Alina

Nashik is still in my hair when I cross the room, a little dust from the drive, the slit of the dress high enough that you see my thigh before I say hello. Call girls who look like this get a stare in the lobby. I like that. I like it more when the door shuts and you are hard and still too polite to touch me.

I take your wrist. Escorts in this city talk too much. I set your palm on the inside of my leg, higher, until you feel I came prepared, and I make you stay on your knees while Nashik goes on without us outside. Skirt held up, my hand in your hair, a little mean about how long you stay. When my knees go I pull you onto the chair and sit facing you, arms around your neck, taking you in slowly enough to watch your mouth.

Nashik call girls who work the central hotels know College Road from a vineyard drive. Canada Corner if that is the room you have. I will come down the corridor already wet, and I will still make you wait.