Sometimes things like these happen. Even on a Wednesday,
which is usually the worst. I walk into old George Hall on 211, Bentmoore
Street, and what do I know. The lights go flashing, theyre playing
a march. Get a party cap thrown over my hairstyle, a blue one with little
golden Disney figures on it, and a girl loosely covered with three fake
shells the size of tennis balls jumps up and down to end herself in
Right. Its Ocean Night at George Hall. I keep forgetting. The
211th person to walk in through the door as a customer is the star.
Gets all his drinks for free. Decides on the music. Decides on anything
he can put his little fantasy over, really. Well, almost, within decent
English rules. So there I am, with this Neptune-style stick flocked
in my one hand so everybody knows who I am this evening. Plus three
mermaids to my side to make me enjoy the evening. Dont I all ready.
My guys are sitting at the usual table next to the trestle. Mary is
behind it, working on the ales, giving me that juicy firing look again,
like she set it all up for me, but I shouldnt bother to thank
She knows Id like to bring her home, her home, but there its
her mother and a little boy of three waiting for mommy to come home.
The Grannys not the problem, she goes away and Mary doesnt
care anymore anyways. Its just, well, she has one kitchen and
one bedroom, wherein she and that little brad are sleeping in two beds.
And you cant really jump on a lady when her child, which almost
certainly isnt yours, is sleeping right along sides to it. At
least I cant. My room of course is impossible. The bed is too
old and squeeky. It would probably brake during the process, and I cant
afford a new one. Im down in the minus as it is. Would leave the
kitchen of Mary. We have thought about that. The tiles are cleaned every
week on Mondays, so that evening would be fine without risking ruining
any clothes. Except we both down want our first official one to be on
a kitchen floor. It wouldnt feel right. So we agreed on looking
for now. And I will save some money someday, for a nice sturdy frame
and a queens mattress to go along with it. And the glances are
lovely. And the talking when shes cleaning up around twelve and
me Im helping sitting there and sort of listening.
The bunch of guys are getting hysterical at the table. Wont be
long until they stand up and give us a dance. Well, I wont be
sitting down watching them. Of course they are only jealous. So Ive
been the Ocean King four times in one year. It cant be right,
they say. Thats just their problem, they dont believe in
anything supernatural. Of course they want to wear the cap. I let them.
They dont want to. It wouldnt be the same, they say. Well
of course it wouldnt, youre just not me. They boo me out
for that one, I apologise. Just getting a little carried away by a bunch
of slavish little admirers, that all. Its not my fault they cant
reach the plastic magic stick I got in my hand and gets me beer and
instantaneous affection from one of the mermaids, provided that they
arent being shifty serving the other customers. So the lads get
a couple of beers from me. The mermaids close their beauty little eyes
and I give them a legere I-know-Im-not-supposed-to-do-that-look.
They really go for boys not giving a fig, them mermaids giggling in
their corner and sticking their noses together as if they were smelling
some little flower.
Next thing that happens an this day is that a girlie well in her thirties
comes walking across the room, trying to look pure and childish and
tells me her friend sitting somewhere in the back is really desperate.
"And when I say desperate, you know I mean like really balls shaking
desperate." Asking me if I would mind taking her somewhere to sleep
with her. "You can give it a try, cant you? Or did you have
any great plans for the evening?"
I still sort of stare at her. "Youre a male, arent
To say the least, I think and all the other boys go crazy. We end up
throwing chips and some of the little bags at her. Giving her a great
intermezzo with a dipping sauce until the mermaids rush in for the finale
and stop us from having fun. Would have thrown us out, except of me
having the magic stick and being Neptune for the evening. And what would
the grand old George Hall and the amiable Ocean Night be without its
Neptune? Theyre backing up getting the clean up things with a
mouthful of words theyll have to get rid of somewhere else. Of
course us lads hustle off our seats and get down on the floor to make
it good again. I mean, things are great and we sure dont want
the mermaids to get all mean when they turn to us, so we might as well
be nice. We were just joking and the girl was gone again, lucky her.
When things settle down, Tommy goes off, actually. Going to see about
that little Aphrodite holding out her thumb or whatever in the middle
of the night. But Tommy is married, the only one of us to fall in that
category, so its a dead open book that he would start on something
desperate. Must be like looking in the mirror, really.
Mary is still embracing me, visually, when all the sudden I cant
see her anymore because someone is in the way. "Hi, Im Virginia"
Thats what the shadow says, might add a "Can I sit down?"
I dont hear it and there she is sitting, all of her. Tommy had
left a chair to fill, right next to me, have to thank him for that one
day. So there she is, Virginia, an arm away from the table, which is
giving me a nice open view on her and she doesnt do much to stop
anybody from looking.
She starts entertaining. Little stories. Our ears get bigger. Talking
of bra sizes and plenty different alien sex forms from Asia and the
Pacific Isles, she is. She knows it all. Making us guys a little embarrassed
and short of breath, the way she is harassing us with different postures
and the mean millilitre volume difference of an Asian and a Caucasian
ejaculation. Asking us if we had ever heard of the mosaics of Pompeii.
Desmond the old wise guy goes on brabbling something about his last
trip to Greece, but Virginia doesnt even listen. Doesnt
give any of the boys a glance. Im Neptune, right? Her all knockers
pointing at me, goes on telling something about sheep and anal and then
she has us wondering with her about whether they had Vaseline in those
days. The party in George Hall closes, like the end of an overture for
me, really. Virginia telling me that she was feeling sort of empty and
giving me the impression that I was the one to fill her up again.
Great ride to her flat it is. Marvin Gay crying out of a Bose sound
system. The leather seats feeling fine, like a skin. Her asking me,
"Do you know why I drive these cars?" She doesnt wait
for my answer, she wants to tell me, "Because they have a nice
little white horse in front, and I just love riding white little horses."
There is a developing tenseness in me, my trousers starting to get itchy.
Then she actually tells me that a friend of hers likes to masturbate
while she is driving. "I dont mind. I think its more
like a compliment. What do you think I would do with an erogene zone
the size of a cucumber?" Shes smiling now.
Us arriving at her flat. Short climb up some stairs, a click and then
were there. Nothing really over-exquisite. Rather a good taste
then an expensive one. We are dropping off right next to the front door.
Our jackets only. "Lets have some champagne." Nothing
wrong with that. She shows me into her living room. It opens up straight
ways to the kitchen. Lets me have a seat. She must get paid a
lot. Then she shows me what for. Japanese soft porns in a nice little
heap on the tea table. A remote control on top. She gets them and hands
them to me like an old couple that starts another cosy television evening.
Thats Virginia between those covers all right. Quite a lot of
Virginia, behind a bed or on one, assisting or being assisted. Didnt
know her tongue was that long. I could see that she shaved regularly.
The magazines were printed in good offset quality, like those travel
magazines, nothing cheap.
Virginia stands up and asks me if I want to join her for a line. Laughs
again when she sees that I dont get her words. Disappears into
the bathroom. "Wont be long, darling, and then Ill
get the wine." Leaves me with that remote control and the magazines
on the table. I thumb through them. Finding Virginia to be the nicest
one out of that lot. Theres really silly pictures, like her riding
on top of a bull with only a Scottish hat and long shaft boots on. The
poor animal looked so sedated that a stuffed one from the Natural History
Museum would have compared as fiercing. Or Virginia on a tractor riding
somewhere in a wheat field, with a tiny fairy crown in front of Buckingham,
a rather cheap montage, both times nude as a jelly bean. And Big Ben
being stuck into her vagina, her lying on an Union Jack. Now where do
Japanese learn about England. Also some hardcore ones. More picture
books, also Japanese. A strange mixture out of mediaeval Samurai and
a futuristic Inquisition. The pictures making me a little nervous, but
then, its all just fun, isnt it? Virginia came back, like
a lavender in the wind, gorgeous, and offered the champagne.
She is still looking quite the same, didnt change her dress that
I could see, which is comforting. Joining me at the sofa. She gets up
again, brings a small college block and pencils from the hall. Lets
play Tic Tac Toe, she says. And the winner gets to take of one piece
of clothes from the other one. Simple enough. So she starts and wins.
Has more practice, probably. Off goes my shoe. Puts my foot in her lap
and presses it hard into herself. Wins again. The other side. And so
on until its only T-shirt and underwear with me. Then she starts
loosing. Sort of deliberately. I dont mind. Her smiling. Wetting
her lips with her tongue. Relaxing down on her side of the sofa. I start
with her jewellery. Making myself believe Im being gallant. No
stopping now at the rate she looses. Things go flying in the room. Us
giggling like crazy little dorm kids.
Her bra is really good, have to sort of peel her out of it. The string
tanga doesnt cover much anyway. The champagne had loosened me
a bit, feeling free. We go to the bathroom and have a good shower. Getting
our small rest off while getting wet. She has this amazing shampoo that
tastes like a roasted chestnut when you suck it in. I must have ejaculated
a few times by then. Hadnt noticed, her keeping us in a high key
energetic way of enjoying ourselves. Then she stops, suddenly and looks
me in the face. "Lets do it now." Making me wondering
what Im doing all the time.
She pulls me in the bedroom, just a square filled with a mattress, really.
She turns on a stereo and this warm tone heartbeat begins to sound.
Making me lie down on my back on the mattress, her dancing over me,
standing, like clinging onto some pole sticking out between my legs.
The music starts moving around a little, another beat evolves, great
mix, and then she has this rope in her hands and is pulling it through
her genitals going wilder and wilder. Shes kneeling by now, her
body a quivering mass.
She gets up, like an actor in drama class when something goes wrong.
Goes over to where the stereo stands. Finds this bottle, opens it and
pours a bunch of pills into herself, swallowing it down like at an eating
competition. Seems to find herself again, has this clinic size box of
condoms in her hands, gets one out. The music is still shuffling. Takes
me in her eyes. Gets down and is crawling on her fours at me. Im
still lying on my back, my fours stretched out waiting to be pulled
off. She reaches me and fits me the London over, carefully. Then she
really looks at me. Slowly moves on down to my feet and doesnt
let go of my eyes with hers. Comes moving on up, her breasts tickling
my feet and legs, rests them on my penis. Starts massaging with them
and looking at me. Rubbing herself over my groins. "Now close your
eyes," she says, "it will be better that way." Bends
down to lick my tummy as if she had to convince me. So I shut my eyes.
The music is building itself up. She is doing it nicely with the rhythm.
Slowly. Keeps me up, not too much. Knows a bit of that physiology, she
does. She starts moving up. Her nipples still felling their way about
my skin. My gland getting hooked a little in her navel. Then she is
there. One smooth penetration. Feels like she has muscles down there
wanting to suck me in. Like a vacuum. Letting her hips dance. Going
beautifully with the music. Excellent timing. Getting harder and faster
bit by bit. Beautifully warm. I can hear us working together, breathing
and accelerating as one. Ready to explode. Waiting so much that it hurts
and not wanting anything to ever stop. She chokes hard, like a stick
you put into the spokes of a spinning wheel. Her body one spastic pull.
Shes really sucking with her thighs. Choking strong. The music
incredibly big, colourful over me. Choking again, weaker. I open my
She has strangulated herself with that rope. There is a hook fastened
in the ceiling. The cord wrapped around it and holding tight. Her body
is loosening, her mouth opening up, a little saliva. Doesnt look
like she still appreciates her surroundings. I start up out of her.
Holding her shoulders with my hands. Shes grocely heavy. Without
any tension left in her muscles. Try to heave her as best as I can.
Shes sweaty and slippery. One massive bunch of soft flesh. Her
bones dont seem to work. I manage to hold her. Fingering her head
out of the sling. Her long hair isnt any help. I can free her.
Lie her down. Nothing. Then she starts coughing. Luckily. Starts choking
bad again. Gets a new spasm in her body. A wretch. Starts spitting and
pukes right beside the bed. You can still see some pills swimming in
the slubberish excretion. Not that I am looking. That scene goes on
for a while, me trying to hold her head over the side of the bed, her
breathing gets better. Seems like the whole of her is quieting up again.
Her breathing sounds regular to me. And the room goes faint on me for
a while. Not really bad. Im back in no time.
Shes lying now, nestling herself on her stomach. Looks quite peaceful.
I cant hear her. And then I realise that its still the music
from the stereo going strong. Seems so absurd, now. I pull a blanket
over from the side and cover us both. Theres something like thunder
crashes and eternal cries reaching me from the other side of the room.
Far away. Could be the soundtrack to a freaky version of Snow-white,
I think. Almost. I slumber. Its enough.
I wake up lying next to her. Theres this awful smell. My body
is still feeling sweaty. From my bed I can see the walk through to the
bathroom and beyond. Theres another room leading to some sort
of dressing room with a workout station in the middle. What more should
come, I was thinking. Theres always sure to be more somewhere.
Maybe a girl with four tits scrambling themselves to one big amusement.
Or a giant vagina being pulled over me like a wet suit. Maybe I should
start taking medicine. And the freaky balloons you put in your Willie
to blow up the size you need it. Maybe some colloid gel would do even
better. Silicone. Desmond could help me out with that one, hes
good with science. I am not too keen on starting with vegetables or
animals or anything of that sort. Strange pictures of Virginia wander
through my head. Im still dreaming. Sleeping. Waking up.
Shes next to me, lying there. I can see her lurking in that head.
Wanting something ultimate. Breathing softly like a rose now. Making
me feel sorry for her now. Feeling augmented. I can feel her deteriorating
right beside me. Me being invigorated in the process. Me somehow becoming
abundant. I get up. Dress.I cant just walk out the door like that.
There is something more. I see her purse lying next to those crazy Japanese
magazines. I take it, theres an envelope in there with £7000.
I put half of it in my pocket, the other half I leave, thats fair
enough. And the keys for the car. Guess she really gets paid good for
these snapshots. I dont bother to shut the door after me on my
The car goes on like a little digital alarm clock in the morning. Has
me out of my gazing in seconds. The motor doesnt tell you anything
about the kind of noise it makes from 6000 revolutions on upwards, just
a cute snurr. I take it out of the driveway. Makes me feel all silly
driving through the morning streets with tempo 30 km/h. Like a rope
dancer high in the circus tent doing the split of his life, one foot
on the rope and the other one in the stars. Ill leave the car
in an hour or so. Park it in front of her house and leave the keys.
She wont mind. Not even about the money. I can pay some debts.
Maybe Ill even have a little left over. Ill find something
to buy. Theres always something more you need. Always.
© Nadir 2000
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