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“Whorehouse…you’ve got to be kidding. I’d never set foot in a whorehouse.”
“No, I am not kidding. I’ll arrange it. You’ll come in the back way so no one will see you. You’ll get your hair cut there and no one will say a word about it,” Sam announced. “Well, you can’t very well go into a local barber and ask for a man’s haircut. What would they think and say to others?”
“But I’ve never been in a whorehouse…” she exclaimed.
“Doesn’t matter. You aren’t a whore and you don’t want anything but a haircut. They’ll do it, and keep quiet about it. They are the only ones I know that could keep quiet. Understand?”
“How do you know…?” she gasped. “How can you be so sure?”
“It’s not important how I know. A man knows these things. I’ll arrange it all, don’t fret,” Sam instructed.
Indignation was on the verge of exploding at Sam as he smiled at her. “Do you want my help or not?”
She nodded, her face crimson.
“Good, now you sit tight ‘til I get back,” he instructed.
***
The whorehouse was on the edge of town and Sam had no trouble finding it, for the lights were on way into the night and music and noise came from it at all hours.
He walked inside and looked about. The furnishing were the best probably straight from St. Louis, red sette’s and a big grand piano in the middle of the room, women
adorning every corner with assorted underclothes on. All of them looked him over, flirted with their eyes.
All around the place were painted up women who didn’t hesitate to saunter up to him and ask if he needed something. Peek-a-boo kinds of gowns, made of silks brought his attention front and center. They smelled like a lilacs and jasmines. Their lips were ruby red, and their hair was long and shiny. All of them were different shapes and sizes and there were enough to please any man’s sexual appetite, Sam decided.
“Well, aren’t you a handsome black devil.” A little Asian girl cuddled up to him. He marveled at her beautiful slanted eyes, at her smallness, at the way she moved around him. She was gracefully stalking him.
“Thanks…I guess. Look, I’m not really here for this…” Sam explained.
Sam pulled at his collar.
“Whatever your pleasure, I’m sure we can handle it.” She cut her dramatic eyes at him.
“A haircut,” he said as the lady started unbuttoning his shirt.
“You’re serious?” the girl asked as she tiptoed to kiss his lips. “Mmm…I like black men, they have such big full lips to kiss me with. You got nice ones,” she tempted, pulling on his bottom lip. “I can almost feel them covering my nipples right now…” She smiled then laughed softly. “Such soft lips against my swelling breast. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Thanks…but I’m not here for this…” he began.
“No, don’t be shy, I’ll show you how easy it is. Ever been in one of these places before?” she cooed into his ear.
Sam felt the heat rise between them. “Once…ma’am.”
“Then why are we wasting time, let’s go upstairs…” she breathed and kissed him all in the same breath.
Her kiss was practiced, well schooled, and tempting. He shook his head.
She was young and her dark nipples shown through her gown, like dark mountains waiting to be discovered. It would be so easy to take her offering. Her hair was the color of a raven and her lips red like a ruby. Sam licked his lips, he was tempted, but he had to keep his mind on why he came.
He kissed her back, but moved away instantly. Her kiss was different than Mavis or Riley’s and he knew he had to cut this short or he’d be here all night. These women were professional, not the kind a man thinks on in a serious manner, but for pleasurable delights.
“No, ma’am. I need to talk to the owner…would that be you?” he asked lowly.
“No…the owner is out on the porch,” she purred. “But…I’m a lot younger than she.”
Sam tipped his hat. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you. Then if you’ll excuse me…”
