whorehouse

whorehouse

A Story by Capaneus

This was not what he had expected.  In the movies there was always dancing and laughing and drinks till rooms upstairs, but here was just a row of scantily clad women and girls chain smoking on a wooden bench.

    He should have turned around at the door when he’d seen the AK-47 leaning against the warehouse, that, however, was just another in a series of poor decisions which Billy had made on that Sunday morning.  The first of which was going to a whorehouse late at night in Haifa.  The second was telling an experienced cabbie that he was looking for cheap p***y.  But worst was making both of these mistakes on the Sabbath in Israel, everybody’s day off.  But those mistakes were already made as Billy swayed in the viewing room of the cheapest brothel in Israel.  He looked around the room trying hard to focus.  Some of the girls smiled in return to his glares, but one ducked her head in a teacher please don’t pick me look that made Billy blurt out, “I  want that one.”  She was beautiful.  By far the most attractive woman around which could be proven by the number of times she had been picked on that particular holly day.  Kudra cussed in Russian, threw her cigarette on the ground and drug Billy down a hallway of doors to a small cold room on the right.  She sat him down on the bed and said, “100 Sheckles.  One pow.”  Then she motioned for him to remove his clothes while exiting. He had just finished removing his clothes when Kudra came back into the room, slammed the door shut and pushed him to the bed with an exacerbated lets get this business through as quickly as possible attitude that impressed Billy.   However, the frigidness of the room had his penis shriveled like a scared turtle, so when  Kudra slammed a latex condom over his limp member and began performing the  room filled with the anti-erotic sound of two balloons rubbing against each other.   which humored Billy instead of exciting him so every ten seconds when she would stop to complain in broken English that her jaw hurt, he would feign empathy and push her head back.  I hate my job too he thought.  And for the first time Billy realize that he should not have picked the best looking girl this late on this day, but for 25 bucks...
It took a while, but eventually an erection of sorts was achieved, and in exasperated relief she lay on her back and motioned for him to mount her.  He had not wanted to go this far, diseases and such, but she was beautiful even laying like a bored walrus as Billy heaved.  He tried his damnedest for a reaction from her, but she would just lay their staring off to the side.  Eventually Bill felt himself building to an orgasm so he pulled out thinking, “Fine then, I’m gonna f**k her doggie style.” 
He had been too late though, a drop of semen had escaped and Kudra saw it.  “You done.”  Bill tried assuring her he was not, but Kudra grabbed the condom and hurried out the door to prove to her pimp that the job had been completed.   A large man opened the door and said with a smile, “You are done.”  Billy made his first good decision of the night and left to hail a cab all the while wondering why anyone would pay for sex in the first place. 
The next morning, though a black out took Billy’s memories of the nights mistakes, but he never forgot was how much it hurt to pee.

© 2016 Capaneus


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