LITMIR.BIZ

      ISBN 978-5-0064-4195-8

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      PROLOGUE

      – Tell me, why did you become a whore? – Harry asked, breathing deeply, leaning back on the sheets as soon as he reached the finish line.

      – Does someone need a reason for becoming a whore? – Carla asked, lighting a cigarette.

      – Every choice has a reason.

      – Well, I don’t know. Is it so important?

      – I’m just curious.

      – Let’s say, it’s so convenient for me to meet people – Carla answered without thinking too much. – I like to study new people, and sex allows me to get to know a person the best, because it is the closest connection of all.

      – But this is not the first time this has happened to us. This means that once is not enough. Or are you just crazy about me?

      – Who said? Maybe you are like a riddle to me, covered in mystery, and to get to know you better, I need forty nights.

      Portraying a satisfied smile, Harry said, running his finger along Carla’s bare, sweaty thigh:

      – No, no. You’re just insatiable, admit it.

      – One thing I can say for sure is that a quick shooter like you certainly won’t be able to satisfy a woman.

      1. CARLA GERRARDI

      The autumn streets of the city did not dry out from the rains for the second week. During business hours the roads seemed empty. On an ordinary weekday morning, her tall, slender legs walked smoothly along the damp sidewalk. On lush lips, a lipstick called «wild cherry» brought out its shine. A short black skirt enveloped her legs at the level of her buttocks, exposing everything else for a stunning effect on every man she met. So this time, a group of teenagers passing by burst out whistling, conveying delight at the beauty and sex appeal of the convex buttocks, for which Carla thanked the boys. She always appreciated such compliments addressed to her, because it was the main indicator that she went to work today absolutely prepared and did not forget anything.

      Soon Carla parked her high heels on the sidewalk under the overpass where she met Georgina.

      Georgina was thirty years old, two years older than Carla. She wore shoulder-length red hair and a leather coat that was constantly unbuttoned so that she could expose a red blouse with a deep neckline and protruding cans of three liters each. As usual, she was also wearing fishnet tights and over-the-knee boots. But Georgina considered her trademark artfully extended nails, coated with tiger-colored varnish. By this she tried to hint that she scratched the backs of her clients not because she wanted to, but because the tigress cannot behave differently in bed.

      – Hello – said Carla.

      – Salute – Georgina responded with a smile, delighted to meet her. – Well, how is it?

      Without thinking for a long time, Carla answered:

      – Yesterday was crap, and today is bullshit. You? How was yesterday?

      Georgina took a deep breath. She answered, not without difficulty:

      – My whole ass hurts.

      – What, did the client spank so hard? – Carla asked sympathetically.

      – It would be better if he spanked. This pervert took off his belt and started whipping me.

      – Why didn’t you stop him? – Carla was perplexed.

      – Because the triple fee stopped me.

      – Darling, you make your living from this place. And if your body loses its marketable appearance, customers will stop paying even half the price.

      Carla took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Georgina. Holding up the lighter, she asked:

      – So maybe you shouldn’t have gone out today? Especially if you earned triple the rate yesterday.

      – To be honest, I also thought… Oh! You dyed your hair.

      Taking a puff of tobacco smoke through the filter, Carla nodded.

      Georgina touched Carla’s hair, began fiddling with it and said:

      – Interesting color. What is it called?

      – «Gothic brunette».

      – I like it. Where did you dye?

      – In Bruno’s salon.

      – Do you think it will suit me?

      Blowing smoke through her lush lips, Carla answered, narrowing her eyes slightly:

      – To be honest, you dye so often, but every time you choose a shade of red. So, I don’t know… it’s hard for me to imagine you with black hair.

      – You’re probably right. I’m a tigress, not a panther.

      Carla smiled widely, revealing snow-white, even teeth that made her smile look like a model.

      – Okay, I’ll go. If you’re not busy, drop by in the evening, we’ll sit, drink some tea, watch a movie.

      – Of course, I’ll drop by. Moreover, my ass is unlikely to endure until the end of the working day.

      Carla smiled once again, and then moved on. She was heading to one of those bars that was frequented by locals from all over the block.

      As soon as the cigarette was only half smoked, a green Chevrolet pulled up next to Carla, moving level with her. Puerto Rican Benny, a local huckster, appeared from the front passenger window. Benny’s trade items included spent pistols, synthetic drugs and alcohol contraband. His younger brother, Renato, was driving.

      – Hello, beauty – Benny exclaimed, sticking his hands out.

      – Hey – Carla responded indifferently.

      – What’s up?

      – No incidents so far.

      – Where are you going?

      – To the northwest.

      Benny was desperately coming up with new questions in an attempt to continue some semblance of a conversation.

      – And what’s in the northwest?

      Carla reluctantly examined Benny’s face and just as reluctantly answered:

      – Civilization.

      – Um… – Benny began, waving a fan of bills in one hand – I was thinking, maybe…

      Carla interrupted him sharply:

      – How much do I need to say, I don’t give myself to everyone who wants to dive into me?

      In an outrageous tone, Benny asked:

      – And what is wrong? I can pay double the price.

      – That’s the point. People like you think that everything in this world can be bought and everything has its own price. You do not pay attention to how time changes and live every new day in capitalism.

      – And this comes from the one who sells her body several times a night.

      – Yes, I am for sale, but not to everyone.

      – And who are you selling yourself to then, the prince on a white horse? – Benny said sardonically, glancing at Renato, after which he added at the top of his voice through laughter: – Or to the horse?

      – And why not? I like it when it’s deeper and tougher.

      – So maybe you can show me the «Mariana Trench» in your womb?

      Carla stopped, slowly walked up to the car, leaned her elbows on the window, erotically blew tobacco smoke into Benny’s face and slowly said:

      – I’m afraid my crevice will be too big for your dwarf.

      A grimace

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