RIVALRY
Siu Kam Wen
"Do not I have never told the story of the whores? Funny, brother, if more than one week to come repeating much soul has set before me. From time to count and recount that and I can recite from memory pure. "You have not heard, really? Pay attention then nothing more to your liking the story again.
was one of those alleys of poor people who will fall apart, there are so many around the cemetery, in the Barrios Altos, and not an actual brothel. As you know, I live near the Plaza Italia. To get there you must walk seven or eight blocks, and uphill as if he were climbing a hill, but it worth the effort because in the end the reward is sweet and costs less to go to Callao. The two women live in po-cos apenitas meters from each other. One is called Chabuca and has twenty or twenty years. The other at least twice her age, and, I swear that's his name is called Angelica. I will refer to them one by one, starting with the oldest vagina.
Mrs. Angelica, as she is known among his neighbors, or just Angelica, as it is for our customers, will have between forty and forty-five years. That's the conclusion one reaches the crow's feet that are in the outer corners of her two large eyes for a few wrinkles in the back of the neck, but otherwise has very well maintained skin and figure, which is a candy. His skin is still smooth, and is so white that comes to dazzle. Her ass is fleshy and firm, and when he plays around with a pair ceñidito is exactly like a pear water. Mouth is small, but meaty and red, large black eyes and hair short and dyed blonde.
almost always walking in tight pants, high heels, blouses that expose the shoulders white and perfectly round. Are often placed large-des earrings, those who use the gypsies that we sometimes see at University Park. Total, with an outfit and you guess the office immediately (Truth be told, she does not give a damn that you guess), but not go thinking that is arranged in this way to engage customers on the street, not needed, as it has a customer more or less fixed, and one might even say very devout. The custom of wearing flashy suits, once told me, he had acquired when it started and since then her work ques-tion change.
lives all alone, no husband, no partner, no hi-os, into a dump that has been divided into three rooms with curtains of floral fabric. The first piece is what customers pompously called "waiting room" and has a rare luxury item: a crystal chandelier, second hand, of course, but nevertheless a real crystal chandelier. Under his profuse light, to kill time while waiting your turn, customers usually play a hand around a dining table or even have a round of beer. The next piece is indescrip-tible, suffice to say that there prepare his meals, do your cleaning routine after each customer, and is also there where we're going to reduce the pump. The back room is now the ring itself, the pitch of the game, the room for the tango. A narrow room, where there is hardly a metal bed, dresser, chair, and then runs women's clothing everywhere. At the center, hanging boards old roof, a light of 50 candles that just shines better than a candle. By placing a focus on such low power, it seems as if the angel had wanted to give a touch of intimacy to the transactions that we here in this room, but sometimes I suspect the other reason is that the Angelica afraid to reveal her nakedness under stronger illumination, it would not allow concessions of any kind.
The other prostitute, Chabuca, is rather low stature, but equally or better equipped than Angelica. Firm flesh, young, strong legs, a bit bulky pubic that betrays the ravages of great rides and two births. Has black hair, brown skin thing, oval face and a thin nose, delicate profile. The mouth is small, with a sullen expression always, the steely-eyed, penetrating. Her face vaguely reminiscent of a hawk. Until about four years he lived with a thug for real, now in prison serving a sentence she would have wanted it to be in perpetuity. First birth a daughter, died a month old. Then came the twins, who now have five or six years. One of the twins is called Freddy Beto and the other, are so just like I've never been able to distinguish from one another. They are allowed to run around the house with the exception of prohibited ion cubicle of his mother, where she saddled and make it run the Classic Pellegrini.
you surely seem strange, brother to say that I have twisted taste, but my first love, my first lair, so to speak, was Angelica. He knew he had two of its kind in the my-mo alley, and the other was younger, prettier, Provo-cannot, but I chose it. Even now I prefer it before the Chabuca, and only when it is too busy, I mean when you have to do a lot of tail, and I resign myself where the mother of the twins. I'm not the only one who has that preference. Angelica does not offer promises that his youngest competitor can not provide-and perhaps more and better ", but sex is not always the only thing that men look at the prostitutes. Many who go to brothels or their proxies are men who have a penalty or a large or loneliness are not happy among his people. Go to the arms of prostitutes not because they really need to appease the burning down of the womb, but because they seek in them something that could not find at home: affection, love, relief, whatever. For my part, I confess that most of the time I'm going where I do it to Angelica not drown in that manic depression the doctor says I have.
Angelica And I always find something like mater-nal heat, some extra kindness and tenderness that from a strictly business standpoint, it is not obligated to give. I'm not his only client, not even his favorite client, so that it can be assumed that others are blessed with something. In contrast none of this can be found in the other, the Chabuca. Is a mare of the best, so skilled in nature and knew from experience, and can make and is always willing to do about my erotic fantasy comes up asking, but blindly adheres to what he calls his profession: use and abuse of your body and nothing else. One can feel the lava coming from his flesh, his hands, his mouth, but his heart is closed to all Like a refrigerator. This attitude seems to be due more to a poverty of spirit and sensibility to the lack of experience. On the other hand, have always said that Chabuca looks like a hawk, and his eyes steely and piercing and their attitudes are often impatient. Nobody likes hawks except the ca-organizer, we are not.
The Angelica is charapa, but has spent many years in El Callao and Lima who has lost the accent characteristic of the people of Iquitos, but still retains some tropical heat in the timbre of her voice. He has apparently ever been married and had two children. Once I asked him about the children, where they live now, what live, and Angelica in response said that long ago they died. He said with a tone of defiance, a little bitter, so I figured that did not die for truth, but figuratively, just for her. He had begun to pros-constitutes very young, but can not remember exactly why. Just remember that I needed the money, he said, " what you want to know? I told him I had slept several times with a chibola selling the body only to buy cosmetics with the money. I am not of that ilk, said Angelica, at least should have had the decency to do it for everything from poverty.
If I know little of the life of Angelica, the less I know of the other, the Chabuca not the type of women who enjoy the conversation. But I understood better the need to prostitution: the twins.
The Chabuca house is taboo to mention the name of Angelica. The reason seems obvious: they feel humiliated because its competitor, despite being twice her age, it attracts more customers. At one time she was under in-Crete is a cure for a case of gonorrhea or anything like that. Somehow the secret was known and frequented by customers stopped a long time. The Chabuca always insisted he was running that made Angelica the ball, but I know she is not capable of anything so low.
The Angelica is a single woman. I guess every woman needs to turn his mother's natural instinct to someone. Little girls have not made women feel and the pressing need when playing with their dolls. More reason and more strongly the older woman should feel lonely as Angelica. Part of her motherly affection we give it to their customers, but we are not exactly the most satisfactory container for such affection. Happened then the most natural: the little ones are interested in the Chabuca. Behind the mother, began to surreptitiously give candy and ice cream to buy small gifts like talcum PICAP and cuetecillos Carnival and New Year. Of course, something could not go unnoticed for long Chabuca, especially when the twins came up with his benefactress call, every time he passed the front door of the house, "Aunt Angelica." Friction between the two women began to assume a character were really open and gradually becoming routine, until two weeks ago this hostility erupted like a volcano. It was at night on a Wednesday, a day of little customers. Where Angelica was around eleven, with the idea of \u200b\u200bspending the rest of the night in his bed creaking metal. In my arrival I found dead mess. Asked one of those who live there what happened: man-Gio commendable shoulders. Whores fight, he said. I worked my way through the pile of onlookers who did nothing to separate the two women onto the stage of the mechadera. The Chabuca was well dressed, but Angelica was wearing nothing but an old coat: debajito was just as her mother had given birth, all of Galatians. That's why onlookers were more interested in fanning the feud that appease. After no little effort, pushing and ja-lando, I managed to separate the two, and as Chabuca belligerent was the thing, I took first, half dragging, to his room. I left there panting, flushed by the heat of the fight, spitting obscenity communities. Then I went back and convinced the Angélica-enter yours, it was less difficult now. I did sit in one of the old sofas in the "room" and poured him a glass of cognac. -Brant under the dazzling light of the chandelier, she had dyed her hair in disarray, the coat unbuttoned to stop breast-ered almost discovered, smothered her face, her eyes still bright with anger. While taking his brandy could see on the floor two plastic strollers, one wheel up and the other nearly lost beneath a cabinet. The twins, I thought.
Finally, he calmed down and told me why the fuss. Had bought the stroller and had given the twins in the afternoon. Shortly before my arrival, when he was in bed with a client in full business plan, the Chabuca belligerently called to the door, Angelica went to open the toys Chabuca threw him almost into his face, and before people that these things do not delay in meeting began calling her names. The customer slipped to stay out of trouble just for whores, and the two went to blows.
Poor mother had to be to not remember the birthdays of their own children, "said Angelica, and completely calm. Now it seemed a bit dejected.
Someone knocked timidly worn wooden door. Angelica raised her face, crow's feet is clearly seen in the light of the spider because of the makeup destroyed, and looked at me with an expression as if to say " who can be? I went to open, as she buttoned his coat. One of the twins was standing in front of the threshold and the other several steps behind him. I do not know which of them was Bob and what Freddy, but it hardly matters that detail. "Which will come?" I said astonished, realizing Who were our visitors. The twin who was standing in front of the open door, a sullen creature, I had no idea where to hold hands. He spent several minutes in the doorway without saying a word. Then he suddenly turned and ran, followed by his brother, who all this time had remained in the shadows. I followed his eyes to see them disappear into their own house and then closed the door moved. When I turned to Angelica saw that he had also understood the meaning of this strange gesture, and I felt the same, but much more deeply. I had those black eyes very bright again, this time for the moisture had in them.
I sat beside him, touched his hands. Having a small, plump hands, with rings on several fingers.
"There are some beauties ?, She said, her voice breaking. I are really, I said nothing more to give satisfaction. The Angelica squeezed my hand in a gesture of thanks.
Not that I'm ashamed of being a prostitute, said after a while, with a tinge of sadness, but you can not imagine how I am glad that the children of my daughter were females. . . .
had heard rumors before about an alleged relationship between Angelica and Chabuca, but it was the first time either of them I confirmed this from his own lips.
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