I didn't want to ruin the rest of my afternoon. I figured I could pick up at least three or four men before the five o'clock rush hour, and at twenty-five to fifty dollars a throw, that was a great deal of money. I dropped my dress on the chair next to the bed, and stepped out of my panties. I fingered my cunt to excite Sidney, and he pulled his eock out for my benefit. "You know something, Sally," he said, using his hand against his cock, "you are a remarkably attractive woman. Jesus, if my Emily looked like you I'd probably never fuck another woman in my Me." I laughed at his humorless joke. "Well, then I'm 135 glad I don't look like her, or you wouldn't be here, ready to fuck me." Sidney shuddered. "Say that again. I find that stimulating coming from such an attractive woman." I remember Benson Kores. "What? Saying that I want you to fuck me? Doesn't your wife ever say that?" "Emily?" he said, his voice rising with incredulity. "You gotta be kidding. You know what she refers to it as: it. After twelve years of being married, three kids and one abortion, and she says: "You want to do it tonight, Sid?1" I laughed. "And my cock," he continued. "You know what she calls that-my thing. Tut your thing in my thing, Sidney.' Not even clinical can she be. I wouln't mind penis even or vagina. But thing and it. It's like making love to Parts Department." I laughed again softly. I spread the lips of my cunt, exposing the wet underside. "Sidney," I said, "come and put your big thick cock in my wet, juicy pussy, and fuck the shit out of me." Sidney stood up and began to undress. His cock stood stiffly from the front of his gray slacks, very pink, and sort of stunted. It was about five inches long, and not very thick. He slipped out of his jacket shirt and tie and pants, and was down to his undershirt and blue boxer shorts when he turned to me with a question. "You know what I would like to do to you-with you, Sally?" He was very serious now, but I hadn't quite sensed the sudden shift in his intent. "No-what?" I asked, laughing. I ran my finger over the length of his cock, up and over the stiff ridge of 136 ihe circumcised head. "What would you like to do to or with me, Sidney?" He sat on the edge of the bed, still in his shorts, with his black knee-high socks still on. He looked at me through his horn-rimmed glasses. "Something that I've never done before in my Me. Something that my wife . . . that Emily would never let me do to her." I giggled, still not aware that he was very serious. "That's what I'm here for … to fulfill your fondest wishes. What would you like to do?" "Fuck you up the ass." I stared at him for a moment, without blinking, without breathing. I hadn't expected that. For some reasons I had managed to push it completely from my thoughts, almost as if it were a part of the past that I was afraid to deal with. In all the time I was at the Geisha, in all the weeks that I'd been a prostitute, in all the years of my Me" in fact, that was the one-the only sexual act I had never performed. "I … don't know," I said, considering the proposal for the first time, "That would cost more. A lot of money." "I'm prepared for that," Sidney explained. "I can afford whatever you want to charge me, Sally. Name the price," I could feel sweat running down the insides of my thighs, and I shivered as if I were suddenly cold. The thought frightened me. I've always considered that- I can't even say it-to be so painful, so perverted. It must hurt very much, very, very much. I remembered Peter. He always wanted to do that to me too-fuck me in my ass. But like Emily, like Sidney's prudish wife, I never gave him that pleasure. 137 Just as I never allowed him to come in my mouth. But I let other men do that. I thought of Ralph and the nameless men I'd performed that task for. But the other, ass fucking, I'd never done. For no man. Was it because I was only afraid of the pain, or was it something else? Was I holding on-to the past, to that other style of life? Was that what I was doing? Afraid to make the final break, the last link with the past? "Well?" Sidney asked. "What do you say?" I looked at him distractedly. I'd almost forgotten he was in the room with me. "Oh," I said, thinking. "I don't . . . know." "I can pay you," he said, as if that was the only consideration. "I have a lot of money." If I did this, I thought, then I could never-never -go back again. It would be the final break, the last link, the last hold I had with the past, with my old self. If I did this, I would be truly free. Truly free. In mind and body, but in spirit as well. My soul would be free. I made my decision. I could do nothing else. I looked at Sidney. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach, and my knees were shaking. I was more afraid than I was excited sexually. I kept on remembering, a similar scene, when I was a teenager. I was with a boy named Roger, and I had just agreed to give up my virginity. Roger and Sidney: two ends of my Me. I nodded my head quickly, more than once. "All right," I said. My voice cracked. "We can do that if you want. You can fuck me … in my ass, Sidney." "How much?" Sidney asked. He rose, as if to get his wallet.

I waved him back. "Well discuss money later," I said. "After." He nodded, as if he understood the significance of my request. He pulled his undershirt off, and dropped his blue boxer shorts. His flesh was milky white, and his cock throbbed stiffly. He had a blondish red hair on his crotch, and it reminded me of rusting steel wool. "Come and make love to me, Sidney," I said. "Get me in the mood for this." We came together, our two naked bodies, and I leaned across his puffy belly and kissed his mouth. His tongue pushed between rny lips, and I slid his stubby cock between my thighs, opening the lips of my cunt As we kissed, I rocked back and forth, robbing his erection against the nub of my clitoris until I could feel the wetness of my excitement begin la the empty hollow of my cuntal passageway. I broke the kiss off. "We're going to need more than this," I said. I needed real passion, real fire, sexual energy to make the final move. "Let me lay down on the bed." I sat back, puffing the pillow from the top of the mattress, and put it under my head. I spread my thighs open and drew them back and up. "Lick my cunt," I said. "Lick it hard. Wet." Sidney was very excited, and he nearly fell on top of me. He banged his knee getting down. He leaned forward, and I could feel his hot breath against the wetness of my cunt. He put his mouth between my thighs, and began to lick "Easy . . . easy," I said. His tongue was stretching tiie elastic mouth of my hole. He was trying to stuff 139 it inside of me. "Lick me gently, firmly. Lick up, from the hole. Stroke the clitoris with your tongue." He didn't know exactly what I meant, and I had to show him. Apparently his wife was even more prudish than I had imagined. But he learned after a moment, and he began to lick my cunt like an old professional. "Good …" I moaned. I pulled my legs back, lifting my cunt into his mouth. "That's very . , . good." I could feel myself opening and getting very wet. The lips of my cunt were sloppy with saliva and my own building juices, and my clit throbbed excitedly from the- unaccustomed directness of Sidney's attack. He did exactly as I had asked: he began at the hole of my cunt, licked upward, through the oozing slit, rubbed the flat of his tongue across the head of my clitoris, then stroked back again the other way, until he was at my cunt hole again. Then he began to innovate. Each time he reached the swirling core of my body, he darted his tongue inside me, sinking his tongue until I could feel his teeth pressing into the soft flesh of my hairy mound. He wriggled the tongue around inside of me, flitting it from one side of the canal to the other until I writhed with passion. Then he would pull the tongue out, and trail it again up my body, towards the clit, as if nothing at all had happened. "Oh . . . that's good, Sidney," I moaned. I humped my cunt up and down and tried to let him fuck me with his tongue. It was thick and fat, like his soft meringue-like body, and he filled my cunt with it. "Good, baby. . . . Good!" I could feel the confidence growing in Sidney. He slipped his hands up from my ass cheeks, and he 140 pushed them over the top of my legs. Sliding them back, he gripped into my flesh, and pinned me down with his hands. He pressed me back, dipping his face deeper and deeper into my cunt. With his hands holding me securely in place, I released my own hold on my legs. I reached down between my parted thighs, and I grabbed onto his balding head with both hands. I pressed his fat face deep into my cunt "That's it …" I moaned. "You're doing it well . . . very well." The pleasure in my cunt was vividly intense. I was wide open, the lips flapping, and the wet juices were oozing out from the sponge of my cunt, trailing down the back crack of my cunt, collecting between the cheeks of my ass. The sensation aroused me with tremors of anticipation. I pushed at Sidney's head. "Enough, enough," I instructed. "Now . . . further back. Further back . . . until you're licking my . . anus. Until you're licking my asshole!" I could feel the shaking of Sidney's arousal sink down into me. His tongue began to move back, slowly, torturously, until he left my cunt and was licking at my anus. "Oh . . God!" I moaned. It was as if fire was licking through me. Either the anus has to be the most sensitive spot on the human body, or the sheer perversity of having it stimulated was enough to make it seem that way. I crushed my ass up into his face. "Lick it, Sidney! Lick itr I could feel the wet tip of his tongue dancing around the tight mouth of my puckered anus. He spread my ass cheeks wide apart with the press of 141 his meaty hands. He licked the hole thoroughly, bathing it with saliva, until I could feel cool trickles of moisture dripping down inside of me. Then he stabbed his tongue in. "Oh my Godl" I cried. My body began to quake violently from the pleasure. His tongue was all the way inside of me; all the way in my assl "Jesusr I could feel the hard nub of Sidney's chin between the soft cushion of my ass cheeks, and his nose was snorting right into that sensitive crack an inch or two above the anus. His thick, spongy tongue was inside of me, stretching open the tight mouth of rny ass, filling the tight slippery passageway until I thought I was going to faint from the pleasure. "Oh . . . Godl" I cried again. Sidney flit his tongue from left to right, pushing up deeper, trying to touch every inch of that virginal tunnel. I could feel the saliva rolling down his tongue, pouring into me, until my asshole made the same land of sticky, squishing noise that my cunt had a moment or two earlier. I could no longer reach his head, and I flailed the air between my bent over thighs, reaching for something. Every time I moved, another knife of pleasure would stab into me. I grabbed onto my breasts for want of having something to hold onto. I dug my fingernails into the tortured flesh, trying to match the pleasure with pain. "I think I'm . . . ready," I groaned. "Enough . .. e-en-ough!" I trembled as Sidney's tongue slithered from my anus. It felt strange and wet, and I almost came from the withdrawal. But the sensation passed, and my legs fell heavily to the mattress once Sidney was no longer there to prop me up.

His face was completely coated in saliva. The lens of his glasses was smudged with the grease of sweat His chest was heaving fitfully, pulling his sagging stomach in and out over the stiff, swollen rod of his erection. "What bow, Sally?" he asked. "What do you want me to do now?" I rolled over on the mattress. My cunt and ass felt swollen between my thighs. I grabbed the pillow that was under my head, and I rested it under my chest. I lifted my ass, bringing my body to a declined angle to the bed. I spread my thighs, and jutted my ass out over* the edge of the mattress. "Fuck me, Sidney," I said, gripping the pillow with all my strength. "Put your cock in my ass." He moved heavily to me, reaching up on tip-toes. I could feel the hot graze of his cockhead against my right thigh. His Overhanging belly pushed against my ass. "Wet your cock," I said, steeling myself for the entrance. "Wet it with saliva. Spit on it." I heard Sindey licking his hands, then spread the moisture all over the rigid length of his nub-like cock. Then, for good measure, lie licked his tongue up and down the crack of my ass, dabbing against the tender ring of my anus. I shuddered as the sensation traveled up inside of me. "Now . . . fuck me, Sidney!" I said. "Fuck me!" He pushed his cock against me, about two inches below the hole of my ass. "You're too . . . high!" he squealed. He thrust desperately against me. "Bring it down, Sally. Bring your ass down!" I did as he asked, and I felt the tip of his cock 143 against my anus. I tightened myself, closing my eyes, tensing my muscles, and I pushed back against him. "Now, Sidney . . . Nou·r He gripped the qheeks of toy ass and ripped them open, as if he were trying to tear my body in half, rip me right up the length of my spine. At the same time, he thrust forward, against the resisting, rubbery hole of my anus. I felt the tight mouth strain to remain closed, to protect the last bit of my virginity, but the force of Sidney's thrusts was too powerful. The hole oozed open, and Sidney's cock slid up into my ass. "Christ . . . It hurts!" I moaned. I tried to pull away, I tried to expel it from ass by crushing down against it, by pressing out. "God … it hurts me …" Sidney was standing on his toes for leverage, leaning into me. His'hands moved from the cheeks of my ass, and he grabbed me by the front of my thighs. He pulled back powerfully with his arms, pulling me to him as he strained forward, attempting to push himself deeper into the canal of my ass. "You're . . . killing me, Sally!" he groaned. He slapped me on the flat of my back with his open hand, stinging me with pain. "You're . . . crushing my dick. You're gonna kill me … JeezF My asshole was on fire. I could feel the stubby head of Sidney's cock just past the rim of muscles that closed off the entrance. His cock felt like a steel bar inside of me. I strained back against him, wanting him to plunge deeper into me, yet afraid of the pain. "Fuck me, goddam itl" I screamed. "Push it … iff His fingers tightened like iron bands around my 144 thighs, and suddenly I felt my body lifting from the mattress. He pulled me back viciously against him, drilling his cock into my ass. The almost overwhelming force of his thrust nearly snapped my spine. I felt the length of his cock, his whole cock, straining to get it. And then something inside of me gave way. I screamed in pain, but before the cry was completed, it turned into a moan of pain. Sidney's cock slid up into my ass. "Ohmigod!" I moaned. It was like nothing I've ever felt in my life. 'OhmilordT "Oh … Oh … OHr Sidney screamed. "OhT My ass felt full. His cock was hard inside of me. There was no pain any longer . . . only excruciatingly intense pleasure. I squeezed down against his cock, and colors began to flash in front of my eyes. I was close to fainting and coming, and I didn't know which would happen first. "Fuck me, baby," I moaned, weak with the pleasure. ""Please, fuck me!" I could feel the whole length of Sidney's short, stubby cock inside of my anal canal. I could feel the heat radiating down into my body as the slippery walls of the canal clung to the sides of his shaft. The circle of muscles around the base of his cock felt loose and dilating, and I could feel saliva bubbling from the straining hole, under pressure. I could feel Sidney's balls: they were hanging down, between my open thighs, resting against my cunt. "Fuck . . . me!" I moaned. I began to pull back, away from his cock. "Please . . . Baby, fuck me!" Sidney began to pull out, and it felt as though he were going to drag my insides out with him. His 145 cock was like adhesive against the tight lining of my anal passageway. The straining fire of his pulling made me melt with pleasure, but he continued to withdraw. "Oh … God!" he groaned. "It's so … ttghtr Suddenly his cock dislodged, and I swooned with the pleasure. I could feel him drawing it back, scrap-Ing it down the clinging length of my asshole. I could feel the head of his cock, throbbing against the slick tunnel. It was a strangely sexual, deeply erotic sensation. "That's it. That's itF I cried. "In and out . . . push It in and out. Fuck me!" My anal channel loosened, or perhaps I relaxed, and I felt Sidney's cock sliding back. He moved fluidly, as if there was a sudden new lubrication inside of me that was easing the withdrawal. Fingers of sensations tingled in me as his cockhead scraped against the raw} untouched nerve endings in my amp;ss. "Don't pull out!" I cautioned, almost In a panic. "Don't pull out!" But he wasn't about to pul! out, and Sidney withdrew his cock almost to the end, and I could feel the swollen head of the organ pumping against the inner muscles of my anus. Then, just before he slipped out, he grunted, and thrust in again savagely, and I cried out with the pleasure. "Oh . . . yes!" I screamed, pressing back to greet his inward thrust. "Oh . . . yesf It was easy then, and Sidney ground his hips around, pressing the shaft of his cock around in a tight circle in my ass. I could feel him pushing up and down, exploring the tight new passageway, 146 searching out all the new corners and pockets of pleasure. Then he pulled back again, and I felt the passageway collapsing with intense sexual pleasure. "That's it … In and out," I cried. We were in rhythm now, and we were fucking. He was thrusting in and out, and I was matching his sexual tempo. We were working together, fucking each other. "In and out … in and out … in and outF Sidney gripped my hips with firm, unyielding hands. He pushed and pulled me, driving his turgid cock in and out of my climbing asshole. *Tm gonna come!" he grunted. I could feel his excitement as his cock quivered inside of me. "Sally …. I'm gonna come!" "Yes . . . yes!" I cried. "Come in me! Come in me! In my ass … in my ass . . ; come in my ass!" Sidney's cock began to swell, and he thrust in hard, deep, deeper than anything I've ever felt. I could feel his balls rising up against the soft cheeks of my ass. "Now! . . . Nowl . . . NOW! . . . NOWr He began to come. It was as though someone were pouring molten lead into my asshole. His sperm gushed into me, like magna, like lava, like liquid fire . . . coating my anal canal until it dripped from the drowning rnouth of my anus, and oozed all over my fluttering cunt. The moment the first drop of sperm touched me, perhaps before it touched me, I began to come. The orgasm began at a peak they usually end at, and it soared upward from there. Higher and higher and higher, one orgasm after another, like an endless string, with no second of breath between, no moment of relaxation. One on top of another on top of another on top of another until they reached so high 147 the pleasure was a scream in my ears. Then I realized it was my own scream, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs because the pleasure, the orgasm was so powerful, so total that it simply could not get out of my body fast enough. I had to provide another exit. I screamed it from my body. More and more sperm gushed into me, and orgasm piled on top of orgasm. After a moment my scream wasn't enough, and I fell heavily onto the bed, with Sidney still in my ass, pumping away. Something black and soft came up around my awareness and wrapped it carefully away. I tell into it, grateful for its numbness. When I woke Siney was gone. Sperm dribbled from my anus like blood from any open wound. I staggered from the bed. On the dresser top, I found fifty dollars, payment from Sidney. I took the money with me into the bathroom. I tore it up and flushed it down the toilet. I didn't do it for the money.