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I left the door to my room open knowing that Chris would be following right after me. I took off my faded red kimono and hung it over the bedside lamp, dimming the light just so. Chris was an old fashioned type. He liked the lights dimmed romantically and insisted on bringing his record player and old Nat King Cole albums. Honestly the whole facade of it all was sickening to me. I mean come on lets face it I'm a 23 year old hooker who's been on her own since she was 17 and has a 57 year old Casanova of sorts. Yes. This is my life. 

But Chris means well despite his creepy and somehow charming antics just to get it on with a hooker. I settle on the bed, cigarette hanging out of my mouth, legs crossed one over the other, sweat starting to collect on my back from the summer heat. "Dammit Willy!" I say as I ash my cigarette onto the floor, "He's supposed to be getting the air fixed in here soon. Soon. He said that 3 weeks ago. Guess I better not hold my breath huh?" I fix my eyes on Beau who's setting his record player on the worn down boudoir across from the bed. He looks at me in the reflection of the mirror and our eyes meet. He smiles warmly and says, "You know it don' botha me suga. Growin up in Georgia, the heat was ten times worse theya." 

His fingers go down the buttons on the front of his black shirt. They are thick and strong. They are man and hard working and for a brief moment they remind me of my fathers hands. I shake my head and exhale another bout of smoke. His shirt slips off and he starts on his jeans. First the button, then the zipper, next he toes off his shoes. His pants come all the way off now and he's left standing in his white briefs and socks. He turns Nat on and then towards me and walks to the right side of the bed, opposite to where I'm sitting. I take one last drag off my smoke and put it out in the ash tray. 

Chris sits down and pulls off his socks and briefs too. He's hunched over, the muscles in his back straining. I graze my eyes over him and the way his hair reaches the back of his neck just so and I bet it feels really soft. I clear my throat gently and he sits up a little straighter. I crawl on my knees over to where he is sitting and kneel down behind him. I can see sweat collecting along his hairline. I blow there to cool him off. He shivers. "Come on Chris. What are you waiting for. Let Sugar take care of you huh?" I reach around him and put my hand on his length. It's fully erect and waiting. I stroke him a few times and that does it. He turns around and settles on his back. I climb aboard and go for a ride. His eyes are half way closed the whole time and he makes me do all the work. At least I got Nat to distract me from his heavy breathing.