WEIGHT: 62 kg
Bust: 2
One HOUR:60$
NIGHT: +80$
Services: Strap-ons, Strap On, Tantric, Striptease, BDSM (receiving)
I pushed a glass across my desk and the bottle of Klippies I keep handy for medicinal purposes. He tried pouring a drink, but you could hear the clicking sound on the other side of Voortrekker Road, and most of the stuff wound up in his lap. We import from China. Distribution round the Cape, townships, that sort of thing. Not bad business since the World Cup. Lotsa whites buying too. Beaufort West, Mossel Bay, Knysna. You know how it is, can get a bit lonely. Sure, a guy like me can meet all the airheads he wants β Caprice, Wafu, La Med.
Eighteen years old. A BA student from Stellenbosch. Exchange of ideas. Or Eugene Marais. Whenever I have that craving, I call Lolly. Goes both ways: English and Afrikaans. She sends me an intellectual babe, see? So he was one of those guys whose weakness was really clever women.
I felt sorry for the ou. I figured there must be a lot of men in his position, who were starved for a little intellectual communication with the opposite sex and would pay through the nose for it. They bugged the City Lodge hotel room. They want fifty grand or they go to Janine. The old prostitute con. I charge R a day, plus expenses. Then he picked up the phone and dialled Lolly.
I took it from him and winked. I was beginning to like him. Seconds later, a sultry voice answered, and I told her what was on my mind. You want a comparative discussion: Schreiner and Marlene van Niekerk β the evolution of the plaasroman?
That could be arranged for a grand. That evening in the hotel room I shaved, dabbed on a splash of Old Spice and downed a dinky bottle of Jack from the mini-bar. Who knew where the conversation might lead? Hardly an hour had passed before there was a knock at my door.