Sympathetic ear (rather than anything else!)
the flesh trader (ft) sounded unusually happy to hear from me. he said he had a hindi gal and said he would highly recommend her for me. he also said that the gal has been pestering him for the last 2 days (of the total 10 day contract) that there are no hindi speaking folks in chn. he said it would be helpful, if i could also spend sometime talking to her (!). that was not so usual request and i was thrilled to meet the gal who is harassing the ft to the core!
[s] looked the typical street hook (from del, as she said later!). she would have been a total discard for me under normal circumstances. but under the influence of alcohol and the need to release sexual tension very badly, i was not actually looking for some state-of-the-art pussy. the black-t (stretched to the extreme by her boobs) and the half-jeans that she wore, wanted to proclaim that she is sophisticated; however, her inherent face was a bad give-away to that claim.
her face lightened up visibly when the ft told her "hindi" and pointed to me, during the intro. after the ft left us, even in the unoriented state, i could figure her "hindi" was the typical uncultured, rough and tough, slum type.
bruise her ego in some form, and she would ensure that my ego will get knifed and ripped multiple times, without any mercy. that made me quite wary about her presence itself and i wanted to get out with the least damages as i can. that also reminded me of the folks who were known for their caustic tongue, burning down egos and the resultant building up high-rise defensive walls all over the place. it was time for me to be cautious in the conversation.
the first session (and the only session / shot intended) ended up faster than i expected. (she insisted on missionary first). i checked the time, slightly sober and well spent, and to my shock there was another 50 minutes left for the supposedly 1 hr slot. asked her to get dressed. then she started her questions.
she asked if i did not like her and said she guessed that she might not be my type, when she saw me.
no, no. i liked you. i had to counter that, for my own sake.
then why are you not looking keen enough for a second session?
well, the erection does not return soon.
then why pay "uncle" for two shots? (the ft might have indicated to her for 2 shots, when i was not looking)
well, i paid for the hour, not for shots.
you should have gone for the number of shots payment, she adviced.
ignored her advice on the business model and tried to change the subject. told her she would look neat, if she had shaved off hairs from her legs (that were looking too ugly like a sparse sweater and much more than mine, in her half-jeans setup). her uncultured and tough as nails part showed up.
she said. you may like all your ladies that way, but i prefer it this way.
huh? up to which class did you study? i asked.
none. and do you think i would have come for this profession if i could read and write well?
i maintained my silence, let alone give her another loose ball for her to dispatch to the boundary ropes.
then she went on with the story of her life, her mom, her brother and sister. all of those flowed like a river, from one ear out thru the other ear, without anything getting tapped in between. well, that is what is called giving a sympathetic ear (should i have sympathy for my ears?) (she spoke mostly about herself for completing the hour! well, i'm actually drawing a total blank about what she talked!).
then she said she will give me 100 rupees and her phone number.
huh? that actually jolted me out of my passive mode. many pros / gals had offered me their mobile numbers before; but, no pro / gals had offered me money, never ever before.
she said she needs to recharge her phone.
rather than telling her that i'm ignorant about the recharge process involved (actually, i'm!) , for which she will rebuke me with her caustic style, i told her that i'm busy. and she did look disappointed.
tipped her 100. she tried to play the game of "i don't want your cheap 100", but then she quickly realized that she may even loose that 100 with me (me being totally shameless to take the money back, if she had a problem with that!). she accepted that money.
well, wished good luck to the glum looking ft and hopefully, he will not be driven to nuts (even if she does, the ft should survive, with most of his ego intact!).
Cryptic Clues (for the monger)
Strictly plat0nic. Span!sh.
However her number ties back to V!c's D!ner. Hmmm... A real lady with a ruse to increase the customer base with an invitation to dine out at her own Diner? And the number links back to an advt for weight loss at L!fe L!ne Hosp!tals. There is even some resemblance to the pictures (or should I get specs?). Having a real signed M!ch3al Ja)kson Autograph? Mon!ca with surname Ahm3d aka M@ry aka Mon! ??
Hmm... Worth a try? Looks a dead end contact already! However, might turn out to be a good "friend" without any serious benefits. Well, only if johnny overrules the sane mind...
