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September 16, 2005

Volume 6, Issue 16

For today's theme, write 100 words set in a House of Ill Repute.

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"I need a brunette, about 5'7"."

"We have two girls you might like. On the left..."

"No. The one on the right. Tonight her name is Elizabeth. I... I'll have Elizabeth, finally."

Tammy -- or 'Elizabeth' tonight -- look at the dumpy, little man as he awkwardly took her offered hand. Another 'nice guy' loser getting an imaginary fuck with the girl he eunuchs for. At least it'll be quick. Hopefully no crying this time.

Clumsily and soon, she heard a whispered, "Finally..." from behind, followed by the gunshot. At last, he had Elizabeth, leaving no chance to be robbed of it.

Posted by: funklord at September 16, 2005 8:34 AM · Permalink

Mark's cell phone rings Schubert's Ave Maria. Shubert, they say, went insane. Mark has always believed that the Ave Maria would keep anyone from drifting too far.

"Honey," Ellen whispers. "Don't you ever turn that things off?"

Mark remembers that Ellen gets two-hundred an hour. This is a class joint. But he keeps wondering who called.

"Relax," Ellen says, sinking to her knees before him.

He tries, but her kneeling is too reverent. Her blue gown is too much like the virgin mother's. Mark feels his mind slipping as he closes his eyes and falls back on the bed.

Posted by: bgfay at September 16, 2005 9:24 AM · Permalink

Artice sat on the edge of the bed, his legs jittering, his eyes avoiding contact with the hooker disrobing in the corner. He’d win the dare now – and the fifty bucks – but a horrible thought strangled his satisfaction: What if Sandra found out?

Suddenly, Artice’s hips thrust high into the air, his pocket vibrating. His hands furiously dove into his pants to find the phone, finally flinging it out of his pants. It slipped through his fingers and fell to the floor.

The phone opened. The screen stared back at Artice.

DID U DO THE WHORE YET???

It was Sandra.

Posted by: Matt Howell at September 16, 2005 10:41 AM · Permalink

“But, Dad…”

“No whining! Today is your birthday and I’ll be damned if you don’t carry on the family tradition.”

For years, Dad whispered promises that I’d lose my virginity in this place. Just like he did. And his father. And his grandfather.

“You’ll never forget this night,” Dad excitingly pronounced, leading me past the silken curtains and down a long corridor. “Here we are,” he exclaimed. “Room 34. Maggie’s room.”

The door swung open and I saw her lying on the bed. Dessicated skin stretched over a skeletal frame. Maggie was the one my father did. And his father…

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at September 16, 2005 11:03 AM · Permalink

Looking up from her magazine toward the man, Amber dispiritedly recited, "Welcome to Madam Heather's Joy Palace. What's your pleasure?"

"Brains..." moaned the man.

"Well, Brandy's pretty smart. And everyone says Ginger has a good head on her shoulders." She studied the customer. "But that may not be for you. Blonde, brunette, or redhead?"

"Brains..." he repeated.

"Oh, I know! Traci is perfect. Room 14. Left, through there," she instructed, pointing at a beaded curtain. The man turned and shambled that direction.

Amber thought, "Heather'll probably fire me for letting another zombie in. Fuck it. I never liked Traci anyway."

Posted by: David at September 16, 2005 11:39 AM · Permalink

you and the zombies.....

Posted by: Ted at September 16, 2005 11:47 AM · Permalink

Oh, how Heidi hated “Take your kid to work” day.

It was always the same: “Mommy? Can I have a balloon?” “Why do they have frosting on them?” “I don't like this frosting, Mommy.”

“God, baby! Leave those alone! They're NOT balloons, and it's NOT frosting!”

Then, without fail, the hearty laughter of her 'customer'.

This time, it was too much. She pulled out the straight razor she kept handy 'just in case', and sliced the jerks jewels off.

Taking her son by the hand, she walked out smiling, knowing she'd never have to put up with TYKTW day again.

Posted by: Jim at September 16, 2005 12:29 PM · Permalink

What can I say? I loves me some zombies.

It's sort of my own personal theme. I decided that whatever the day's theme is here at 100 Words, I'm going to stick in zombies whenever possible. Just because.

This is just the first time I ever actually applied it.

Posted by: David at September 16, 2005 1:41 PM · Permalink

2031: The Supreme Court legalizes prostitution.

2032: Major Gasoline chains install mini-bordelloes, first in truckstops but fairly quickly all of their attached convenience stores have at least one man and woman on tap.

2035: The biggest chains' intensive training programs produce their first graduates, enabling huge market gains. The McBlowjob, like its food equivalent, is quick, clean, and every single one of them exactly alike.

2038: The full brothel experience, with faux-intimacy, themed rooms, and highly professional service goes corporate, when Disney gets in on the act.

2048: 53% of college freshmen admit to having lost their virginity at EcstacyLand.

Posted by: Jeff R. at September 16, 2005 2:33 PM · Permalink

The chime rings, the madam announcing that she is bringing my next customer up. I quickly finish washing up from my last customer, dry off, and throw on a slip just as the door opens. "This is Madeline, one of our finest - I'm sure she can accomodate you. Madeline, Mister, um, Jones would like to try some Greek, dear." The old sow closes the door.

Christ, doesn't anyone like a blow job anymore? They're half the price, but I can do half a dozen or more in the time it takes to satisfy one damned fudgepacker, and they're much cleaner.

Posted by: hnumpah at September 16, 2005 3:39 PM · Permalink

“I don’t see how this will work,” said Delilah.

“That’s not our problem, all you need to understand is that this is a quid pro quo scenario.”

The man looked a little tense, it seemed pretty clear that this type of place was not his usual hangout spot. Not that a place where girls walk around wearing what they do, or lack there of, could be called a hangout spot.

“Look, the president promised a lot of money, and frankly our guys put their heads together….”

“Uh huh…and?”

“And,” he said with a smile, “that’s where you guys come in…”

Posted by: Brandon at September 18, 2005 4:05 PM · Permalink