Cherry - part 2

Percival

Corner

Percival feels strange when he watch Cherry leave. She had done it sudden, like when the drunks disappear, but Cherry doesn’t drink. She despise alcohol. She must have been frightened in her early years. He looks away, just in time before Cherry looks back. She doesn’t return.

Cathy talk and talk about nothing. He looks at her, her body skinny as the rest of the people are. She is just as beautiful as any other girl, but no one looks different from each other, he thinks. Her blond hair is short and looks crisp. Her hairdresser must be new, he think to himself, otherwise she would have used hairspray and not wax. Amateur. He had graduated with fine grades, and was already promised a job as his fathers assistant. Though his father was not at all the head of the department, he was still entitled to a assistant, and he could choose anyone he’d like. I’m lucky in that way. It’s a nice job, I think. He hear Cathy's voice change, and he knows she asked a question, which he did not hear. “Sorry?” He asks, momentarily distracted by her cleavage.

“Are you not going to touch me at all?” She asks, her voice fierce. “I figured you brought me to this charade for nothing?” And he remembers his agenda. Cathy was his agenda.

At least tonight. He did not feel anything special for her at all. He barely knew her, even though she had been pouring stories about her life all night. He had barely heard a whole sentence in each story.

“Can we get out of this place. I don’t eat.” She shakes her head slightly. “Yeah, sure.” He murmurs, and as they walk towards one of the giant doors, he spots Cherry, alone in a corner.

Cathy takes his hand and starts running slightly. They stop at one of the street corners, only slightly lit. She press her small body towards his. He is a bit more muscular, even though he never really had time to exercise.

“Look,” she says firmly, “that took three hours. And for what? Nothing happened. And I don’t eat food. I was bored and I don’t really have all night. Plus, I know all the rumors you’ve heard, trust me, they get to me at some point. Don’t trust everything you hear. I’m not sick. I don’t do this on a regular basis. It is only at crisis times that I do this. Also, very few people even dare ask me for ... services, anymore. Once, yes, and I denied a lot. I always made sure they were good families and healthy. I know what you’ve heard... and I cannot stress enough that it is not true. At least not all of it.”

Percival shakes his head in agreement. He would never have asked her if he trusted any of those rumors. If they were all true, she would be dead now.

“How would you like this done?” She asks, now with a professional voice, that scares him. It makes her sound more professional than she should.

“I really, really don’t know. Just do the usual, if you have a usual.” He shrugs.

“You’re the one paying, mister. If you have any wishes, do tell.” She almost smiles, and for a moment, she looks ten times as pretty. And now it’s gone.

He sees how she goes down on her knees, right there in front of him. In the almost darkness, in the totally deserted streets, there he stands; a wealthy son of an important man, getting his first blowjob from the local whore.

She gets up quickly. “Just a few questions. Would you like that I swallowed? I can do that. Would you like any special moves?” She shot glances at his exposed crotch now and then, and when nothing seems to happen, he doesn’t even answer more than with a shrug, she does down again and starts working.

He feels sorry for her. He can feel nothing, and he doesn’t want his money wasted. He starts thinking about girls. The kind of girls he have seen in the magazine at a friends house, hidden below the bed. He thinks about girl who takes their clothing off, who touches themselves while doing so. And then he thinks of Cherry. How she had looked when she walked towards him just fifteen minutes ago. How she had made his heart flutter. And then he moans when he feels the first touch of soft, moist lips.

It goes on like this for a while. The though of her effect on him is lingering. When he thinks about touching her, the feeling in his belly grows.

They are both too absorbed in the situation, so when footsteps is heard, no one notices. He looks up, right into Cherry's blue eyes, and he sight of her is overwhelming. He closes his eyes as if she was merely a projection of his imagination, and comes into Cathy's mouth. A slight swallowing sound is heard, and then silences falls around them.