<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e0c5/igj1ddod0sjrx2jzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Fräulein J. Hagen</strong><br/>aka JayJay<br/>Sex Worker<br/><em>About Fräulein J.</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… someone? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Ouch!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… okay, what she should have expected except she wasn’t awake enough to expect it … she retreats to her private place inside to observe what happens … she can’t open her eyes … hearing is very acute … to someplace called Pascha … that’s Nasty … so another brothel somewhere … a slap …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Get up, <abbr title="Streetwalker">Straßenmädchen</abbr>, and follow me! Behave or I’ll have to ruin your face!</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she can open her eyes … a German looking fellow speaking okay English … she grabs her purse and suitcase and follows him to the elevator … through the lobby … out the front to a parked taxi with advertising for Pascha on the side … which one of the four are they taking her to … her suitcase goes in the trunk and she goes in the back sea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Just across town. You’ll be paying your tab in no time.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she hunkers down to avoid any onlookers … memorizes street turnings … perhaps 45 minutes later, the taxi stops … driver gets her suitcase from the trunk … she gets out on the curb …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Through that door. Right. You’re expected.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… dragging her suitcase, she goes through the door and turns right … a window with a hard bitten woman behind it … looks up …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hagen. I believe you’re expecting me.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “€150 per day for the room, noon through noon, payable in advance but you won’t owe until tomorrow when we expect €300 around noon. Going rate for a blow and fuck is €55 and heading down. Here’s your key, 624.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she trudges toward where she thinks the elevator might be … a service elevator … getting out, Ishe notes a number of girls leaning against the wall outside their rooms and a few guys talkin to some and one guy looking each up and down before he notices her … shew feels more control of her body too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  <abbr title="””New? €60 for half hour fuck?””">“Neu? 60 € für eine halbe Stunde ficken?”</abbr></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… nod … unlock 624 … coincidence same room number as my suite at Lacy Place back in Vegas? … unmade queen bed with a pile of sheets and pillow cases …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Ein paar Minuten bitte.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… put my suitcase off to the side … put a bottom and top sheet on th ebed … three pillows get cases … then turn to look at my first cheap fuck … smile at him and unbutton my blouse … showes … slacks … bra and then panties … walk up to him and run my fingers down his shirt to his pants … to my knees to open his pants and deliver full value …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he leaves a €5 tip … lock the door behind him and pout the notes my purse and that in a recess in the closet … get a black negligee and pantie and mules out of my suitcase … clean up quickly and freshen my lipstick and commodity perfume … neaten the bed and back out into the hall … more girls than guys … nod to those who bother to look my way … gotta do what I gotta do …</em></span></span><br/>