The sun had set but the heat hadn’t let up. It was so late into August that the streets and walls that baked all day didn’t have time to properly cool off at night. The calendar said that tonight was to be a full moon, so the street-lamps had not been lit, however, just after the sun had set a storm rolled in. Norm could feel the sweat in his collar as he shot nervous glances into the dark corners of dark streets.
He stepped onto the porch and lifted a brass ring. The humidity was such that the usual rasp of a knock was only a thud. He heard someone on the other side of the door but it didn’t seem like they were moving towards him. He shifted his weight nervously. On the other side, a woman laughed.
Norm reconsidered. He wanted to dash off the porch and run right back from where he had come. He swayed on his heels, and just before they carried him off he remembered the nights he had sat up in his bed dreaming about this moment (But in his dreams there wasn’t any heat and the street lamps were lit and there sure as hell wasn’t anyone laughing).
He held his breath and knocked again. Feet shuffled. He stepped back from the porch and out of the light, shooting glances up the street towards his house. The door opened, but only a crack.
“Evening, darling.” The voice was low.
“I-Hello. G’d Evening M’am.”
An eye appeared in the crack of the doorway.
“You’re young, honey. And it’s late.”
Her words seemed like a confirmation that he did not belong here. “I am. And it is.” He began to sidestep away. “Sorry…”
A smile unfolded under the eye. And then a hand that beckoned.
“Come in. And turn the light off on your way.” She receded into the house, leaving Norm alone again. His hand trembled as he opened the case and smothered the flame. Inhaling deeply, he pushed open the door, letting the breath out as he stepped through the threshold.
The room was hardly brighter than the streets. It was small and smelled like burnt sage. Nearly everything was a dark shade of blue or brown, except for the Madam’s dress, which was a deep purple. She stood with her back to him. Two gas lamps huddled in one corner of the room cast long shadows onto everything. He heard the clinking of glass.
She crossed the room to him.
“Oh, thank you but I don’t.”
Her smile curdled as she pressed the drink into his hand and he felt the wet and the cold. She had ice.
“You sure, honey?”
“I- no. I don’t suppose I am.”
The smile returned to her face, flashing a silver tooth.
Her laugh drawled and she said, “Well that’s alright then. Sit down sugar. Get comfortable.”
Norm sat in the chair closest to him. She crossed the room slowly, her dress fluttering around her ankles with each step. Norm wondered if she had any stockings on under the dress and if they were wet between her legs from the August heat. She took a seat on a lounge chair.
“Closer to me.” She beckoned to the open spot next to her and he obliged. She leaned into him as he lowered himself onto the lounge.
Her perfume was strong but he could still smell tobacco and sweat and spit underneath it. She clinked the cubes in her glass and glared. Somewhere upstairs, he heard a familiar laugh.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” Norm was prepared for the question.
“Edmund. I’m from Kingston, just passing through Hudson for the evening.”
“Edmund from Kingston,” She cooed, “How long you in town for, Ed?”
“Just until tomorrow morning. We leave docks in…well, probably a few hours by now. You don’t happen to have the time, do you?”
“All I know is it’s late.”
“Right. And I’m sorry about that, M’am. I don’t mean to be a bother. It’s just…I just got off work as a deckhand on a freight ship crossing the Atlantic. It was a long trip bahis firmaları and we weren’t allowed to talk to no-one, especially no women. The hour we touched land here was the hour I hopped on the next boat heading North. I’m on my way back to my Family in Troy.” Norm was happy with how well he had prepared for this moment. Undoubtedly, the two shots of gin he swallowed just before he had left home had helped with his confidence.
“Didn’t know a ship came in tonight. We’ve been slower than usual.”??”Maybe it’s the heat.”??”The heat don’t slow business down. Not much does.”??Norm took a sip off his glass. The liquid was cool until it turned to fire in his the back of his mouth. He took a gulp.
“I’ve been alone all night, so I’m glad you stopped by sugar.” She kicked her feet off the floor and into Norm’s lap. He stared at them with blank awe, as if they were severed legs that had been thrown onto him.
“My feet are sore in these shoes, darlin’. You wouldn’t mind taking them off for me, would ya?
Norm fumbled with the clasp. She giggled as he jerked her legs. Once he had finally taken them off, he noticed a small tattoo of a bird on her ankle. It looked like it had been black once but time had turned her blue. He had never seen one so close before.
“That’s my sparrow. Got her in Seattle.”
“Did it hurt?”
She peered at him over the top of her glass, taking a long draw.
“You’re cute, darlin. Real cute.”
Norm took another gulp, hoping to empty the glass so he wouldn’t have to face another sip.
“You got any on you?” Her hand tugged at his shirt, untucking it slightly from his waistband.
“None” he replied curtly.
“You’re a strange man, Edmund from Kingston.”
“How do you figure?”??”Well, I never met a sailor without any tattoos to show for it. And I’ve never met a sailor who treated me so good.” Her hand slipped under his shirt. They were hot and slick on his stomach.
“I got a lady on me, too. The girls ’round here say it look just like me but it don’t. It’s all the way up there.” She let that hang in the air between them. “You wanna see it?”
Norm’s eyes betrayed his false modesty.
“You’ll have to find it then, sugar.”
Norm pinched the end of her dress delicately and pulled it up slowly. He could see her watching him out of the corner of his eye.
Her legs were covered in the once-black-now-blue tattoos. He spotted a pair of dice, a lamb, and a rose. Norm took his time, scanning in every inch. He could feel his heart beating faster. Once he was up to her thighs she took her dress from him and in a quick motion raised it off over her head. She was left wearing only a garter.
Norm clenched his glass as he was confronted with her bare body. she was a dizzying display of curves and swoops. Scars and splotches of freckles dotted her entire figure. Her chest was full and her nipples were large and perky and were the same color as her lips. She watched him study her, biting her lip as his eyes moved down her torso.
“What do you think?” She pointed to a gap in between the straps to a cartoonish portrait of an equally robed woman. The girl in the tattoo was on her knees leaning forward, and her shoulders reached just to the edges of the Madam’s hairline. The tattoo looked nearly identical to her, though with jet black hair (the Madam’s was interrupted by shocks of grey and white).
“It looks just like-” he caught himself before he said ‘a younger you’.
“Aw, I knew you were a sweet boy.” Her hand slid lover the tattoo and then down her thigh. “Fulla bullshit, but sweet.”
Norm couldn’t hear her words over the roar in his head from being so close to her naked form. The only time he had seen a grown woman naked was when he got glimpses through an open door of his mother or his kaçak iddaa aunt, but even when they thought no-one was looking there was a modesty to their movements. The Madam was not modest. She sat with her shoulders rolled back to bring attention to her breasts, her legs spread wide.
“So do I get to see anything?” Her eyes were cutting into him as if she was searching for a moment of his vulnerability, but Norm’s blood was hot with anticipation and he knew this moment was coming. He wasted no time in throwing off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. Within a moment he stood entirely naked in front of her.
Her eyes were no longer interested in his own. Instead, she was scanning the contours of his muscles, the paths his veins made as they wrapped around his arms. Norm wasn’t like the other men that passed through the doors to her house. He wasn’t a flabby bureaucrat or a mopey husband. He didn’t want to talk about his horrible children or his insufferable job. He was young and firm and eager and wanted her for nothing more than what she claimed to be offering.
Her hand found his cock and she gave it a gentle squeeze. ??”Aren’t you something, sugar.” These words him bigger.
A door cracked open upstairs and light flooded the hallway. Norm jolted, grabbing his clothes from around his ankles. He couldn’t risk being seen by any of the men that came in here, the town was too small.
The Madam grabbed his hand and pulled him into a small room just off the living room. She shoved him onto a small cot that creaked loudly with his weight, and even louder when she collapsed onto of him. Her finger raised to her lips. “Shhh.” She laughed and bit gently at his neck.
He lay rigid in fear. She was unconcerned and busy kneading his chest and nibbling on his collarbones. Thankfully, the man and the woman went right down the stairs and out the door. After a moment of silence, Norm unfroze and directed his attention to the Madam. She had plenty to grab and she seemed to move with the motion of his hands. Her skin was looser than the girl from school who let him touch her, but this was a welcome detail.
He was completely hard by now and pressed up into her. She yelped with surprise. Taking him into her hands, she slid the head of his cock up and down on her. She was slick and warm and Norm wanted to taste her.
She led him into her and he slid in with an ease that made him wonder if business really had been slow tonight.
She settled to the bottom of him, letting out a low moan of satisfaction. Norm could barely see her face in the darkness, but he could make out that her head was tilted upwards and her eyes were shut. She rocked gently on him and Norm began throbbing with anticipation. She rose up on him just before he would fall out of her and then plunge onto him again. Each time she did, she came down more forcefully on him. Norm began to curl with pleasure. His hands were locked tightly on her thighs and he began to feel as if he couldn’t move. The Madam’s movements became less purposeful, her body quivered and she began to moan erratically. ??He choked out a few words letting her know he was close but she didn’t seem to hear him. Through the darkness he could see her eyes, now wide and wild, as she let out a forceful scream as he finished inside of her. She slowed her thrusts to nothing. He could hear her breathing heavily, and could swear there a laugh hiding in some of her exhales. A few drops of sweat landed on his stomach.
In the time they were together, the clouds had rolled away. She sat up onto the end of the bed and opened the small window. The rain had finally broke and with it, there were cool gusts of air. The Madam’s thighs glistened with sweat and cum. Norm lay on his back, heaving in the cool drifts, his eyes closed, his mind at ease. In a sudden, he sat up, as if kaçak bahis he just remembered where he was and more importantly who he was.
“How much…was that?” His eyes scanned the dark floor to see if he had brought his clothes into the room with him.
“Well…you could pay me somethin’, or, you could do me a little favor.”
“Yeah, sugar. A favor.”
She kneeled onto the bed at his feet. “How’s that sound?”
“Well-erm- if I knew what kind of favor I’d be more inclined to-” he was interrupted by the sensation of her hand on his cock. She pulled it with long slow strokes. Any apprehension Norm had faded away. As soon as he was full again she let go of him. He panted wildly, his hands grabbing uselessly at her thighs and at the sheets. She began moving up his body.
“Keep your mouth open,” she said as she settled onto his face. She dripped into his mouth and it tasted like sweat and her and him. At first, the sensation of her hair on his face was bizarre and unwelcome, but as she began slowly grinding on him he settled in and gave her a slow, deep lick. She arched her back and, reaching behind her, gripped his cock firmly. With this, Norm dissolved into her. He nibbled and licked and as she began stroking him again he pulled her forcefully onto his face, lost in her taste and smell. Her grinding became intense and her moans returned. Shortly, she shuddered and let out another gasping scream. She let go of him and stepped off of him.
“Thanks, Sugar.” And then she left the room.
Norm was blinded by his desire, and after just a few short strokes, he finished on himself.
As soon as his hand fell to his side the world as he usually processed it came flooding back. A wave of shame broke on his body. The taste of her that still hung on his lips was so sweet just moments ago, but now it seemed sour on his tongue. He covered his nakedness with the sheets of the bed before flinging them off once he realized how filthy they were. Indeed, the entire room seemed filthy. The air was stale, the darkness was oppressive.
He heard chatter outside his door. Frantically, he searched the floor with his feet until they found his trousers. He put them on and then slipped his feet into his shoes. He couldn’t find his shirt, but he couldn’t stand another second in the room to look for them.
He burst open the bedroom door. Through the haze of smoke, he could see the madam and another girl, both naked, sitting opposite to each other. Norm’s eyes dropped to the ground and he began to move quickly towards the door.
“Need this?” The madam was holding his shirt. As he ripped it from her hands she flashed her silver toothed smile.
As Norm nervously fumbled with the lock on the door he heard the girl cackling. He turned red with rage. As he opened the door he heard the madam coo ‘night honey’.
The entire walk home was spiral into shame. Norm couldn’t believe he had let her mount him like that, that he had tasted his own…He couldn’t stomach the thought. He wanted to wash her and everything she was and did to him off of him, but he knew he would have to wait until morning for a bath.
* * *
As the sun rose somewhere far away the girls sat at a table sipping tea and counting money.
“Here you are, Ma” Luna gave the Madam her cut of the night’s work.
The Madam took 2 of the bills from her $10 payment and handed it back to her.
“You know that man, Roberts?”
“Big tall one. Thin face with the red hair. The one that always askin’ for Alice? Comes in here once a month demanding ‘contributions’ and beaten me to hell if I don’t find em for him”
“Oh yeah, yeah, Mr. Roberts.”
“No, Not ‘Mister’! Councilman. Councilman Roberts.”
“Well, the councilman isn’t gonna be bothering me anymore.”
“Why’s that, Mama?”
And the Madam told the girls what had happened between her and the councilman’s son just hours before. The girls laughed so hard they woke up the neighbors.