A TWIST OF SIN BROTHEL HOUSE
“Ooh, the men are showing up in droves here tonight.”
“Umm, yes they are.”
One of the saloon girls turned to face the woman who was clad in a pink bra and pink thong; a lacy pink garter decorated her upper thigh; a dollar bill was strapped behind the elasticity, descending the grand stairwell.
“Here comes Miss, Frigid One Digit.”
“Shh, I heard that freak has eyes in the back of her head.”
The number one whore, name Linda strolled into the saloon.
Both ladies moved to the side without acknowledgment.
Linda’s blue-colored eyes glanced around the smoke-filled room. She turned her eyes to look at the two saloon girls.
“How has business been tonight?”
“Fine, however, there were two men here asking for the required services of your snake tongue, and where it seems to travel when laying with a man.”
“Are the accolades true,” the other saloon woman inquired.
Linda fanned her face with her collapsible fan in bewilderment, behind her infamous tongue dance, given free to groups of men around a small town in California.
“Yes, men do call me fast tongue quick sliver,” Linda stated, as she hid her craving for the male’s flesh behind her collapsible paper fan.
“Do you not have any shame about that wicked skill?”
“Why should I, I leaned it from the streets.”
A man, who was known on the streets, as vagabond approached the three ladies.
“Gulda evening ladies.”
His blue-eyes roamed over Linda’s silicone breasts over-spilling her bra.
“You busy tonight hon.”
Linda fanned her fan, in disgust. She turned her face to avoid the stench of alcohol sailing under her nostrils. She faced the untidy man once again.
“Not for you, now leave.”
All three ladies took in account the customer’s soiled pants from behind, two toes peeking out the holes at the top of his sneakers, up to the grim stained shirt.
“I will not service you…you…”
The proprietor of the establishment walked into the saloon. She overheard the conversation from afar.
She intervened on the conversation.
“Now now, Linda, is that anyway to treat a customer from off the streets, this nice gentleman paid a dollar for your nightly services.”
Linda looked over at the proprietor in anguish.
“I...I I just can’t,”
“You can, and yes you will. This gentleman has requested the service of your tongue for the entire night. And since you are still in training, with a limited amount of bedroom skills, you will service his needs as requested.”
Linda bowed at the proprietor.
“Yes, Madam Sweetie Pie.”
“I’m curious girly, as to why the men call you Linda Betty Boop, when clearly all these other women are more qualified to render illicit deeds; other than your naughty tongue services you are gifted to perform.”
“Well, from the North to the South, I’m known as many names as possible. I’m also known as Suzanne when I want to dine on a woman’s genitals, however it’s every now and then, I’m still trying to get used to the taste, so I think I will try Cheryl, in the East Coast. Just maybe I can finally get some mental peace.”
“You may, once you discontinue putting your foot inside your mouth and save that for all those horney men family jewels you’re infamous for doing.”
“Screw you all.”
“No, we get paid quite well for others to do that; you my darling, have to give as requested, such a shame you are no better than a two dollar whore.”
“Ladies be nice, I’m sure Linda has had her acclaim to fame, and who are we to doubt her bedroom reputable skills.
The man tightly clasped Linda’s hand in his and led her out the saloon up the spiral stairwell.
Sweetie Pie looked over at the other two ladies. She clapped her hands.
“There are several men in the VIP room waiting. I suggest you two make use with your time.”
Both women scattered out the saloon.
Sweetie Pie returned to her office. Copyright©SKC-2021