Удушье (Choke)

I ask if I get to shoot my wad.

'If it's all that important to you,' she says.

Then I say, okay, where do I sign?

These pathetic sexaholic chicks. They're so damn dick-hungry.

Without her clothes, she looks a little bony. Her skin feels hot and damp as if you could squeeze out warm soapy water. Her legs are so thin they don't touch until her ass. Her little flat breasts seem to cling to her rib cage. Still holding her arm behind her back, watching ourselves in the mirrored closet door, she has the long neck and sloped shoulders of a wine bottle.

'Stop, please,' she says. 'You're hurting me. Please, I'll give you money.'

I ask, how much?

'Stop, please,' she says. 'Or I'll scream.'

So I drop her arm and step away. 'Don't scream,' I say. 'Just do not scream.'

Gwen sighs and then hauls off and punches me in the chest. 'You moron!' she says. 'I didn't say 'poodle.''

It's the sexual equivalent of Simon Sez.

She twists back into my grip. Then she walks us over to the towel and says, 'Wait.' She goes to the dresser and comes back with a pink plastic vibrator.

'Hey,' I say, 'you're not using that on me.'

Gwen shudders and says, 'Of course not. This is mine.'

And I say, 'So what about me?'

And she says, 'Sorry, next time bring your own vibrator.'

'No,' I say, 'what about my penis?'

And she says, 'What about your penis?'

And I ask, 'How does it fit into all this?'

Settling herself on the towel, Gwen shakes her head and says, 'Why do I do this? Why do I always pick the guy who just wants to be nice and conventional? The next thing you'll want to do is marry me.' She says, 'Just one time, I'd like to have an abusive relationship. Just once!'

She says, 'You can masturbate while you rape me. But only on the towel and only if you don't slop any on me.'

She spreads the towel out around her ass and pats a little area of terry cloth next to her. 'When it's time,' she says, 'you can put your orgasm right here.'

Her hand goes pat, pat, pat.

Uh, okay, I say, now what?

Gwen sighs and sticks the vibrator in my face. 'Use me!' she says. 'Degrade me, you stupid idiot! Demean me, you jerk-off! Debase me!'

It's not really clear where the switch is, so she has to show me how to turn it on. Then it's buzzing so hard I drop it. Then it's jumping around on the floor, and I have to catch the damn thing.

Gwen brings her knees up and they drop off to each side the way a book drops open, and I kneel on the edge of the towel and work the buzzing tip just inside the soft plastic edges of her. I work my dog with my other hand. Her calves are shaved and ta­per to curved feet with blue polish on the nails. She's laid back with her eyes closed and her legs spread. Holding her hands to­gether and stretched above her head so her breasts pull up into perfect little handfuls, she says, 'No, Dennis, no. I don't want this, Dennis. Don't. No. You can't have me.'

And I say, 'My name is Victor.'