Now I am back home . To avoid scandal, my family hurriedly married me to an adamant Adam. Before that , they took me to an imbecile veterinarian who doctored me by stitching an artificial hymen inside my vagina , made of a thick pig material. It was so hard, that the marriage was not consummated . For a while , we lived like brother and sister. He started going to ill-reputed houses and in the process caught Aids and died soon after.
With one mattress and no culotte , I decided to start a business, to raise a thousand cock a day . I tatooed , all over my sexy body, the various positions of the Kuma Sutra , and under each position , a price tag . I made a juicy menu and gave a nom de plume for each posture. All names were inspired by
Ballet movements , such as ‘ Pas de chat ‘ , ‘ Pirouette ‘ , etc…
Within a year , I was on top of everybody else . I had a bizarre clientèle of all sorts of cookies , who became habitué of my establishment. A hors-d’oeuvres of sexually frustrated Jackasses and hush-hush
personage .
I nicknamed my esteemed establishment, ‘EVE’ . Like a coup de foudre , I was struck by this primitive idea , on the rationale that ‘ all women have navels but Eve did have none , except an Adam, who was adamant . ‘
I had an avant-garde premonition , that with Eve’s emancipation , Adam will grow horns, take off his panties , and wear a kimono . As Eve was the cause of Adam’s befall, so Eve shall be the cause of the end of the world , thus starting the war of the sexes. My belief is based, on the facts of life, that once man, becomes frustrated, he will turn to my erotica hacienda . As a result, once disease is widespread , Eve will stop having sex, and my business will boom.
My first client , was an American Chinese , mixed with Mexican blood.
The following singing conversation took place. (A for me, Arabella. C for my client ) : –
A:- Amigo , Chiquito …what have you to show? …a noodle , a bamboo or a canapé.
C: – My honey…my bunny …I’ve got a ball …not too big …not too small…a water Melon . Your Yoni let
me see …is it purple pinky …or a crêpe suzette ?
A:- I’ll show you one free tit …but not one more bit…take it or leave it …and make your last bid .
C:- A good fuck I’ll give you …does that suffice…a green buck I don’t have…please be so nice .!
A:- I’ve been tricked once before…enough is enough…each second is money…please waste no more
time..I’ll fuck this time free …but next time my dear..it’s double the fee.
C:- So be it, let’s do it …and catch a disease…a present for my wife…on her next birthday.
(Arabella takes off her panties )
C:- Gee, why it’s so hairy?
A:- Do you want to fuck…or knit a knicker ?
C:-(takes off his slip and says) What do you thinK …mumbo or jumbo?
A:- I would say teeny, mini, minor. A chopstick .
C:- I must warn you . I do practice onanism ..coitus interuptus .
A:-Once I drain you ..go to the bar and drench yourself. We will be having a kinky party later.
My next client is a romantic French -Italian. As soon as he strolled into my boudoir, he spoke gently with
a musical tone :-
C:- Is it possible to love two persons at the same time…with the same feeling ? .
A:- Mais oui . Of course …if you have a wife and a mistress. An Orange and a pink feeling .
C:- I cannot get excited without foreplay. Kiss me for six hours..I’ll kiss you longer .
A:- After six hours …my lips will turn rouge like strawberries.
C:- Then let us have a strawberry feeling
A:- why not . Let's have an air kiss ..a sun kiss …come on my peach melba …my musketeer Elba …put
your concerto grosso…into my osso bucco …and flatten me like a crêpe suzette …pianissimo pianissimo.
Afterwards, go to the bar and dream while sipping Chateaux Margaux .
My next client is an Arab Jew with Greek blood. As soon as he entered, he said :-
C:- Salam . Shalom . I am half Arab, half Jew .with a touch of ouzoo
A:- I thought so. You look Arabesque . Baby, you look Babylonian and lonely . Soon, I am going to make
you babble like the people of Babel .
C:- Are you a high class pro ? Can I negotiate the price ?
A:- I have been generous with my genitals …but no need to downgrade my milieu . I may be a pro in
body but I am a virgin at heart .
C:- Still , you are a kinky louche . All day and night..hop on , hop off . You made it a business of yours to
become an expert on human dogs , and in the process became a bitch . Do you want me to make you a
sperm count ? .
A:- please spare me the details , ‘ cause when the trial is over, I'm the one who feels the most pain . Why
men are so cruel , when they are supposed to be kind ? . If you think , I am a pro , conceived by a single
mount , and that my dad is a bastard , and my mum is a bitch , and that I am the issue of a bastard bitch,
then I suggest that you wrap your pastrami pissing dick round your waist, and get the fuck out of here.
C:- Schmuck. I am sorry .I didn’t mean it this way . Will you forgive me ?
A :- I do , but first, let me tell you, that people from your part of the world, excel , more than anyone
else, in the whole universe, in bringing destruction to themselves , and harm to others, by their
arrogance, and refusal to negotiate in good faith. Now go and join your other two mates.
Arabella joins the other three clients in the bar and together, they start their orgy by drinking, dancing and singing the following :-
3 clients singing together:- we are basically shy…frustrated and lonely…No girl give us a chance…so we have to pay.
Arabella:- I always set the scene…all they have to do…is lower the curtain…and whisper ‘ check Queen ‘.
1 ST CLIENT:- I am an ugly solo…nature wasn’t kind to me …I paint my hair in colors…to excite my call girl pro.
2nd.Client:- The hissing of the bliss…presage end of delight …in Venice or Paris…it’s all alike .
3 rd client:- You are helen of troy…and I , a trojan horse…each time , it’s introduced…blood is shed within her walls .
3 clients together:- We are as lustful as the epicure…and tender as the elephant…in moderation,there is no misuse…nor frequency, nor promiscuity.
Arabella:- I am an expert in colorful flags…specially when fully raised at high mask … I can tell it’s nationality…even trace it’s locality.
3 clients together:- In our affairs , there is no harmony…it’s like joining a horse and a donkey…the issue is bound to be a mule..let’s not join issue for issue’s sake.
If you want to get married, we suggest a prostitute… you will live , a hundred years …and never regret your choice .
If you are a moralist…a virgin may do instead …whether it’s a virgin or a pro…at least you know what you chose.
If you marry in between…she may have a bastard queen….there is no hard and fast rule …it’s either a hit or a miss.
We want to row in a creek…and found ourselves navigating …inside a hole three miles deep …with no continental shelf.
A pro is always a pro…don’t ever be caught …in her rouge mood .
End Part 3. To be continued.