Brooklyn Brothel by C. Stecko Read Free Book Online Page B

appeared to be in her thirties, but they all claimed she was the best girl to work the room. Better than us younger, inexperienced broads.
    I was shocked to find out she actually lived in New York and came to Betty’s regularly, at least four times a month. She had special rates, and special terms.
    “I thought there were no beds left?” I asked Cinnamon.
    “Well, while we were out, one of the girls got thrown out for not making enough money. They called for Angel to come in. You know like when people call the Terminator? Ghost Busters. She gets the job done.”
    She laughed. I didn’t.
    “Normally, Mike brings her here for a few days, then picks her up, and takes her back to Manhattan where she lives with her boyfriend.” Cinnamon chuckled. She was so damn goofy sometimes. “He thinks she’s a sales executive.”
    I eyed Miss Angel like crazy ’cause I didn’t want her movin’ in on my money. Otha than her skin tone bein’ smooth and silky lookin’ like mine, there was nothin’ special about her if you asked me; green eyes, long flowin’ hair, and glasses. When Cinnamon told me that she beats the men, and the ones who like it paid big bucks, it intimidated me.
    I jumped up when I heard Serita bringin’ a guy to the door. I had finally had a good mornin’ and didn’t want anything to ruin it. My connection with the girls was good. It was fun racin’ back to the house, and it seemed like both Cinnamon and Sasha would be people I could talk to after the week was ova.
    We all raced to line up when I heard all the girls puttin’ on their seductive voices. “Hey Tony, hello Tony, Tony the Tiger,” they each chimed, one after another. Tony was an older Italian man, a shortie who walked like he was on top of the world. He was extra confident although he couldn’t have been taller than five foot seven.
    He kissed at Angel, and a few othas showin’ his pearly white teeth. They looked expensive…real expensive, like them porcelain veneers I’d seen all the celebrities wear.
    “Hello, Cinnamon.” He nodded a few more hello’s before speaking to Sasha personally. “Hello, to you, too,” he ended in his raspy voice.
    I just waved and rubbed my otha hand against my thick thighs. I started makin’ faces like I was havin’ an orgasm when Tony got closer to me. I closed my eyes and moaned sexily.
    He began to walk around, but stopped abruptly. “You…what’s your name? You’re new, aren’t you?”
    I opened my eyes realizin’ he was talkin’ to me. He sounded like Al Pacino in the God Father.
    “Tony’s lady for the next hour,” I said daringly.
    “I like,” he said, unbuttonin’ his tie. “C’mon with me.” He took off in the direction of the rooms as if he’d been in Betty’s place way too many times.
    Cinnamon pulled me to the side and reminded me that it was our responsibility to change the sheets. She said they could be found beneath the sink inside the room. She whispered that she covered for me yesterday, but I was on my own today. She seemed a lil’ bothered that I snagged Tony. He must’ve been a big spender.
    I got in the room and watched Tony take charge. Although his mannerisms and slight arrogance reminded me of George Jefferson there was something about him that I was attracted to. He sounded real Italian, almost mafia –like.
    “I want a massage,” he revealed, already half-naked.
    “A massage?” I stumbled… didn’t know what to charge. “Just a massage,” I verified.
    “Yep.”
    “Well, that’ll be $200.”
    “Done.”
    He stripped down to nothin’ and laid across the bed ass-naked on his back. I guess when I stood frozen, he thought shootin’ his eyes toward the massage lotion would get me movin’. My feet moved in motion, quickly. I grabbed the massage oil, provided for us on the dresser and read the warped label. It was cheap, but what could I do?
    I straddled Tony on the bed, still fully dressed. I began to gently massage his shoulders like a master