Chapter 21 : Danella On The Streets
Part 3 : Experience and Advice
Danella had finished with her customer. The man had, as always, been grateful for this prostitute who gave so much more of herself than most he had ever encountered. It had been luck that had turned him to walk down that particular street. When such a beauty had accosted him he had been in no mood to refuse. He only ever picked and fussed about going with those whores who were not so attractive or did not seem to take much care of themselves. There were many of those. But a good looking whore was what he had come down here for, and he had certainly found one.
He had found more than he bargained for. He had asked her price. As usual the whore had made it sound low, but indeed even when they had finished their business together she had remained true to her initial quotation and not increased it a penny, despite having delivered a service far in excess of any he had enjoyed from a prostitute, or even from any woman. He could hardly believe his luck.
Most certainly he would come here again and seek her in these narrow streets. But he did doubt whether her prices would remain so low for long. Word would get out and the men with spare change would be out in large numbers looking for the whore who was not only cheap, but also extremely loving. She was better than a man's wife, not just because she was beautiful, but also because she was so friendly and helpful.
Her services would soon be bought by gentlemen wealthier than he, and very soon she would be transported to some circle of higher class prostitutes, able to charge exorbitant fees and live the luxurious lifestyles they could then afford. Better to come here again soon and hope to experience her charm soon before the woman disappeared.
Perhaps he would even come here again tomorrow evening even though he would normally have considered it a waste of his precious money to come again so soon. If he could only experience the lovemaking he had just received a handful of times in his life he would die a happy man. While the opportunity was still here perhaps he should make the most of it, for when the woman was gone he would still have his memories. She was not like the normal whores. She had not been greedy or selfish.
Even the most polite and helpful whores around here would tire of a man who took too long and would be only too ready to renegotiate the agreement of the price for such a man. Many a man's pleasure had been spoiled by such greedy negotiation, he did not doubt. Many of these whores were poor and knew not how long their attractive looks would last. He supposed that most of them were keen to make as much money as possible for as little effort as required. Although as a man he could not understand why these women should not be in this business for the pleasure of sex, as well as for the money, it seemed that for many the longer they plied their business the more greedy they became.
This whore had been different. Her name was Danella she had said. Instead of charging more as their lovemaking had extended, she had encouraged him to persist for as long as he might. Instead of shrieking sounds of false pleasure, or trying to encourage him to ejaculate before he was ready, she had coaxed him gently, become excited when he needed her, and took her own pleasure alongside his.
She had sounded foreign, her accent definitely not of Prancir, so he had asked afterwards where she was from. When she had answered 'Pirion' he had wondered. Wasn't there a war on at the moment with that very country? He had read it in the newspaper quite often in recent years. There was always a war on somewhere, and this one was distant, so didn't concern him very much, but he believed it was a land of backward practices which had seen little progress in centuries. Prancir's soldiers sought to bring modern government and opportunity to that country.
"I have never met anyone here from the Empire of Pirion before," he had told her. "We have in this city many expatriot Vanmandrians, and Spalopians, Alboranians, and many in these late days from places further east and further south." Well if that was how the Pirionites made love he was pleased to meet one. He complimented her after his final release. "Is that how your people always make love?" he had asked.
She had laughed and said, "Our ways of making love are very varied, but yes it is, some of them. So you think we are good at making love?"
"Yes that was wonderful"
"I can tell you," she said, "We have many other practices too, but you can see that we are all brought up to live in the natural way. We are taught to please each other and to be generous. Do you know much of my country?"
"Not much, I have to admit. You are not a very modern country I believe. You ignore progress and you live in laziness, and we are at war with you. I know little else."
"Then you have no reason to hate us?"
"No, why should I," said the customer. The only people we Prancirians hate are the Vanmandrians, and sometimes the Alboranians, but that is only when we are at war with them, and because we fear them then, because they may invade us at any time. You Pirionites live a long way from us and pose little threat. We do not know you well enough to hate you. Your government must have done something to upset ours, but that is of little concern to me."
"That's good. I am pleased you do not hate us just because your government tells you to. In fact if you were to meet more of us you would probably like us very much. Do you like me?" she had said.
What could he answer to that. "You are very lovely and very patient with me. Of course I like you. I am very aroused by you."
"Good," she said. "You will find that all our women are good lovers like me, and our men are happy as a result. That is not something you can say of Prancir is it?"
"No, not at all," he agreed. "Our women are ignorant of the finer arts of love, and very jealous of it, and even our whores are not as good as they think they are."
As he went away from there he thought to himself about what she had said and what she had done. If what the woman had said of Pirion were true, and he saw no reason to doubt it because her actions had been as good, in fact better than her word, then Pirion was a better land than this one.
Here in Dumis he had a wife, old and bitter before her years, who suffered so much from the common attitudes of women that she had become uninteresting to him. With her life could no longer be a pleasure but only an endless succession of complaints, and even lovemaking was to be bought only with the satisfaction of her other wants. He worked like a dog to satisfy employers and wife and family, and there was little respite. When he could set aside money and time to come to the whores he was treated again as someone else's source of funds, to be ripped off and used just like everyone else used him. But at least he got what he paid for, the opportunity to explore a different woman's body, and if he was lucky, the satisfaction of squirting his seed deep inside her.
Well tonight had been different. For once he had not felt used by anyone. The woman had treated him with respect. He would willingly have paid the money he spent in the same way, again and again. Instead of the guilt of feeling he had spent more of his hard earned money than he could afford, he felt for once, that he had really had his money's worth and more. Instead of a quick twenty minutes, half an hour or three quarters, if he was very lucky, he had been granted two hours, in which his cock had fired twice, and his mind and not just his body had been exercised and calmed. The woman had been a lot more than a whore. She was a woman who for once understood what a man needs, and gave it freely, a woman who rose above the day to day struggle to earn as much money as you can from whoever might become a victim. She was a lady, a real lady, one of the very few he had come to know well in life. Most of the other real ladies he had known had been held back from becoming what this woman was, even though it might have been in their capacity if only they had been shown the way. Rarely had he come across anyone who was so free of the pressures and antagonisms of ordinary life, except in the young, who would find out soon enough and be spoiled by it.
Danella perched on the arm of the settee, on which Marie was sitting, and put her arm around the shoulders of her upset friend. She intended only to calm the poor girl. "Don't worry Marie. You are not trapped or shameful. What you do is a perfectly good occupation. Don't listen to the people who tell you you can't do this. And you don't have to be trapped by it. You do have a choice. You could always go back to your family or survive in an ordinary job if you prefer."
"I can't," she whimpered, in great distress. "What else do I know. I can serve behind bars but that don't pay well. That's a worse prostitution than what I do now."
"I agree," acknowledged Danella, "This bar work is alright for an hour or two at a time but when it's busy it's hard work, and when it's not busy it can be dull. I think I prefer prostitution."
"It's easier money. Sometimes I don't get a customer or the customer don't pay but it keeps me quite well normally. It's just that it screws me up."
"I know. I know it does," sighed Danella. Why could the young woman feel so sad. She was closer to nature in the work she did than most Prancirian women in their dull marriages, their factory or cleaning jobs. Marie was closer to being a priestess than any other occupation Danella had yet come across in Prancir. And yet she was not happy. She despised the men she worked for. She worshipped money, and not the Goddess. She found little pleasure in the act of love. Perhaps she regarded the act of love as a means to make money, not as an expression of her love for the human race. She had been told repeatedly throughout her life that sexual promiscuity was wrong, that the men who trawled the streets of Dumis for young female flesh were unsavoury and somehow perverted. Danella, with her long experience of life and of men, knew otherwise. Men were creatures of nature, to be loved and enjoyed, not despised as sinners, as so many women here in Prancir seemed to believe.
Danella pulled the girl to her, hugging her in sympathy, patting her pretty blonde hair. Marie seemed to regard her by now as she would a mother who was close in age, or an older sister. The affection was returned by Marie as she clutched at Danella, feeling for her warmth and support. Danella felt the appeal of her young warm flesh and it became an effort, when after a minute or two, she felt it was time to break this link for the time being.
