by York, Mattie
“Oh, that is fascinating.”
Mr. Nimbin looked at Alex in surprise. “You think so? Most girls think that working with numbers is boring, or too difficult.”
“Well, it is difficult, but then, maybe not for you. You must be very smart.”
“Yes, well, yes I am,” Mr. Nimbin coughed. “Enough chatter. We have already wasted 10 minutes and I want to explain some things before we, well, shall we begin? I am going to wash my hands. While I do that, kindly take off your clothes.”
“Ok,” Alex watched the short bald man as he rushed into the bathroom. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she rolled her eyes and made a face. What a dick! She hoped it would be a quick hour as she quickly disrobed and threw her clothes over the back of the chair.
“Oh no,” Mr. Nimbin walked out of the bathroom holding his hands up like a surgeon. “Please fold your clothes or at least hang them up in the closet. You don’t want them to get wrinkled do you?”
“No, I guess not,” Alex collected her clothes and carried them over to the closet where she piled them on the shelf in a pile. She turned around to Mr. Nimbin staring at her. Feeling like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Alex sighed and picked up her clothes. One by one, she hung each item up on a hanger.
“Ah,” Mr. Nimbin sighed, “you look very sexy hanging your clothes up. You do have a nice body.”
“Thank you.”
“Ok dear, come over here, then, we have lots to do here,” Mr Nimbin was sitting naked on the edge of the bed.
Alex slid down onto her knees in front of him. “Not so fast. Since you are new with me, I must explain this to you.”
“Oh, ok,” Alex sat back on her heels.
“First, this,” Mr. Nimbin reached slowly caressing his penis with two hands, “is very sensitive, so be careful. Don’t pull too hard. And no teeth! Do you see this part?” he squeezed the shaft until the tip turned red, “this is called the glans. Now it is very sensitive. Well, it would have been much more sensitive if my dear mother had cared more about me and not circumcised me.” Mr. Nimbin cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “This,” he lightly circled the tip with his fingers, “would be a hot bed of nerve endings and I would be protected. All those chemicals they use in laundry detergent and cheap underwear wouldn’t even bother me if I had my own strong foreskin. But mother thought it was dirty. Poor mother. How would she know? Anyways, Alex, is it Alex?” Alex nodded. “If you make your hand flat, like a pancake and pat it down, like this, mm, yes, I like that.”
“Now, this part,” he gently flicked the small ridge around the tip, “is called the frenulum. If I still had my foreskin, this is where it would be attached. You can still see the scar.” Alex leaned closer to see where Mr. Nimbin was pointing. She didn’t see any markings different from the normal red and purple veins, but she didn’t really feel like looking too closely. “If you rub, right here on the back, with your finger, like this,” Mr. Nimbin closed his eyes and moaned, “Yes, I like that.”
Alex could feel her toes falling asleep.
“Now, don’t pay too much attention to this hole,” Mr. Nimbin pointed to the tiny hole in the tip, “the urethra opening. One girl tried to put her tongue down there. That is gross. That is where I urinate from. My semen comes out there. But don’t worry. If I am hard, there is no way I will urinate. The muscles at the neck of the bladder contract automatically during stimulation to prevent the urine from entering my urethra. You know, if semen does come out it is very safe for you to swallow it. You don’t have to worry, I don’t have any diseases.” He looked at Alex over the top of his glasses, “It’s me who should be worried about you, eh?”
Alex smiled grimly.
“My semen is mostly protein and I don’t eat a lot of red meat, so it should taste quite light,” Mr. Nimbin chuckled at his own joke. “Now, this,” Alex clenched her teeth as Mr. Nimbin continued. She shifted on her knees and wriggled her toes, wondering when the anatomy lesson would end.
“Don’t think that it doesn’t have any feelings,” Mr. Nimbin was saying, “because it does. What you do to wake it up is to tickle it with your fingers and then grab it with both hands and squeeze, like this,” he demonstrated for Alex. “Also, one more thing I have to tell you.” Don’t even try to put your finger up my anus. I don’t like it. I won’t like it. I know some girls like to put their finger up there to tease me, but I know that trick and I don’t like it. I am not gay.”
Alex wanted so badly to roll her eyes at this man. Just because a man liked a finger up his ass, did not mean he was gay. She used to have a boyfriend that liked it that way. And he wasn’t gay. He was an asshole. But he wasn’t gay
“Now, the scrotum is this loose pouch of skin here. It contains the testicles. This is where my sperm is produced. So be extra careful of them. They are very sensitive. Squeeze them with your thumb and forefinger like this.” He squeezed each testicle, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation. “Ok,” Mr. Nimbin dropped his hands and looked down at Alex. “So, now that I have given you the grand tour, you may begin.”
At least it will be quick, Alex laughed to herself, he’s already given himself a hand job. She took Mr. Nimbin in her hands and got to work. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his arms as Alex joined her thumb and her index finger in a ring and ran them up and down squeezing the fingers together. “Oh, that is nice. You are a quick learner. I like that.”
Alex interlocked her fingers together, twisting her hands as she squeezed. “Oh,” Mr. Nimbin squealed, “what are you doing?”
“Oh, you don’t like that?”
“Well, I’m not sure. Abigail never did that, and what she did worked every time. Didn’t I show you how to squeeze your hands? I think it is better to do it that way. Of course, dear, it might be time for you to use your mouth. And I think it is about time to massage my perineum as well. You do know where that is, don’t you? Use your thumb and press it in round circles.”
Alex knew what she wanted to do with her thumb. Instead she just nodded silently and then went back to work.
“Oh, you didn’t swallow?”
“I’m sorry, you came too fast. I wasn’t ready.”
Alex reached up for Mr. Nimbin’s hand to help her stand, but Mr. Nimbin shrank away. “Oh, no, your hands are all sticky. Please, you’ll have to wash them.”
She reached out to grab onto the side of the bed instead, but then sat down quickly. “My leg is asleep,” she said. She looked up at Mr Nimbim expecting sympathy, but he had already stood up and was rushing into the bathroom. Alex shook her head laughing as she massaged her leg until she could feel it coming back to life.
“You need to get dressed, Miss Alex,” Mr. Nimbin came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He passed her a wet face cloth. “For your hands. The hour is up.”
“Yes, yes of course. My driver must be wondering where I am,” Alex carefully stood up and limped to the closet. Mr. Nimbin sat on the edge of the bed and watched her get dressed. He followed her to the door and handed her her shoes, then quickly closed the door behind her.
What the hell was that?” Alex shook her head. “What a waste of time. That man is so repressed. As if! As if, I don’t know what I am doing!” She grabbed her cell phone to check the time and then tried to hurry down the hall.
“Oh shit! Damn!” Alex ran back to room 445 and knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again, more frantically and began pacing back and forth as she waited for Mr. Nimbin to answer. But he didn’t. Alex looked up and down the hall. He couldn’t have left already. No, she would have seen him. He didn’t go anywhere. I was just there. Is he in the shower? Oh god, probably. Washing all my horrible germs off of him. Stupid germ-a-phobe, Alex thought as she banged louder.
“Yes, I know Ahmed,” Alex barked into the phone. “I will be right down. No, I am fine. Yes. Just a minute.” She looked at the closed door. “Damnit. Come on, come on, open the door. Mr. Nimbin? Mr. Nimbin? It’s Alex.
Please open up.” Alex looked around. What should she do? Should she call Ahmed back, have him come up? But what would he do? Call hotel security? Yeah right. What would she say? Damn him! What is he doing? “Mr. Nimbin?” Alex kicked the door.
“Yes?” The door slowly opened and Mr. Nimbin poked his head out.
“Oh thank god. I was afraid you went to sleep or were in the shower or something.”
“Well yes, dear, I was just running a bath. Can I help you? Our appointment is over.”
“Oh yes, but um, you forgot to pay me, you know, Angela’s business.”
“Are you sure dear? I don’t think I would forget that. I am sure you put it in your purse,” Mr. Nimbin tried to push the door closed.
“No, I’m sure,” Alex held the door open with her foot, “you didn’t.”
“Oh my, well, let me see then,” Mr. Nimbin stepped back as Alex pushed the door open and walked into the room. She stood with her arms crossed and watched while Mr. Nimbin slowly looked through the papers on the desk and then through the pockets of his jacket. “Well, I don’t seem to see it. Are you sure you don’t have it?”
Alex sighed. She opened her purse but she knew it wasn’t in there. She knew he didn’t pay her. In desperation, she took one more look around the hotel room. Damnit. What was she going to tell Angela? It wasn’t really her fault? Was it? Then, her eyes spotted something. A small white envelope was lying on top of the TV.
“What’s that?” she pointed to the envelope.
“What?”
“This,” Alex grabbed the envelope and opened it. It contained 4 one hundred dollar bills. “This must be it.”
“Oh yes, there it is. Wonderful eyes, dear. Ok, then,” he walked her back to the door, “thank you again.”
“Yes, thank you.”
25
“Chieko, you are too funny!”
“No, really, it is true. That is all he wanted. Just to touch my feet.”
“But he paid you, right?”
“Yes, of course. And, a little extra.”
“That is awesome,” Alex laughed. “I need clients like that. Then I wouldn’t have to pay for my own pedicures.”
The girls’ conversation was silenced by the arrival of the waitress. They watched as she put two cappuccinos down on the table. “And the cake?” the waitress asked as she held up a large slice of Futures’ famous devil’s chocolate cheese cake drizzled in raspberry and chocolate sauce.
“Oh, we’re sharing that,” Alex pointed to the middle of the table.
“So, how about you?” Chieko dug into the corner of the decadent cake. “What are your clients like?”
“Mostly older married men. I was nervous at first, but, oh my god, they were so easy. Well, easier than I thought. I was afraid it would take forever, to you know, please them, but most of them were already excited before I showed up. And they were all very nice. And polite. You know, one just wanted to see me naked and did it himself. You know, I bet he was on Viagra.”
“Really, you think so?”
“I don’t know for sure. But, it was, well he was so hard when I showed up and was so eager to do it fast, you know, before it wore off. It just seemed odd to me.”
“I’ve heard of that.” Maybe that’s what Carl did, Chieko thought. She was surprised she hadn’t thought of it before. She had thought his new strength was just because of her skills. But now that she thought about it, he was a lot easier to please than before. And eager all the time. He sometimes even booked her twice a week.
“There was this one creepy one,” Alex leaned closer to Chieko, “I can’t even remember his name. He was gross. He stunk, bad, like dirty bad. I swear, he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. I don’t know how old he was, late 40’s. But his teeth were disgusting. Thank god, all he wanted was to watch me get naked and then give him a blow job. I don’t think I could have had sex with him. I would have to use KY for sure. Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, ok.”
“Do you take your kit with you to every appointment? I mean, do you use it?”
“The kit?”
“Yeah, you know, that stuff Angela gave you? Or do you add anything extra?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You know, the condoms, KY, candles, oils. Angela gave me a small bag for my first appointment. You know for starters. Didn’t she give it to you? She told me she gave to everyone.”
“Oh, ok,” Chieko looked around to make sure no one was listening and lowered her voice. “Oh course, I always have the condoms and the, what do you call the gel, the KY.”
“Oh good, so you use it too then? I thought Angela was nuts when she first gave it to me. I couldn’t imagine needing to use it. I never had a problem, you know, getting wet with my boyfriends. At first, I was embarrassed. I didn’t want the clients to think that they weren’t turning me on. Well, they weren’t. Most of them don’t. But I don’t want them to know that, you know? I think they might actually make me drier,” she laughed. “No, but what I really wanted to know is, have you added anything else? Vibrators? Body paint? I haven’t had any clients that wanted to do anything kinky like that. Have you?”
Chieko coughed. “No, no, I haven’t added anything new. But, yes, I think maybe I could use the paint you said. I have one client, I think, yes, that is a good idea. But where do you get it?”
“Really? You’d use that stuff?”
“Yes, it’s a good idea. I have one client that likes to have some fun. You know, Carl, Mr. Roberts? He likes to play games before.”
“Are you serious? Like what?”
“Well, in the beginning we played mini golf. And poker, but the stripping kind. And then we play doctor. Sometimes I dress up as a nurse for him. He likes it.”
“Really? That’s awesome. I never thought of dressing up as anything before. I bet the men go crazy for that stuff, like the naughty nurse. It’s like their own personal porn movie. Maybe I should try that sometime. But isn’t it awkward to start? I mean, what do you say?”
“No, not awkward. I just say in the beginning, today we play golf. Or today, I am nurse, and you are my patient. And he says ok.”
“I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Yes, you can, but you are so funny already. Maybe your clients don’t need a game.”
“You know, there are a few shops I know about, down on Queen Street. They have coloured condoms and toys. I’m sure they would have body paint. Wanna go and check it out after we finish? You could give me some ideas. I have to go that way anyways to the post office,” she nodded at the large box she was carrying. It was a very late present for her dad’s birthday. She hoped he liked it. It was a leather Roots jacket and had cost a fortune. But she knew her dad liked quality stuff and the jacket would look so nice on him, much nicer than the faded old leather jacket he wore now. She had told him she had already ordered it online, long before his birthday, but they were out of stock, so she had to wait for it to arrive. “I’d like the company, if you want to come. I hate going to those places alone.”
“Really? Yes, that would be a good idea. Domo, thank you.” Chieko sipped her cappuccino. “Do you have any new interesting clients?”
“Well, there is one very interesting one.” Chieko looked up Alex, surprised at the tone in her voice. “I know, I shouldn’t care. But Joseph is so nice.”
“Joseph?” Chieko asked.
“Yes, that’s his name. Joseph,” Alex mimicked Joseph’s accent. “Exotic, eh? Oh Chieko, he is so sexy. Just his voice. You can’t imagine,” she mimicked him again. “He talks really low, deep, with this French accent. And, I’ve already had two appointments with him. He took me out for lunch and shopping. We even walked down the street holding hands. And he bought me this,” Alex pulled out the delicate silver chain. “It’s from Tiffany’s.”
“Be careful, Alex. He is a client.”
“Oh, I know, I know. But he is so sexy. And we haven’t even kissed yet. And, he pays me extra. I don’t know if I
should tell you this.”
“Wait, what do you mean you haven’t kissed?”
“We haven’t. Not really. He does this adorable European thing. You know how they kiss on both cheeks? He does that then kisses me on the forehead but not on the mouth, not like a good passionate kiss. It’s driving me crazy.”
“But, your clients usually kiss you?”
“Yes, of course. I can’t have sex unless they kiss me. How else do you get in the mood?”
“You can kiss the man, any man, you meet right away?”
“I guess so. Why?”
“I don’t know, maybe we are different. I don’t kiss. I told Angela no. I can’t. No way. It is too, too,” she paused, “too intimate. How can I explain? If you kiss, then you must have the feeling. You know, you start to feel. And then you get hurt.”
“What? I never thought about it like that. I just like kissing. Wait a minute, that must be why Angela was so surprised when I said I would kiss the clients.” Alex paused and took a sip of her cappuccino, “Maybe I will try not kissing my next client. See how it goes. But not Joseph, I need to kiss him. Hey, maybe that’s what he’s doing. He doesn’t want to kiss me too quickly, you know, Joseph doesn’t want to get too attached to me.”
Chieko smiled weakly and took another bite of cake.
“Or no, you know what? Joseph probably thinks that I am like a real escort who doesn’t kiss. And he is just respecting me.” Alex sat back confidently in her chair and smiled. Alex looked over her shoulder and then leaned closer to Chieko. “We haven’t had sex yet either, not even a blow job.”
“Ohma! But, what do you do? Just talk and go shopping?”
“So far. He tells me he adores me, but nothing.” Alex gasped, “You don’t think he’s impotent, do you? Oh no, he can’t be! I mean, he is so sexy. Really, I just get so excited being near him. Ah, it’s killing me. I would do it with him for free. Easy.”
Chieko laughed. Maybe Alex was right. She did seem very smart and maybe she understood these Western men better. Maybe this client was really interested in her. Maybe he had fallen in love with her the first moment he saw her.
