I dedicate this to you….you know who you are!
I have touched on in previous posts how city brothel/lounge brothels are very different, however either way all the girls offer extra services. In city brothels they call these extra services “Delux”, a standard service generally comprises of sensual massage, protected oral on the client and sex. Anything extra or “more intimate” as we describe it, costs more, and extra can mean as simple as kissing and touching. In the suburban brothels girls generally offer kissing and touching as a standard service but offer other things as extra’s. These things can range from mutual oral sex to spanish and greek and even bondage.
One service that is offered is a fruit and veggie show. It is basically sex involving food, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and as suggested…fruit and veg. It is a very specialised, and I have only ever worked with one girl who does it. It would have to be booked in advance as she would do a “grocery shop” on the way in, picking up some strawberries, bananas, cream and of course…..cucumber! They were all stored in the fridge until her booking, most girls knew of this specialised service she provided and never touched her props.
The room was prepped for one of these fruit and veg shows when I arrived one night, special sheets were laid aswell as extra towels stacked. Her bookings usually lasted about 1 hours, and most of the time she exited only holding the empty wrappers. This evening, at the end of the booking she came out still carrying some strawberries and the notorious cucumber still in the wrapper. She placed them in a bag and sat them on the bench in the girls room which also doubled as the kitchen/dining area, and off she went to wash her sticky body.
20 minutes later a god awful scream came from the girls area, I ran into the room, expecting to see blood, or a dead mouse or something hideous. I was greeted with the now not so sticky girl with her mouth hanging open as she stared in horror at the plate of dip and biscuits on the table a long with some delicately cut up cucumber…..the cucumber that she had previously put in the bag, that she had just used in a booking for her “show”. I didn’t know whether to dry wretch or keel over laughing, “Darling,” I started as I approached the cucumber thief in the lounge, “Um…” then I felt not so sticky girls hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, I didn’t take the wrapper off, and I put a condom on it too, its safe” she whispered in my ear. I paused and blinked at the girl sitting on the couch chomping on the cucumber, turned around walked into the kitchen and threw the platter away.
I have never looked at a cucumber the same again.