Excerpt from the new edition of Narcisa- Our Lady of Ashes
For a seasoned prostitute, however, Narcisa sure didn’t care much for sex — at least not with men. And she always did whatever she could to procrastinate or outright avoid the dreaded moment of vaginal
penetration.
She told me of how she would always ask for payment in advance and usually get it, especially from the generally clueless high-rolling gringo tricks she went with in Copacabana and Ipenema. Well schooled in innovative ho-stroll scams by the street-wise punk anarchist squatter girls of the Casa Verde, she told me how, once inside a gringo’s hotel room and having secured her cash up front, she would begin to undress — or at least pretend to. Then, at a strategic moment, unnoticed by the unsuspecting trick, she would reach into her panties and carefully extract a “bloody” tampon soaked in red wine
which she kept stashed there in a ziplock bag.
Then, right before the astonished gringo’s horrified gaze, she would hurl the disgusting wad of wet cotton against the spotless white hotel room wall, where it would stick with a resounding ‘FWAP!’ Narcisa would stand there grinning sheepishly as the bloody-looking red liquid trailed down the wall and her disgusted victim scurried to the door, holding it open for her to leave the room immediately untouched.
“Hah! Perfect, Max! Thank you come again! Next? These e’sheet always work every time for me, Cigano.” she exclaimed, proudly gloating over her clever tricks of trade.
oh my fucking god. laughing hard! but have to say that never stopped em from penetrating me, LOL.
yeh, well… this is ”fiction,” darlin’…
It feels real.