Shagrat in Kings Cross
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Location description
A London street.
Night time
Object Description
A Red London Telephone Box with various cards offering massage services.
At his location there is:
Shagrat
Examine Shagrat
Shagrat has been logged on to Kings Cross for 30 minutes Shagrat is reading a card.
Examine card
"Hello is that Sandy? Well (pause) look I am calling (pause) about your advert. Do you er do things apart from photographs?"
Sandy (with a smile in her voice) I will give you a good sensual massage and you can take photos of me and I can take erotic photos of you. I go to a lot of trouble. I just want you to be able to stand up for me...I hope you will come."
Shagrat felt his heart beating faster and his mouth was so dry that he could not speak. Sandy lowered her voice, "Shall I tell you about myself. Well I am a ********** sexy blonde, just nineteen years old and I have a full 36, 22 36 figure and you can take some lovely photos...I am waiting for you now (she gave the address) and my fees start from seventy pounds."
As Shagrat put down the receiver he noticed that his hand was shaking. He left the phonebooth and read the London street A-Z by the light of the streetlamp. He felt that passers-by must know what he had been doing and be smiling to themselves that he was now looking up the street in which...he hardly liked to use the word...in which a *prostitute* lived. That was what he thought about Sandy. If she advertised herself as a photo "modle" in a phone box then she must be a *common prostitute*. He was an educated man, a university graduate and he was going to pay money - at least seventy pounds - to a "modle" so that she would have sex with him.
His penis was uncomfortably tight against the material of his trousers and he imagined the people passing in the street could see that too and laugh at him. And at the same time knew that it must just be imagination...mustn't it?
His nervous state made a few people look at him but they could not know why he was nervous, even if they had seen him reading the cards in the phonebox...after all anybody could look at them when making a phone call...couldn't they? Then most embarrasingly of all his legs felt unsteady and he felt light-headed. What to do now?
I can just go past the house...just walk down the road past the house and then I don't have to go in... I can just be walking down the road so there is no reason for me to be nervous or sexually aroused...I can just be calm and go to the next cigarette shop...a cigarette would be a good idea if only he could keep the flame steady.
After a few false starts with the lighter in the wind, Shagrat went on his way towards the address which Sandy had given to him. And as he went he became more certain that he was going to go in and then that he would just walk past...well if there was anyone on the street he would just stroll on past smoking a nonchalant cigarette...and if there was nobody then he might ring the bell and Sandy would open the door and usher him in and then he thought about what she might be wearing and his crotch became uncomfortable again and he knew he had to satisfy this feeling of intense sexual arousal which he had...with a prostitute...a model...whatever.
Sandy opened the door. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. The light was bad and it was hard for Shagrat to see how old she was. They went to an upstairs room. The floor was covered with matresses and several one-bar electric fires. Three cats ******d the room. The window had a curtain cord with a blanket over it so that it sagged in the middle.
Sandy took the money right away "so there are no hassles later." She smiled, "Take your clothes off" and she warmed her hands by one of the fires as Shagrat fumbled his way out of his anorak and the rest of his clothes.
Shagrat lay on one of the mattresses and he closed his eyes. Sandy squatted beside him. Her warm hands were on his tummy, palm down either side of his penis. She stroked down across his tummy, moving her hands apart towards his thighs giving his penis a wide berth. She stroked slowly again, her hands were about half an inch closer together. Again and again she stroked. Closer and closer as his penis got stiffer and stiffer until Bingo! She had his stiff hard penis in her hands and was slowly and rhythmically wanking him.
He reached out to touch her leg but she murmured, "No this is strictly from me to you." and went on wanking him until he came. "Now do you want me to stop or to go on? I don't know." Shagrat murmured something inarticulate and she took it he wanted to stop. She had to go into another room even to get a tissue and it took her about fifteen minutes to organise the camera - a polaroid - for the photographs.
By now Shagrat was dressed again but he felt his penis getting very stiff and hard again as he took the photos. He wanted to direct her, he had imagined telling her what he wanted her to do. (Telling her stand against a wall, open her legs, put his penis in her mouth, put her finger in her vagina) and then photographing her. He found he had that lump in his throat as well as the one in his trousers. He thought her breasts were disappointing because she had had a baby and they were wrinkled but she posed cleverly to conceal what she thought of as her imperfections. Her imperfections did not prevent his erection however.
So stiff and hard he felt the abrasion of his trousers and found the inside of his underpants getting damp on the homeward journey.
He lost count of the number of times he looked at Sandy's pictures and masturbated over them. He realised that a lot of the pleasure in casual sex, in prostitute sex, came from recollection.
Location description
A London street.
Night time
Object Description
A Red London Telephone Box with various cards offering personal services.
At his location there is:
Shagrat
Examine Shagrat
Shagrat has been logged on to Kings Cross for 1 hour 30 minutes Shagrat is reading a card.
Examine card
"Hello I am calling about your advert."
"Hello darling I am black. I am 19 years of old..very attractive...very sexy. Do you want the address?"
"There is one thing."
(pause)"Yes"(pause)
Shagrat had to repeat the next sentence because he gabbled it just a little.
"How do you feel about wearing a blindfold?" (long pause) "No problem."
Shagrat didn't worry about the number of people in the street because Jasmine lived in a block of flats and he reasoned it could be anyone he was visiting rather than the house everyone knew was a prostitute's house.
Jasmine was tall and black and lovely, though scarcely "19 years of old". Perhaps she was 30. She was wearing a one-piece black swimsuit and nothing else. She said that full sex was sixty pound[/image]
Location description
A London street.
Night time
Object Description
A Red London Telephone Box with various cards offering massage services.
At his location there is:
Shagrat
Examine Shagrat
Shagrat has been logged on to Kings Cross for 30 minutes Shagrat is reading a card.
Examine card
"Hello is that Sandy? Well (pause) look I am calling (pause) about your advert. Do you er do things apart from photographs?"
Sandy (with a smile in her voice) I will give you a good sensual massage and you can take photos of me and I can take erotic photos of you. I go to a lot of trouble. I just want you to be able to stand up for me...I hope you will come."
Shagrat felt his heart beating faster and his mouth was so dry that he could not speak. Sandy lowered her voice, "Shall I tell you about myself. Well I am a ********** sexy blonde, just nineteen years old and I have a full 36, 22 36 figure and you can take some lovely photos...I am waiting for you now (she gave the address) and my fees start from seventy pounds."
As Shagrat put down the receiver he noticed that his hand was shaking. He left the phonebooth and read the London street A-Z by the light of the streetlamp. He felt that passers-by must know what he had been doing and be smiling to themselves that he was now looking up the street in which...he hardly liked to use the word...in which a *prostitute* lived. That was what he thought about Sandy. If she advertised herself as a photo "modle" in a phone box then she must be a *common prostitute*. He was an educated man, a university graduate and he was going to pay money - at least seventy pounds - to a "modle" so that she would have sex with him.
His penis was uncomfortably tight against the material of his trousers and he imagined the people passing in the street could see that too and laugh at him. And at the same time knew that it must just be imagination...mustn't it?
His nervous state made a few people look at him but they could not know why he was nervous, even if they had seen him reading the cards in the phonebox...after all anybody could look at them when making a phone call...couldn't they? Then most embarrasingly of all his legs felt unsteady and he felt light-headed. What to do now?
I can just go past the house...just walk down the road past the house and then I don't have to go in... I can just be walking down the road so there is no reason for me to be nervous or sexually aroused...I can just be calm and go to the next cigarette shop...a cigarette would be a good idea if only he could keep the flame steady.
After a few false starts with the lighter in the wind, Shagrat went on his way towards the address which Sandy had given to him. And as he went he became more certain that he was going to go in and then that he would just walk past...well if there was anyone on the street he would just stroll on past smoking a nonchalant cigarette...and if there was nobody then he might ring the bell and Sandy would open the door and usher him in and then he thought about what she might be wearing and his crotch became uncomfortable again and he knew he had to satisfy this feeling of intense sexual arousal which he had...with a prostitute...a model...whatever.
Sandy opened the door. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. The light was bad and it was hard for Shagrat to see how old she was. They went to an upstairs room. The floor was covered with matresses and several one-bar electric fires. Three cats ******d the room. The window had a curtain cord with a blanket over it so that it sagged in the middle.
Sandy took the money right away "so there are no hassles later." She smiled, "Take your clothes off" and she warmed her hands by one of the fires as Shagrat fumbled his way out of his anorak and the rest of his clothes.
Shagrat lay on one of the mattresses and he closed his eyes. Sandy squatted beside him. Her warm hands were on his tummy, palm down either side of his penis. She stroked down across his tummy, moving her hands apart towards his thighs giving his penis a wide berth. She stroked slowly again, her hands were about half an inch closer together. Again and again she stroked. Closer and closer as his penis got stiffer and stiffer until Bingo! She had his stiff hard penis in her hands and was slowly and rhythmically wanking him.
He reached out to touch her leg but she murmured, "No this is strictly from me to you." and went on wanking him until he came. "Now do you want me to stop or to go on? I don't know." Shagrat murmured something inarticulate and she took it he wanted to stop. She had to go into another room even to get a tissue and it took her about fifteen minutes to organise the camera - a polaroid - for the photographs.
By now Shagrat was dressed again but he felt his penis getting very stiff and hard again as he took the photos. He wanted to direct her, he had imagined telling her what he wanted her to do. (Telling her stand against a wall, open her legs, put his penis in her mouth, put her finger in her vagina) and then photographing her. He found he had that lump in his throat as well as the one in his trousers. He thought her breasts were disappointing because she had had a baby and they were wrinkled but she posed cleverly to conceal what she thought of as her imperfections. Her imperfections did not prevent his erection however.
So stiff and hard he felt the abrasion of his trousers and found the inside of his underpants getting damp on the homeward journey.
He lost count of the number of times he looked at Sandy's pictures and masturbated over them. He realised that a lot of the pleasure in casual sex, in prostitute sex, came from recollection.
Location description
A London street.
Night time
Object Description
A Red London Telephone Box with various cards offering personal services.
At his location there is:
Shagrat
Examine Shagrat
Shagrat has been logged on to Kings Cross for 1 hour 30 minutes Shagrat is reading a card.
Examine card
"Hello I am calling about your advert."
"Hello darling I am black. I am 19 years of old..very attractive...very sexy. Do you want the address?"
"There is one thing."
(pause)"Yes"(pause)
Shagrat had to repeat the next sentence because he gabbled it just a little.
"How do you feel about wearing a blindfold?" (long pause) "No problem."
Shagrat didn't worry about the number of people in the street because Jasmine lived in a block of flats and he reasoned it could be anyone he was visiting rather than the house everyone knew was a prostitute's house.
Jasmine was tall and black and lovely, though scarcely "19 years of old". Perhaps she was 30. She was wearing a one-piece black swimsuit and nothing else. She said that full sex was sixty pound[/image]
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