The smog was thick and palpable as it entered Charlie's lungs. "And I'm a smoker..." Charlie mused aloud as he took a glance to see the moon. The industrial district of Chicago was dark in every sense of the word on this night. Charlie kept walking through the brisk night until he came upon what he was searching for.
A motley group of scantily clad women in every rubbery form of sensual attire one could imagine. Dominatrices were a Chicago speciality and these women seemed to understand that. Charlie approached the group slowly with decisive steps. It's not like he never had a prostitute before, he was just in an odd mood tonight. His eyes scanned the women as though they had been starving and this was a free buffet.
A woman in pink came up to him, "How are you doing tonight, tiger?"
"I'm doing a lot better now." Charlie replied with all the sleeze of a drunkard at last call. Staring at her porcelainesque clevage, Charlie licked his lips, "So, do you want to go somewhere more private?"
"Ooh, right to business. I like that." The woman smiled back and turned to the other prostitutes, "I'll be back!" she told them.
A few minutes of walking and she had led Charlie to a hotel he had never seen before. Come to think of it, Charlie had never seen any of those women on that particular corner before. He put the ideas out of his head, "New whores show up every day, I'm sure." he thought to himself as he entered the hotel room. The room was medium sized with floral print wallpaper and a queen sized bed with blue sheets. Chalie sat on the corner of the bed and waited for the woman to say something.
"Something to drink?" she asked, pouring a glass from the mini bar.
"Sure." Charlie responded
She handed him the glass and he took a sip of the liquor inside. The woman smiled and said, "It's 500 for the hour."
"Huh? Oh-oh yeah, sure." Charles stumbled; feeling kind of light headed all of a sudden.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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