In the living room, the tsatsa made the presentation. New arrival, from Haiti, free oral, finishing on the body. Tongue lover? Anal? the customer asked. Kisses, yes, anal plus twenty, the old woman replied.
Bono, the girl introduced herself in one word; probably her name. He glanced at his wallet, there wasn't enough money for anal; too bad, the little black girl had a nice ass.
He chose the simple program, paid the 10 euro fee and entered the room. He washed his underwear in the sink and sat on the bed to wait, a Paki had gone first to the next room. In about ten minutes the girl arrived. She undressed immediately but did not take off her bra.
He got up and approached her, went to kiss her. Bo no, she whispered and pulled away; after all, it wasn't her name. But didn't the girl outside say that...? he apologized as if she could understand him and then tried to kiss her again. Bo no, she repeated stubbornly with pursed lips. The man relaxed, goodbye erection.
He motioned for her to get on all fours, but he knew he wouldn't be able to finish. He closed his eyes and dreamed of the kisses another woman had once given him. A futile effort. While he was gasping, the girl's eyes were also closed, but she wasn't dreaming. Then there was a knock on the door; the ten minutes had passed. The woman jumped out of bed and began to dress hurriedly. He didn't try to stop her.
They left the room together, both angry.
"Bo no," she muttered; "you get what you pay for," the customer mumbled.
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