That was one of the better, more sophisticated aspects of the Geisha. Unlike a whorehouse, we were not permitted to hang around so that the client could make his selection. The appointment was set, the guest arrived, the girl remained in her room, and then the guest was escorted to her room. Very elegant, very classy.
I parted the door and peeked out. He was standing there.
I said: 'Good morning, Mr. Kores. Won't you come in, please?'
He was an older man than Yd expected. Tall and gaunt-looking, thin-faced, thin-lipped, with dark hollows for eyes. His hair was a colorless shade, and lay like dead string on top his skull-like head. He was dressed in dark, somber clothing, like an em-balmer, or a mortician. He smiled brittily, as if he was afraid his lips would crack. I guessed he was forty-five to fifty, but it was difficult to really say for sure. He might have been one hundred for all I knew.
'How do you do,' he said, formally, with the faint^ est touch of a British accent shadowing the quality of his speech. 'Please call me Benson, Miss-'
'Bryant,' I said, cutting in. Tm sorry. Sally Bryant.'
I closed the door behind him and locked it. He stood stiffly in the center of the room, not turning, not looking around, not moving. I walked around in front of him. He stared hard and long at my face, cocking his head to side slightly, as if he were listening to something. 'New York!' he said suddenly. 'Right?' I didn't understand. 'I-I…' 'You come from New York City, right?'
Now it was my turn to stare. 'Do I know you?' I asked apprehensively.
He laughed, a loud explosive cackle. 'New York City, am I right?' 'Yes, but- He laughed again. 'Hah! I knew it. I never fail.' 'But how? I don't understand…'
'Your voice, pussycat,' he said. The way you speak. I have a very acute ear.'
I sighed in relief. 'You had me frightened there for a moment, Mr. Kores.'
He held up his hand. 'Benson! Benson, pussycat. Don't forget again.' I nodded and said I wouldn't.
'What part of New York City?' he wanted to know.
I told him, and a momentary frown of disappointment registered on his frozen face when I told him that I lived on Long Island. But then it went away when I assured him that I had lived in the City all my life before I got married. 'Did you work in the New York place?' he asked.
Again I didn't understand what he was talking about. 'What other… place?'
The other Geisha,' he said. The New York Geisha. They have another,one identical to this in New York City. In the Seventies somewhere. In a brownstone. Did you work there before you came out here?'
'No, I didn't. I didn't even know they had one in New York. This is my first… job of this kind.'
Something glinted in his eye. 'Is it now, pussycat? How do you like it?'
I shrugged. 'It's… good, I guess. The money and aH.'
'What about the sex?' he asked. 'Do you like to get fucked, Sally? Do you enjoy having many cocks shoved into your hot little pussy?'
I blushed. 'That, too, I guess…' I answered, flustered. 'It's all right.' He clapped his hands together gleefully. 'Why 118 you're blushingr he said, real emotion in his voice for the first time. 'How positively unique. You really are new in this business, aren't you?'
I nodded, gulping back the blush, blushing deeper because he had caught me at it. 'I guess so.'
He settled against the massage table, crossing his legs and leaning back. I stood in the middle of the floor, feeling very uncomfortable and very naked.
'Does that bother you?' he asked. 'I mean my using terms like fuck and cock and cunt?'
'No, I don't think so. It's just that I wasn't.». prepared for it, that's all.'
'But you're still blushing, pussycat. Imagine that: a prudish hooker. A sensitive whore.' He laughed deeply and gleefully, and I found it obscene.
'I think we might as well get down to work,' I said, turning from him, from my own embarrassment 'It's getting late…'
'This is work, pussy cat,' he said, turning me around. 'This is what I want. Talk dirty to me, Sally.' I looked at him. 'What?'
'You heard me: talk dirty to me. Say obscene things. Say things like: 'I love to suck big black cocks' and 'suck my hairy cunt' You know-talk dirty.'
His hand was still on my shoulder, and I pulled slightly back, away from it. It slipped off, and slid down the front of my body, across my breasts. I shuddered from the contact.
'You're not joking, are you?' I asked. 'You really want me to do this.'
'You can bet your goddam cunt I do, pussycat,' his voice'had somehow gotten harder, almost distant
'Now talk dirty to me, Sally. I'm going to jerk myself off, and you are going to make me come from just talking. I may even come all over you.' He laughed, obviously pleased with the idea. 'Now start talking,'
Something cold touched me. I grasped desperately for an idea. I didn't mind fucking or making love, but this… this was perverted. Obscene.
'But the money,' I objected. 'The schedule. This isn't listed. I wouldn't know what to charge you.'
He reached his hand into his side pocket and pulled out a thick roll of bills. He peeled two bills off and threw them at me. He said: 'Is one hundred dollars enough?'
The money fluttered down my body, like leaves dying in autumn. I didn't stoop to pick them up. I left them there, on the floor.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. 'Now start talking,' he said, pulling his fist up and down the length of the slender shaft The joke had gone out of his voice. 'And take your kimono off. I want you to be naked.'
I stared at him, trying to judge his reaction if I refused. I didn't think it would be pleasant. At the very least I would probably be fired. And then what? Where would I go? I wasn't ready to make so radical a move so soon. I had gotten used to security again, and I was more than just a little intimidated.
'AH right,' I said. I began to unbutton the kimono. If you want… sure. Sure I'll talk.'
I slipped out of the silky dress and stood naked in front of him. I touched my breasts and caressed my cunt, watching the reaction in his eyes.
'Ooohhh! That feels nice,' I moaned. Tm hot… my pussy, my cunt is very hot. Wet. Juicy.'
'More!' he said, strolcing himself, watching me. 'More. And obscene… vile… dirty!'
'You have a wonderful cock,' I said. I began to masturbate myself, pressing my hand against the broad hairy mound of my cunt, I pushed my legs apart and stood flat-footed. 'A wonderful cock. Would you like me to touch it? Would you like me to… suck it?' I reach for him.
'Nor He slapped my hand away. 'Just talk. Don't touch me. Just talk to me.'
Despite my initial lack of enthusiasm, my cunt began to respond to the manipulations of my hand. My clitoris stiffened to rigid attention, pushing open the lips with its hardness, and something wet was sliding down the clinging canal of my vagina, lubricating the labia. I worked my fingers around slowly, systematically, and pleasure began to s rise up my body, making my breasts hard.
'It's starting to feel… good,' I said, being honest for the first time. 'Pleasurable, I mean. The first real sexual sensations.'
Benson's hand worked slowly up and down. Somehow his being fully clothed, with his cock just poking from his open zipper, made the act seem so much more erotic. If was as if we were doing something dirty: like two children playing doctor,
'Good,' he said. A film of sweat broke out on his forehead. I think he sensed the subtle change in my composure. 'Very;.. good.'
'I can feel the pleasure in my cunt… It's warm, pleasant. And my tits are hard. The nipples feel like they're,.. tingling.' 'More… grosser. Dirtier!' 'My cunt is very wet now. I can feel myself 121 opening. The pleasure is building.' My arm was beginning to ache, and my back was straining from standing. I said: 'I feel like I would like to fuck now. I wish you were fucking me right this moment.'
'Uh,' he said. He licked his top lip with his tongue. His hand jerked steadily up and down. 'Do you like to fuck, Sally? Answer me honestly now.'
The lips were wide open, flapping loosely, and my cunt glistened with moisture. My fingers kept slipping off the nub of my clit as my fingers made a sticky, wet sound.
'Yes… I do. I like to fuck very much. I like to fuck with many… many men. I enjoy the feel of different sized
