Anita examined her naked body in the mirrors that formed the four walls of the L.A. hotel bathroom. She liked what she saw. Her body shape was perfect—thin waist, broad hips and superlative busts. She needed just six more inches in height to measure up to Venus de Milo in all ways except the face. Anita's face, even in her estimation, needed major alterations.
Anita had seen the real Venus in Paris, and though she had to view the statue from the railings five yards away, the shape of the breasts and smoothness of the pubic mound impressed her. Hers was no different, but to what purpose? Whoever saw it?
It was Anita's considered opinion that woman's reluctance to show their body under the pretext of female modesty was a trick they play to hide their ugliness. Yes, the female body when seen with no clothes on is definitely not a thing of beauty except for a few young things, and for a few short years before motherhood. The breasts are either not there or sag with nipples like unshelled peanuts; the buttocks are voluminous and flesh rolls from the waist. As for that hairy pussy the less said the better. So what does a woman do? She calls herself an acme of modesty, and hides behind well-chosen clothes that hides all the ugliness, and selectively exposes only what is worth looking at. Even the husband sees them in dim light. Has a husband ever seen his wife walking about the house in the nude? As the result splendid specimens of the female form like Anita's have to lie hidden.
Anita once again saw herself in the mirrors. She rather liked the mirror-surrounded wall of the bathroom in these American hotels. It is as if the designers had thought of the likes of her when they built the hotel. She heard the sound of someone moving in the bedroom. She covered herself with the bath towel, and opening the door a slit she peeped. It was the young Hispanic named Ricardo who did their rooms. He was an innocent looking twenty-year-old with dark hair and a pleasant handsome face. Anita, who was the same age, suddenly had an idea. She closed the door and thought for a while. She decided that it was all right. 'Lucky fellow', she said to herself and wrapping the towel closer round her body she opened the bathroom door and went into the bedroom.
"Good morning, miss," said Ricardo.
"A very good morning to you, Ricardo," said Anita cordially. Ricardo was busy collecting the towels from various parts of the bedroom. His job was to clean the bathroom, change the sheets and pillowcases, make the bed, and replace the towels. Ricardo went into the bathroom and presently Anita heard him sluicing the bathtub. Anita crept to the other bedroom door, opened it, and poked her head in. Her mother and father were fast asleep. They had been to a late night party. Anita walked back to the telephone table collecting a paperweight on the way. She stood with her back facing the wall, and unwrapping the towel she held it in front of her allowing the whole length of her bare back exposed to the large mirror behind her. She took the phone off the stand and placed the paperweight on the phone rests. She then conducted a phone conversation with herself. She was ready to serve Ricardo the treat of his life.
When Ricardo entered the bedroom he stopped dead. In the mirror he saw the naked back of Anita—the marble smooth rounded shoulders, the narrow waist and those shapely buttocks. Anita was apparently talking intensely to someone on the phone in a language Ricardo did not understand. Anita who had studied French in school just mumbled some French poems she remembered.
"Arrange the table before changing the sheets," she said pointing to the telephone table against which she was standing. Ricardo came gingerly. As he came closer she moved away facing him all the time while he did the entire length of the long table. As he moved she also moved constantly keeping her towel-covered body facing the young man.
"Have you taken all the towels?"
"Yes miss I have."
"Sure?" said Anita smiling.
"Except the one you are holding," said Ricardo. He was smiling too, a bit nervously for his cheek muscles were twitching.
"Take this also," she said, and pulling off the towel she threw it at Ricardo who was so stunned by the sight of the naked female body that he allowed the towel to hit him on the midriff and fall on the carpet. He stood inert, apparently in a state of paralysis.
"Ricardo, what's matter?" Adrenaline was pumping into Anita also, but she managed to continue. "Don't tell me you have never before seen an unclad female body." Ricardo had collected himself by this time.
"Nothing like this," he said, in apparent sincerity.
"OK, drink you fill," she said and the boy stood and stared.
