It had been a long time since I had got my rocks off. The wife had gone to stay with her sick mother and I was getting tired of Ma Thumb and her four daughters. Jerking off is O.K. in a bind but not as a steady diet. I needed to find some pussy.
I got the number from Ed Lewinski, my supervisor at Trans Canada Courier Service. Ed was a notorious whoremaster so I knew it would be good.
All the slip had on it was "Special 555-1938".
Of course curiosity compelled me to call the number.
A female voice answered the phone. I explained how Ed had given me the number and that I would like to meet her. She gave me an address in a rundown business section and invited me to come over.
The address was a walkup above a second hand furniture store. I buzzed the intercom and waited for an answer.
"Yes, who is it?" the voice crackled over a very old speaker.
"It's Bill, I just called you." I answered.
I heard the electric lock click, "Come up." She instructed.
I went up the narrow dimly light stairway. A fairly large colored woman who appeared to be about thirty was waiting on the landing.
"Go in there and get ready, I'll be in in a minute." She said nodding to a door. She then disappeared through another door.
I entered the door she had indicated and found it to be an almost empty room with a solitary light hanging from the ceiling. A tattered double mattress lay in the center of the room.
While I was standing pondering what I should do the colored girl entered the room and slipped off her robe.
