Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
|Introduction: This is my entry in the forum writing contest.|
She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what's making you sad, Li?
Open your door, don't hide in the dark.
You're lost in the dark, you can trust me.
'Cause you know that's how it must be.
Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa (circa 1970)
"Lisa? Is...is that you?"
And with those words from my daddy, my world crumbled. I hadn't seen my dad in almost three years. Three long, lonely, painful years.
When mom died, dad took to drinking and vegging out in front of the big screen. I couldn't stay any longer in this hick town. Just having turned 18, there was a whole world out there for me to conquer. I had talent, looks and ambition, and my drama teacher said I could really be someone, someday.
After selling my car, I took the train to New York City, along with my two suitcases packed with everything that was dear to me. The Big Apple. That was the day I met Xavier. That was the day my new life began. My new life. It lasted three years.
At first Xavier was wonderful. He helped me find a place to stay with a nice girl named Patti D'Arbanville, and he'd take me to dinner and we'd talk about my plans to be an actress or Broadway performer. Sometimes Patti and her boyfriend Cat and Xavier and I would go out together, take walks in Central Park, or go walking down through the theatre district. Xavier, or "X" as I called him, told me about a new play that was going to be casting soon called Hair. The Vietnam War was heavy on everyone's minds as nightly news broadcasts showed Americans dying in some far away land. Hair was a rancor of the social issues of the day, and I was excited by it.
X and I walked one morning over to the Biltmore Theatre on 47th where tryouts were being held. While waiting for my turn, I learned that some famous people had performed here. The dreamy Robert Redford was in Barefoot in the Park here. I saw him in the movie of the same name. Dreamy, I thought, with a capital D.
"Li," X said as he shook me a bit, "they're calling your name!" He always called me Li.
Giddy, I ran up to the front of the stage and waited to read my lines. I didn't get the part, of course. Went to some chick named Diane Keaton. Didn't matter. I knew I was gonna' be a star, and so did X.
I didn't count on X dying. The police report said he was hit by a car, but the person never stopped. X was my world. My money had long run out, and he was helping me pay the rent, buying me food. X was my number one fan. And now he too was gone. Like Mom.
You might think that becoming a prostitute was difficult. You would be correct. But in the end, there really wasn't any other options. Jobs were scarce, rent was expensive, and I needed cash soon. I knew this one woman that X had mentioned. She was called a madam. X told me that she was in charge of a group of prostitutes, "her girls" he had said. I tried to act cool about it, but X sensed my mild outrage and moral indignation. "Li, you've lived a sheltered life. Don't be too judgmental."
One day I showed up at her apartment. I explained through the intercom that X was my friend. A buzzing sound allowed me to open the door. I took the elevator to the 15th floor. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. I wasn't sure what I expected, but, it wasn't the beautiful woman who answered the door.
"Lisa? My name is Xaviera. Please, come in."
I was shocked for a moment by her name, and I guess it showed on my face.
"I know, my name is similar to X's. We both got a kick out of that for years."
Her smile was disarming. Within a few minutes she had me talking about my relationship with X, where I came from, and my aspirations.
"Well Lisa," she started, before I interrupted.
"Please, call me 'Li'," I told her.
"All right...Li! Now, tell me, Li. Why do you want to be a hooker?"
When she saw the look on my face she burst into laughter. After a moment, I joined her. I knew I had come to the right place.
Several hours later I left her apartment with a bag of, well, things! She had given me some sex toys, and some intimate apparel, several dress, heels, and some other stuff. But most important of all, she had given me three hundred dollars. I didn't want to take it at first, but she insisted, saying that she trusted me, and that this would cover the rent for a while and that I could pay her back in time.
When I got back to the apartment I went right to my room to hide everything. I took her business card and put it in the back of my socks drawer. It just said her name, Xaviera Hollander, and had a phone number on it. No address, no business name. Guess it was better that way.
"Oh God...Lisa...oh thank God!" My dad shook off the arm of the woman who holding his and began running towards me. I didn't know what to do, and started to shake. My john was only a dozen or so feet from me, and here came my father, dropping the small satchel he was carrying and rushing towards me, the sound of his shoes echoing off the glass-enclosed walkway.
I stood up unsteadily, the damned platform heels causing me to wobble a bit. Self-consciously I tried to smooth down my clingy, dark blue dress, what little of it there was. It didn't matter, I suppose. There was no hiding it. With my six-inch fuck-me heels, my low-cut front showing off the little bit of tits that I had, and my dress that barely covered my coochie, there was no way I was not gonna' be pegged by Dad as a hooker.
Xaviera called me two days later and said she had my first assignment. "Li, you'll be going out with another girl. You'll be meeting two men for dinner, and then back to their hotel room." She went on to tell me that Lulu would be the girl, that I would like her and she'd watch over me since this was my first time.
To say I liked Lulu from the start would be accurate. She told me she took the stage name from the actress in To Sir With Love. She was dressed to kill, and had a keen wit about her. I felt a bit overwhelmed when she told me we were going to The Four Seasons for dinner. I was told by Xaviera to wear the red dress. I did.
The two men, well, they were gentlemen, arising when we walked in, one of them kissing the back of my hand even. We were seated at a table that was set off a bit from the others, giving us some privacy, and drinks were ordered. Lulu got a manhattan. I asked for one too. George, the man who would be "seeing" Lulu, was a vice-president of a large bank. Winston, who said everyone called him "Tex", was from Texas, and was some oil baron or something. It was a little hard for me to follow the conversation, but I laughed when Lulu laughed and otherwise tried to act sophisticated. Lulu must have noticed me looking down at all of the silverware. While George was discussing with Tex which wine they should order, Lulu leaned towards me and whispered "start with the silverware furthest from your plate." I whispered back "Okay."
Dinner was very nice, of course. I drank several glasses of wine. I can't remember how many, but my glass kept getting filled. Afterwards, we rode in a cab to a hotel. There wasn't enough room so Lulu and I had to sit on George and Tex's laps. It was fun. When the cab would turn a corner, we'd start to fall and the men would hold us so we wouldn't.
I'm pretty sure I had more alcohol than I was used to, because I don't remember too much. Getting out of the cab, taking the elevator up to the room, even getting undressed. I remember Tex kissing me. I think it was nice. He smelled nice. I thought I would be more nervous. I wasn't. I didn't care. Tex was a nice man and he bought me a nice dinner and he was rubbing my body nicely and saying "Pretty Li". I didn't use a stage name.
I guess I sorta' drifted off a bit, but I do remember laying on a bed and he was down between my legs, licking me. It felt really, really nice. I looked down and then I giggled. I could see him, his eyes, his nose, and then my dark, full bush made it look like he had a beard! I really thought that was funny!
I remember him getting on top of me, I think. He was a nice man, and he made me feel good. At some point I must have drifted off to sleep because it was Lulu who woke me later on, telling me it was time to get dressed and go. I must have fallen down at some point because me butt stung quite a bit. It was later on that Lulu told me that the gentlemen had anal sex with me. First Tex, and then when he told George how tight I was, George said he wanted a go at it. Lulu said that they had me on my hands and knees and that one would be in my mouth while the other was in my butt. Then they would trade places. She said it went on for over half an hour.
I ran to the bathroom and vomited. Lulu followed me in and held me, rocking gently back and forth, humming a tune I didn't recognize.
Daddy gave me a big bear hug, right there for the whole world to see. I silently waved my john off with pleading eyes. His eyes darkened, but he turned and left.
"Lisa, I've been so worried about you. Where have you been honey? Why didn't you call?" He was speaking fast and then he looked at what I was wearing. "Honey, look what you are wearing...it's is cold out" and he took of his jacket and put it around me.
The woman that he was with was now standing close by and staring. She looked to be about Daddy's age. She didn't look happy.
My life started to blur somewhat over the next few months. I'd get a call, dress up, go to dinner, then get screwed. Well, not screwed screwed. I would get paid. The money was pretty good. Patti was happy that I had a job, although I was pretty evasive in telling her what I was doing. After a while she just gave up asking. I spent less time with her as her career started to develop. I liked Cat, but he was kinda' quiet around me. Maybe it was the drugs I was taking. Pills mostly, some LSD, grass for sure. One day when he was at the apartment, he talked to me more than he had ever done. I don't remember all of it exactly, but he said that I had inspired him to write a song about me. I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I cried and then offered him head. He got up and left.
I had sex with hundreds of people over the next few years. Men, women, men and women, several men at a time, and once with three women. I moved out and got my own apartment. I made a lot of money, but spent a lot of money too, on drugs, on clothes, on partying. Some of the time the sex was great. Other times, well, I don't remember all of the sex that I've had. Too much booze, too many pills. I do remember some of the weird guys. In fact, I saw one just the other day.
It was at a midtown hotel and I was told that the guy wanted to wear a mask, and for me to spank him and then push a rubber sex toy into his ass while reaching around to stroke him. I know, I know...it takes all kinds. But, for a couple of hundred dollars, why not? So I did it and it was fine except I didn't like his cologne. Old Spice. Yuk. "Hit me harder, Li," he'd tell me, so I'd whack him harder and then push the toy deeper as he howled.
"Honey, this is Li, my daughter."
As the faint scent of the cologne on his coat washed over me, my blood ran cold. Old Spice.
"What did you call me?" I said, taking a step back.
"Lisa, what's wrong?" he asked.
"You said Li, not Lisa."
Daddy looked at me with sad eyes.
"Yes. Yes I did."
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