We met on the street. It was a horribly hot day, and the afternoon brought scarce fresh breezes to the apocalyptic day (with a killing heat of up to 50Cº). Indeed, at the sunset, it was fresh enough for a walk through the derelict street. Nobody was doing so yet. I know that soon the police and ambulance will come: someone always dies on these autumn heatwaves. It's a pleasure to enjoy the brief calm before the storm. To feel free after being enclosed all the day in the bomb-proof bunker I call home. I walked on the long highway. Deserted of people and trees.
Then I saw her on the horizon.
A smiling pretty girl walking towards me. For a while a couldn't believe it. I checked myself. Do I carry my gun? Is she real? Is it a trap? She resembled a mirage of beauty.
"Hi!" she told me.
I replied nothing. Hookers don't come until midnight. What is she doing now? She is gorgeous.
"Do you have a cigarette? Do ya have some fire, babe?"
She doesn't speak like a hooker. I mean, she is trying to emulate one, but...it's not her authentic accent.
"Take it," I replied and give her one among with my fire. Tobacco was forbidden long ago. But not here. Here, nobody gives a shit.
She took the cigarette. As she bend to take the fire, I looked at her body. The gal offers a view of her generous cleavage, chest and arms. She is tan. Good looking. Really beautiful and titillating. I can not find the white signs on her skin, of any bikini, when she took her tanning. It means she did it nude. And she wants anyone knew that. The girl smells like fresh roses. Delicious. She was an unfamiliar creature, different to the ones that used to inhabit here. The gal was thin, with clean clothes. Provocative ones, but not ripped nor stained. These were a kind of decent clothes for an honest harlot. A new girl on the block.
"Thanks, sweetie! I love this kind of tobacco. Proper one for a fine gentleman like you." She said it perfectly well, while looking into my eyes. The girl caught me staring at her boobs. Literally devouring her tits with my sight. She smiled, amused.
"Babe, you wanna have a good time? By the way, my name is Nora," she said. I thought the gal would never say it. What is my name? I told her.
"How much?" I asked.
"First ya see me at the comfort of my home, and then you give me what you consider fair, ok?"
I am accustomed to these little tricks of harlots. Small con art.
"I've 30, no more," I said.
"30 is ok," Nora accepted, nodding her head. She was a bit nervous, but took my hand.
I pulled her by the hand so that we went toward the gray land that was a side of us. A flat lot, abandoned a long time ago where someone would build a mall. Never happened. But we could come in and have some privacy thanks to a hole in the fences.
"There," I said, while unzipping my pants. Nora stared at me in horror.
"There? It's an ugly wasteland, babe. Dead dogs, dead people are rotting there right now as we speak." She was right about the corpses (though they were far from our point). Yeah, someone forgot to call the police or ambulances.
I just wanted a quick blow job. "I can not kneel there, baby. It's full of broken glass and that shit," Nora said, reading my mind. "My home is cozy and cool. Come on! You'll love it."
Normally, I would have dismissed the gal. I mean, going to her place? Unknown hooker's home? It could be a trap for rob me, kidnaping, or worse. But something in her convinced me she was for real.....
"Buy me a drink," Nora asked me. We were walking along the highway. There was a bottle store just in front of us.
"Yeah, good idea," I agreed. A good bottle of spirit. Vodka, whisky or rum would work to make her happier, I thought. Sex is much better if the gal is happy.
I bought one, a pricey one.
"Excellent," she said, laughing.
Hers was one of a myriad of almost equal four stories blocks. Cubes of red brick, packed with illegal air conditioner machines. The only way to survive these summers.
We dodged an old drunken man sleeping, laid across her block entrance. Stinking to rotten lemons.
Nora's heels resonated on the floor, stairs and aisles, while we went up and up. Tack, tack, tack.
Finally, we arrived at her door and come in. So many keys and locks.
Inside, a strange noise. Part human, part machine.
"It's mom", Nora said. She is snoring. Illness."
"Let's go to my room. No one will disturb us there," Nora added. I loved how she told about "us".
Her room was indeed big. With a small bathroom inside. Funny, colorful decoration and cozy. "Do you want to use it? While I make the drinks," she said.
I took a brief shower and made pee on the tube's drain. I washed my cock and balls. Arse and armpits. I took a bit of toothpaste and cleaned my mouth with my finger. Then I took a towel to cover myself and other to wrap my gun on my hand. Just in case I went outside like that, expecting the worst.
Nora was there, also wrapped with towels. With drinks on her hand.
I relaxed, for a "girlfriend experience". Kisses, hugs, laughings, foreplay.
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