Panties for Sale (20 page)

“Yuck.
  
He is so
gross.
 
All he wants to do is talk about
sex.
 
Can you imagine women actually pay
to have sex with him?”
 

“Not so many.
 
He is
still our driver.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Alex scooped up the last piece of
cake off the plate. “So, how about you?
 
When is your next appointment?”

“Tomorrow. I’m not sure who with. I think it is another new
client.”

“Do you get a lot of new clients?”

“A few,” Chieko started riffling through her purse.

“It’s weird, always meeting new guys.”

“Yes, in the beginning, I was afraid.
 
Really scared, I was shaking before the
appointment.
 
But, now, it’s ok. I have a
few regular clients, I see once in a week.
 
Usually, though, I think, the new ones are more good looking and more
young.
 
But, never mind, it’s just one
hour, and I can close my eyes. And I don’t kiss, so I don’t have to worry about
their,” she pointed inside her mouth, “tongue?”

“True.”

“You know, I think most times the client is more nervous
than me.
 
I’m getting used to it.
 
But sometimes,
 
it’s better when they are married.
 
I know it’s wrong, right?
 
But
when they are married, they are so much more thank you, no, thankful, to
me.
 
See what I got last week from Carl,”
Chieko held up her wrist to show Alex her delicate pearl bracelet.

“That is beautiful.”

“Yes,” Chieko twirled the bracelet around her wrist,
“Sometimes, it can be worth ten minutes of not comfortable.”

“Ten minutes?
 
That’s
too long!” Alex laughed.

“Sometimes,” giggled Chieko, “yes sometimes, less.
 
Ok, here.” Chieko opened up her day book and
flipped to the month of June.

“Are you kidding?” Alex grabbed Chieko’s book.
 
“Why is this so full?
 
Do you work every day?”

“No,” Chieko reached for her day book back.
 

“Chieko, are you crazy?”
 
Alex held the day book high out of Chieko’s reach.
 
“You are going to exhaust yourself.
 
You can’t work every day.”
 

“But I don’t work every day.”

“Really?
 
Let’s see.
Ok.
 
Sunday, Mr. Roberts.
 
Monday, Mr. McSweeny, then Mr. Anderson.
Tuesday, English.
 
What’s that Mr. English?
 
Wednesday Mr. Stewart.
 
He’s new.
 
Thursday English again? And then Friday, Mr. Dobbs.
 
Who is this English? The same guy twice in
one week?”

“No,” Chieko grabbed her book back. “That is my English
class.
 
I don’t work on Tuesday or
Thursday.
 
I study and go to class.”

“Really?
 
Why didn’t
you tell me?
 
I could help you.
 
I do speak English, you know.”

“I know, it’s just, well better for me to learn in a
class.”

“Yeah, you’re right.
 
I noticed your English was getting better.
 
I just thought you were watching TV all the
time.”
 

Chieko smiled.
 
“Very
funny.”
 

“Hey, any cute guys in your class?”

“No. Give me my book back.”

“Ok, ok.
 
Hey wait,”
Alex paused looking closely at the calendar.
 
“What’s this next week?
 
Oh my
god! Are you serious?
 
You have Mr.
Nimbin?
 
It can’t be the same one, can
it?
 
I just had him a few days ago.”

“But then, why does he want to see me?”

“Obviously, he didn’t like me.
 
But I guess, I should say thank god.”

“Why?
 
What is he
like?”

“Oh my god, he is awful.
 
Nuts.
 
Odd.
 
He made me wash my hands before he touched
me. And he made me hang up my clothes in the closet.”

“Oh, my, so bad.” Chieko covered her mouth to hide her
smile.

“No, I’m not joking.
 
Ok, maybe it doesn’t sound that bad.
 
But, he spent like, half an hour giving me a science lecture on all the
parts of his penis and what he liked.
 
And then everything I did, he didn’t like.
 
He is so weird.
 
He literally tried to tell me, me, how to
give him a blow job.
 
Like I don’t
know?
 
Hello? Who is the expert here?”
 
Alex shook her head. “He used to have this
regular girl, Abigail or something.
 
Apparently, she knew how to please him.
 
Ugh, and he is so skinny and short and old.
 
Seriously, I swear he is one of those little
old bachelor men who live with their mothers, like forever.”

“Is that strange?
 
Most men in Japan live with their mothers.”

“Huh?
 
They don’t get
married?”

“Oh no, of course they married, but in Japan, children must
look after their parents.
 
It is usually
the first son who must ask the mother to live with his family when the father
dies. Actually, the mother asks the son and family to come to the family house,
which is more big, but the son now is the head.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. That’s weird.
 
But, I guess, it would be good, you know for
babysitting.
 
And cheap.
 
Then you wouldn’t have to pay for a
retirement home.
 
I don’t know if my
mother would like my grandmother around like that though.
 
I think they would just fight all the
time.
 
And then I would be so fat!
 
All my grandmother does is bake.
 
Oh,” Alex sighed, “the best chocolate chip
cookies and pecan pies.”

Chieko laughed.
 
“Most Japanese don’t eat cookies or pies, so it doesn’t matter.
 
But yes, me too, my grandmother made
delicious rice balls.”

“Anyways, seriously, good luck with Mr. Nimbin.
 
I would bet that that man has never had sex,
real sex, you know, for free.
 
There is
no way, any girl would put up with that shit.
 
If I were you, Chieko, I wouldn’t do it,” Alex shook her head.
 
“Seriously.
 
Don’t go.”

“What?
 
You mean
cancel?
 
No, I can’t do that.
 
What would I say to Angela?
 
She would be upset.
 
Plus, how can I ask her for more clients, if
I cancel one I didn’t meet before.”

“I’m sure Angela won’t mind.
 
You already work so much for her.
 
But, whatever, that’s just my opinion.
 
Mr. Nimbin is just weird.
 
It’s not like he’s dangerous.
 
But, make sure you ask for the money
first.
 
Oh, and make sure you shower and
are really clean.
 
And don’t wear
perfume.
 
And wear nice socks,” she
laughed.

Chieko shrugged.
 
She
didn’t get Alex’s joke.
 
But why would
Alex tell her to miss an appointment?
 
Maybe, Alex was just angry because Mr. Nimbin chose to meet her and not
Alex again?

“I’ve got it,” Alex turned back towards Chieko with a
mischievous smile, “You know what you should do?”
 

“What?”

“You should totally go to the appointment. Yes, but dress
up, you know, like your naughty nurse.
 
You could tell him he’s sick and then make him lie down on the bed.
 
Yeah no, that might not work.
 
He would probably scream if you tried to
touch him.
 
But then, you could wear
plastic gloves.
 
Oh, that would be
hilarious!
 
No wait,” she said slowly,
“you should dress up in leather, like a dominatrix.”

“Like a what?”

“You know dominatrix. You can dress up in black leather with
kick ass boots, and take control.
 
Totally.
 
That is what Mr. Nimbin
needs.
 
That would be so awesome!”
 

“I don’t think so.”

“No, I bet that is exactly what he needs; a strong forceful
woman.”
  

“Ohma!
 
But I can’t
do that.
 
You are the strong force
woman.”

“He didn’t ask for me again.
 
He asked for you.
 
No really.
 
Someone has to do this for him.
 
He is so controlling and, well, afraid of everything.
 
I am being serious, Chieko.
 
You would be helping him.
 
Listen, I saw this Sex TV show on W last
night.
 
This lady is a dominatrix. That’s
her job.
 
She has all these stressed and
repressed men come to her.
 
Just like Mr.
Nimbin.
 
They have to bow to her and be
polite.
 
And do whatever she says.
 
All she does is crack her whip and yell at
them.
 
And they have to pleasure her and
she doesn’t have to touch them.
 
And get
this, they love it!
 
They interviewed a
few men, after their appointment and they said it is so liberating.
 
Totally, that is exactly what Mr. Nimbin
needs.”

“I don’t know.
 
He
didn’t ask for that.
 
And I already said
to Angela I won’t do those things.
 
No,
if Angela gave him to me, I’m sure he asked for, what did Angela say, a
submissive girl.”

“Of course, that’s what he asked for, that is what he
thinks he wants because he is afraid of his mother.”

“How do you know that?”

“Ok, well I don’t.
 
Not exactly.
 
But you’ll see when
you meet him.
 
A grown man should not
worry about if you hang your clothes on a hanger or where you put your shoes,
especially when there is a hot naked chick standing right in front of
you.”
 

“Would you do that, dominatrix girl, if he asks to see you
again?”

“Oh my god, in a heartbeat!
 
It would be hilarious just to see his face
 
And damn it, he owes me.
 
But I don’t think he ever wants to see me
again.
 
Not if he is already asking for
you.
 
Maybe I scared him, that was why he
was such a dickhead, I don’t know.
 
But I
warn you, you’ll be insulted and bored, if you just go like a normal appointment.
 
Anyways, aren’t you getting sick of all these
guys ordering you around?
 
It’s not like
he’s going to do anything if you come in all dressed in leather.
 
He’ll either like it or he’ll scream and hide
in the bathroom and you’ll leave.
 
Why
not?
 
It’s only one appointment.
 
You have so many regulars already.
 
Is it so much if you lose one
appointment?”
 
Alex was surprised how
much she really wanted Chieko to do this.
 
“How funny would it be?
 
Mr.
Nimbin would be so surprised.
 
And you
could make him touch you,” Alex laughed, “with dirty hands.”

Chieko looked curiously at Alex then stared out the
window.
 
This man must have really upset
Alex, she thought.
 
She didn’t believe he
was as awful as Alex said.
 
How could he
be?
 
But, then Chieko thought, maybe Alex
was right.
 
She was getting bored of her
clients.
 
And, it was starting to make
her feel bad, always pretending to be dumb and helpless and letting the client
tell her what to do.
 
It was true, Chieko
realized.
 
She wasn’t having any fun for
herself.
 
She hadn’t had any fun for a
long time.
 
She missed that.
 
She used to have fun.
 
And, it was only one appointment.
 
She did already have enough regulars to keep
her busy and well paid.
 
But could she
really do it?