Page 62 of The Fed Sex Man

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Facingone another with our ears pressed against the wall, Jenny and I listened as the city manager tried to negotiate with the masseuse.

“Forty dollah hand job. Happy ending,” she explained. “Feel good. You like for sure.”

“What about a blowjob?” he asked.

“Blowjob?” she screeched. “You find skanky girl for blowjob. No blowjob here. This respectable place. Massage parlor, not whorehouse.”

“I want a blowjob.”

“You police? Mistah blowjob police man?”

He chuckled. “I’m not the police.”

“I see you on TV. You mistah big time. You police, mistah big time?”

“I’m not the police.”

“Blowjob one hundred dollah, mistah big time.”

“Can I come in your mouth?”

“For one hundred dollah? What, you think I’m a whore, muthahfuck? You come on washcloth. Feel good for you. Wipe you clean when we done. Nice and warm.”

“I want to come in your mouth.”

Jenny leaned away from the wall. “This is freaking hilarious,” she whispered. “Think she’ll let him come in her mouth?”

I shrugged.

She leaned against the wall and grinned.

“Come in mouth, two hundred dollah. No swallow.”

“Two hundred dollars?” he bellowed. “That’s crazy.”

“Not crazy. You like. Come in mouth. Two hundred dollah.”

“Two hundred dollars, and you swallow.”

“No swallow for two hundred dollah. Swallow two-fifty.”

“Two.”

“Two-fifty, mistah big time. You like for sure. Come back next week, two hundred. You ask for Linda.”

“It’s the one that drives the BMW,” Jenny whispered. “Linda, the thick one. She’s funny.”

I pressed my finger against my lips. “Shhh.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “Two-fifty. But, you’ve got to call me Spanky, and I’ll need you to tell me I’ve got a huge cock while you’re sucking it.”

“You fuckin’ crazy, mistah big time. Role play fifty dollah. Three hundred dollah, I tell you anything you like.”

“Three hundred?” he wailed. “That’s crazy.”

“Crazy good. Linda suck you long time.”