----- from "Something Cool" ... Billy Barnes, composer
"Waiter, bring the lady a martini, please."
I moved to the chair nearest Tash so we would might have a more private conversation. We chatted with the usual small talk topics like the weather and what we've been doing in Salt Lake City. She had done some shopping and had met a friend for lunch. On the other hand, I hadn't much to tell since arriving only a few hours before. We were hitting it off well enough so I asked Tash to dinner. "Yes, I'd like that," she said.
Dinner was, let's say, eye popping! At first we searched for something we had in common. I liked jazz. She liked hard rock. I liked Picasso, She liked Rembrandt. There really wasn't much that connected us. I mentioned that my work involved computers. Mostly I was an independent contractor dealing with technology issues for businesses in the city. Tash listened but didn't say much.
Finally I said, "You have an interesting accent. Where is it from?"
"Oh, I was born in the Ukraine."
"Interesting!" I said. How did you get to America?"
"It is a long story, Maurice."
"Tell me about it."
Tash sat quietly for awhile, then said, "I haven't thought about this for a long time. Some of it is a little painful."
"OK, but I'm always interested in people from other places. Tell me your story if you can."
"As I said, I was brought up in the Ukraine. When I left school, there were no jobs so girls like me were willing to do just about anything to get money. My best friend said there was a guy in town offering great jobs at hotels and restaurants in Germany. Three of us decided it was our best chance even though none of us wanted to leave home. The man put us on a bus to Kiev where we joined other girls on a train taking us to Poland for a two day stopover. The people taking us were very kind and we had good food. Finally we got back on the train but we didn't stop in Germany. They said we misunderstood and would find jobs in Holland. Amsterdam is where we got off and were put in a dingy hotel. A man came into my room and said, "We have a job for you but first you need to show me your talents."
"I didn't understand at first but when he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor showing his intent, it was easy to understand the "talents" I was to show him. At first I buried my head under a blanket but he grabbed my head and forced me to take his erect penis in my mouth. I had done this with my first boyfriend so it really wasn't so bad. Later that evening, another man had me show off my other talents. I was forced to strip naked and then he had sex with me. Two other guys had their way with me before I was allowed to sleep. I was in tears all night."
"That is unbelievable," I said, "but how did you get to this country? I was hooked on her story at that point hoping she wouldn't stop.
"Well," she continued, "most girls worked in the Red Light district in Amsterdam but I was taken to a little town not far away called Haarlem where I serviced mostly men for two years. I was only 18 when I left the Ukraine and at 20 became one of the most asked for girls in the 'Penthouse.' That's where I met an American who helped me escape to the States. He took me to a place called Buffalo. Guess what? He saw an opportunity and used me. He was my pimp but there was a difference. This time I lived in a nice room in a fancy apartment and men paid plenty for an evening with me. It was elegant, often romantic and I was making good money. It might sound strange but I began to love my situation in America."
With a quizzical expression I said, "OK, but you are in Vegas now."
"OK, that is right. Buffalo is small with bad winters while Vegas is warm and where the action is. I had learned to use a computer and realized that the Internet gave me some independence. I put up a web page advertising "personal services" and got lots of hits from different cities. In fact, several adult video producers contacted me so I tried that for awhile. I left my Buffalo apartment and traveled to California to try out my acting skills. The good thing was that there wasn't much to learn that I didn't already know. I'm now 32 and there are so many younger girls working in the adult entertainment industry, I decided to be an escort. I own my home now and travel a lot. Sometimes I travel to meet clients. In fact, that's what brought me to Salt Lake City."
After finishing dinner, I hardly looked at the bill as I wrote Room #247.
We thanked each other for the company and wished each other well as we parted. I stopped by the concierge to ask what entertainment was available in Salt Lake City. To my surprise, there was a jazz concert at the Capitol Theatre not far from the hotel and tickets were still available. Settling in my seat at the theater, a "warm up group" was on stage finishing their set soon to be followed by the Jeff Hamilton Trio. It turned out to be a thrilling evening of jazz as his group put on a fabulous show with standing ovations followed by standing ovations. As I left the theater, it struck me that tonight just might be my lucky night as my mind raced back to Tash. I couldn't get her out of my head. "What a jerk," I thought to myself for not asking her to join me at the theater. Even if she had said, "No," we might have had a few more minutes or even hours together after dinner. On the way back to the hotel, I kicked myself for being so stupid.
The hotel was teaming with guests mulling about the lobby. "Mr. Price, there is a message for you at the desk," said the bellboy as he greeted me at the door.
"Thanks," I replied with little enthusiasm figuring it was real estate agent I had contracted before leaving Chicago. It wasn't.
"Hello, I'm Maurice Price. I said at the desk. "You have a message fpr me?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Price." She reached under the desk and gave me a small package.
"Curous!" I thought. Who the hell knows I'm here?"
Once inside my room after throwing my coat on the sofa, I opened the package. Inside was a DVD. From the pictures on the cover, it was clear that it contained "adult entertainment." A little note was attached that said, "Thought this might be a nice companion on a wintry night. Thanks for dinner, Tash 302." Looking on the DVD's back, it said "Staring Natasha." among others that I did not recognize. And there she was in all of her glory with picture perfect boobs hanging over a guy's hungry mouth as another fella fucked her doggy style from the rear. OK, maybe this was an invitation, maybe not. What puzzled me was the 302 but it had to be a room number.
I called Room 302 but there was no answer so I left a message saying, "If this is Tash, give me a call in 247. Thanks, Maurice" Luckily, this hotel had a DVD player along with a 42 inch flat screen TV. The movie was a rather ordinary porno flick but Natasha stood out above all the other performers. She could deep throat like no woman I had ever seen as she swallowed some guy that had to be at least 8 inches. Her part in the film ended with a nice creampie as cum oozed out of her pussy with her wearing only a seductive smile.
The next scene was of some girl with tiny tits taking a DP. She screamed so loud I almost didn't hear the phone ring. "Hello, Maurice here."
"Hi, this is Tash," she answered with that delicate Ukrainian accent. "You got my package. Did you like it?"
