Panties for Sale (6 page)

‘Thank you.”

“Your hair looks very soft, can I touch it?”
 

“Um, ok,” David took a few strands of her hair and twirled
them around his fingers.
 
Then he reached
up petted her, stroking her hair from the top down to the ends.
 
With his free hand he reached around and
turned Alex’s face to his.
 
Alex bit her
bottom lip and looked into his eyes, searching for a glint, a spark of
attraction to make this easier.
 
She
tried to ignore the open desperation.
 
It
was creepy.

David reminded Alex of that weird person, the one with no
friends, who invites herself out with you for lunch.
 
And you accept because you don’t want to be
mean.
 
But then you spend your whole
lunch forcing yourself to be nice and smile and make conversation.
 
But Alex couldn’t back out now.
 
She couldn’t run away.
 
She had to get used to this feeling,
right?
 
She wouldn’t always be attracted
to her clients.
 
So what?
 
She didn’t have to be attracted to them.
 
They were still human, right?
 
And David was a nice man.
 
Maybe not her type, but still.
 

So, Alex did the only thing she could do, she closed her
eyes and kissed him.

One thing Alex knew she could do well was kiss.
 
And David wasn’t that bad, so it didn’t take
long for things to progress. When Alex stopped to catch her breath, she was
surprised at how turned on she was. Was it just the newness? The idea of
pleasing this anonymous man? It couldn’t be David, could it?
 
Alex blinked her eyes and refocused on the
man looking up at her and shivered.
 
No,
it wasn’t David. Trying to avoid his gaze, Alex looked around the room and
noticed that all the lights were still on and the blinds to the balcony were
wide open. “Can people see in?” Alex tried to pull her shirt closed.

“Maybe,” David smiled lazily.
 

“Really?”

“Don’t worry,” David took Alex by the hand and led her down
the hall into the bedroom.
  
Not
bothering to turn on the lights, he led Alex to the far side of the bed, and
then walked around to his side and began to undress.
 
Alex stood awkwardly on her side of the
bed,
 
watching David in the dim light as
he folded up each article of clothing as it was removed. Alex was used to being
undressed in the throes of passion, ripping his clothes off as she tried to
shimmy out of hers.
 
Or as foreplay,
slowly undressing in front of her partner, teasing him until neither of them
could take anymore.
 
But this?
 
Clinical undressing?
 
She reminded herself that she wasn’t there to
practice and began to undress herself.
 

“Wait,” David shouted as Alex started to climb up onto the
bed.
 
He ran out of the room and returned
with a large towel in his hand.
 
Shooing
Alex off the bed, he carefully unfolded it, and placed it down over the center
of the bed.
 
“Ok,” he patted the towel,
“now you can get up.”
 
Alex stood by the
side of the bed biting her lip, watching him.
 
Perhaps thinking that she needed more encouragement, David crawled up
onto the bed and lay down in the middle of the towel.
 
Smiling, he patted the space beside him.
 

Alex looked up at the ceiling, over to the wall, then at
the open door.
 
And then, she looked back
at David, lying naked on the bed, staring up at her.
 
With a sigh, she climbed up on the bed.
 

Feeling the need to get control of the situation, Alex
crawled over the towel and leaned over David.
 
She flicked her long hair back over her shoulders and then lowered her
face to his.
 
She kissed him first gently
on the lips then worked her way down to his neck and then up to gently suck on
his earlobes. David lay flat on the bed with his hands at his sides. Odd, Alex
thought, as she continued working her way down his chest.
 
She stopped to gently nibble on his
nipples.
 
Not even a moan.
 
Is he just waiting for me to give him a blow
job? Alex wondered if all men were so predictable.

Hoping to catch him by surprise, to get some response, Alex
moved quickly down David’s body, but as she sucked him into her mouth, she
almost choked.
 
Oh my god!
 
No!
 
Alex pretended to moan to cover her shock. His penis was so small.
 
I mean tiny.
 
Itsy.
 
Alex could fit it all into
her mouth and it didn’t even reach to the back of her throat.
 
“Oh Susan,” David moaned. Alex rolled her
eyes. Finally a response. “That is so good. Damn Susan,”

Alex had David in her mouth for less than a half a minute,
when she started to feel his body shiver and his legs jerk. “Ohh!” he groaned
as his muscles shuddered and then relaxed.
 
Alex spit onto the towel, appreciating the usefulness of it now and
wiped her mouth. She sat up on her knees and stretched out her arms.
 
Deep throating had never been so easy.

David was sprawled on his back with his eyes closed, so
Alex flopped down beside him and let out a loud sigh. He slowly opened one eye
and then rolled over on his side pulling her close to cuddle. Oh no, Alex
thought.
 
No, I am not spooning.
  
The idea of having to do anything else with
David and his tiny equipment was just too much for her.
 
After all, this was just a test.
 
And she had passed.
 
Not only had she proved to herself that she
could actually show up, but she could charm, and satisfy.
 
She had no ambition for extra points.
 
“I can’t believe the time,” she wriggled out
of David’s reach and slid to the edge of the bed. “I was supposed to meet my
friends a half hour ago. And,” she joked as she pulled on her pants, “I thought
we were only meeting for coffee.”

“Mooshi, Mooshi?”

“Hello? Chieko?”
 

“Hai.
 
Yes?
 
Hello?
 
I am sorry.”
 
Chieko unconsciously bowed as she apologized.

“Hello.
 
Are you ok?”

“Daijo-bu, Oh, I am fine, thank you.”

“Good darling, good.
 
Listen, I sent your photos to my web guy last night.
 
They are fabulous.
 
Truly, he was very excited.
 
He said you looked really hot. His words,”
Angela laughed.

Chieko smiled.
 
She
knew the photos would turn out well.
 
Any
self-respecting Japanese girl knew how to take a perfect photo.
 
And Chieko was no exception.

When she was in middle school, after classes finished for
the day, her and her girlfriends would detour through the shopping mall on
their way home.
 
They would browse
through the toy store and the music store, stop for treats and always, they
would stop and get photos done.
 
It was
so fun to try and squeeze everyone into tiny puri-kura booth, and then posing
and making crazy faces as flash after flash snapped.
 
They’d add lipstick kisses, butterflies or
funny sayings then print the small strip of picture stickers within
seconds.
 
Chieko always had extra money
so she could do one on her own while her friends went and bought rice
sodas.
 
Her friends laughed and called
her ‘the little model’. But she didn’t mind.

She was destined to be a supermodel. Or at least that’s
what she had thought then.
 
She always ‘accidentally’
forgot the strips of her photos in the slot, or strategically dropped them down
behind the cushions of the coffee shop seats so an agent could discover
her.
 
She would spend hours up in her
room, studying the fashion models in the European magazines. She tried to copy
their expressions with her cell phone camera.
 

She learnt that if she pouted her bottom lip, she looked
older and sexy.
 
If she tilted her head
down and lowered her eyelids, she looked shy and innocent, but if she looked up
and slightly smiled, she looked mysterious. She had her own trademark shot; the
one that was sure to get her discovered: the Marilyn.
 
That was when she put on bright red lipstick
and slightly pouted her lips, sticking them out at the same time. She’d raise her
eyes looking just above the camera and think of something really funny.
 
If she did it correctly, the photo would make
Chieko look irresistible; like she had the most delicious secret to share and
it would drive you crazy all day trying to figure out what she was
thinking.
 

 
She had been
disappointed when Angela had told her that her face would be blurred out of the
photos. Wasn’t the face the most important feature?
 
How would her clients be seduced by just her
body if they couldn’t see the tantalizing mysteries hidden deep in her eyes?

“Once, I had a lovely girl, Tanya, I think was her
name.”
 
Angela had explained to Chieko,
“Allison was what we called her, but yes, I think it was Tanya.
 
Oh, she was gorgeous; long, long legs and big
blue eyes.
 
She was a popular one.
 
She was with us near the beginning, back when
we just started with the website.
 
We
didn’t know any better.
 
You see, at that
time we didn’t blur out the face.
 
We
thought it was important that the client could see the whole package.
 
The really shy girls just posed with their
faces covered, with their hair hanging down or a holding a hat, but we really
didn’t even think about it.
 
But Tanya,
she always wore this one ring; I think it was a sapphire. Big, tacky thing,
really. She refused to take it off; she said she never took it off because her
boyfriend had given it to her.
 
So,
wouldn’t you know it, when we put her photos up on the website, her boyfriend
saw them and knew it was her because of that damn ring.”
 

“Are you there now?
 
Chieko?
 
Are you at the hotel?”

“Yes. In elevator.”

“Oh wonderful, so you are early.
 
Mr. Roberts loves punctuality.
 
It’s a good start.
 
You know, I didn’t want it to be too soon.
You don’t feel rushed do you? But I also don’t want you to wait too long.
 
It’s better to get started right away; get
that first appointment out of the way. Don’t you think?
 
You know your pictures are really
gorgeous.
 
And don’t worry about talking
too much.
 
Mr. Robert’s isn’t really a
talker.
 
Just smile at him and follow his
lead.” Chieko could hear Angela inhale on her cigarette and suddenly wished she
had one to calm her nerves. “Ok then,” Angela exhaled, “so you know, your first
client’s name - Mr. Roberts, right?
 
He
is quite charming. He’s had a few appointments with a few of the other
girls.
 
Nothing really to worry about. Of
course, I have to tell you, he is quite mature, rather old, actually.
 
I must say, he is excited to meet you.
 
He saw your pictures and thought you would be
perfect. So it’s a very good start for you.”

“Hai. Domo, I mean, thank you.”

“Ok, good.
 
Oh yes,
one more thing, I told him your name is Abby.
 
Remember, I said all my girls have to have ‘A’ names?
 
Yes?
 
So you are Angel Abby.
 
Do you
like that?

“Hai, yes.
 
Thank
you.”

“Ok, wonderful!
 
And
one more thing darlin’ relax.
 
You are
gorgeous and he will just love you.
 
I
know it.
 
OK?
 
Call me when you are finished. Good luck.”
Angela’s voice faded as Chieko stepped out of the elevator.
 
She dropped her cell phone into her bag then
walked down the hall to room 501.

Mr. Roberts opened the door before Chieko had finished
knocking.
 
“Hello. You are very
punctual,” he stepped aside to let Chieko enter.
 

“Hai, yes.” Chieko bowed her head slightly and then walked
into the room.
 
She stopped just inside
the door and stood waiting for Mr. Robert’s lead as Angela had told her
to.
 

“Right,” Mr. Roberts closed the door.
 
He glanced at Chieko and then shuffled across
the room stopping in front of the TV.
 
Digging his hands into the pockets of his brown suit pants,
 
he stared at the blank screen.
 
Chieko kept her head lowered, trying to be
polite but the silence began to grow.
 
What was taking so long?
 
Why
hadn’t Mr. Roberts said something?
  
Surely, Canadians weren’t that different?
  
The man should make the first move, even in
this kind of situation?
 
Chieko lifted
her eyes.
 
But Mr. Robert was looking at
the ceiling.
 
Chieko shrugged and lowered
her head again.
  
Feeling his eyes shift
over to her, Chieko looked up again, but this time Mr. Roberts was looking straight
ahead.
  

This is awkward, Chieko thought.
 
For such a big man, how can he be such a
scaredy cat? But, she couldn’t just stand in the doorway for the whole
appointment waiting for Mr. Roberts.
 
Hoping that maybe if she made the first move he might relax, she covered
her mouth and pretended to giggle, then slipped off her shoes and leapt up onto
to the large king sized bed.

She marveled how taut the bed spread was pulled; she had
barely
made a dent
in
the yellow flowered bed spread.
 
As she
crawled up onto her knees, surveying the room from the middle of the bed, she
admired the bright pictures of sandy beaches and sunlit ocean waves that were
hung on the wall.
 
She then slid off the
bed and wandered over to the window, pushing the curtains open to gaze
out.
 

A loud cough made Chieko jump.
 
She closed the curtains and turned back
around. Mr. Roberts had made it into the middle of the room and was looking at
her with interest. “Well now,” he cleared his throat, “Welcome to my room.
Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you,” Chieko smiled and sat down on the corner of
the couch.
 

“Drink?” he asked gruffly.
 
Chieko shook her head as Mr. Roberts shuffled over to the mini bar,
selected a tiny bottle of scotch, unwrapped a sanitized glass with his pudgy
fingers and poured.
 
He lifted the glass
to his lips and drank the contents in one gulp.
 
Chieko was fascinated as she watched his face turn from the already pink
blush to bright red, then to purple until he finally exploded into a loud spasm
of coughing and sputtering.
 
Like a bowl
full of jelly, Chieko thought of a rhyme she had had to memorize at school as
she watched his stomach shake.
 

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” Mr. Roberts opened
another tiny bottle.

“Nei, no, thank you.” Chieko felt like she should say
more.
 
“I am Ch…Abby”

“Abby?
 
Lovely name,”
Mr. Roberts gulped down the second drink and then shuffled over to shake her
hand.
 
Chieko was surprised at how soft
and gentle his hand was.
 
Her small
fingers felt so safe and warm enveloped in his big warm grasp.
 
“My name is Carl.
 
Carl Roberts.
 
But please, just call me Carl.”

“Hai.
 
Hello
Carl.
 
Nice to meet you,” Chieko flashed
him her ‘sweet but seductive’ smile.

“Yes.
 
Nice to meet
you,” Carl smiled back; his red face and watery eyes, making him look more like
a laughing Buddha than a serious business executive.
 
“You are very beautiful.
 
You look like a perfect China doll.” Chieko
lowered her face pretending to be embarrassed.
 
“Oh, I’m sorry.
 
Did I embarrass
you?
 
Oh dear.
 
No, please don’t be embarrassed.” Carl
stuffed his hands back into his pockets and swayed uncomfortably from side to
side.
 
“Oh dear, that’s it, I almost
forgot.
 
You must think I am incredibly
rude.”
 
Carl rushed to the door and fetched
his briefcase. He snapped it open, pulled out a sealed white envelope.
 
“Here you are, Angela’s business.”

Chieko looked at him with surprise.
 
That was easy!
 
She folded the envelope and put it in her
purse as Carl slowly lowered himself down to sit beside her on the couch.
 
Chieko grabbed a few pillows and moved them
around to balance her position.
 
She
didn’t want to embarrass Carl any further, by sliding down the dramatic new
slope in the sofa on top of him.
 
When
Carl seemed comfortable, Chieko turned to him, “What do you like me to do
now?”
 

“Oh, I’m not sure. I mean, well, um, that is an interesting
question.”

Chieko sighed inwardly. She had never seen a grown man act
so shy and timid.
 
But he’s done this
before.
 
Angela had said he had hired other
girls.
 
Chieko looked down at her
watch.
 
It was only 2:25.
 
She had still over half an hour left.
 
She could do this, she told herself.
 
With a glance over at Carl, who was still
staring straight ahead, Chieko gritted her teeth and then reached up and
straightened her hair so that it hung down her back.
 
Then she stood up, moved so she was directly
in front of Carl and began to undress.

 
Carl’s face began to
redden again as Chieko’s dress dropped to the floor.
 
Chieko hesitated.
 
She wasn’t sure if her forward approach was
going to work.
 
Carl’s eyes seemed to be
widening more in fear than in desire.
 
Determined, she turned around.
 
“Please, you help me?” she pointed to the back of her bra.

“Um, yes, alright, yes.” Chieko stepped closer to him until
she could feel his knees on the back of her legs.
 
The smell of scotch filled the air as Carl
began to breathe heavily, clumsily fiddling with the hooks on her bra.
 
Worried that he might actually rip her bra,
Chieko reached around, and guided his hands until the hooks finally
unsnapped.
 
“Oh, oh, how very nice,” Carl
mumbled as Chieko pulled his hands around her ribcage to cup her soft
breasts.
 
She could feel his hot breath
on her back, as she guided his hands down her slim body, slipping her fingers
into the elastic of her panties and helping him pull them down her legs.