I used to be a Filthy Whore. Are you still a filthy John?

This story was told to me by a customer and friend. He came in for the usual – a sensual massage session scheduled to last 42 minutes, leaving him the necessary 8 minutes for manual release, and the 10 minute transition time. He loved my “regularity”, but I always knew he played with “private stock” girls on the side. On this day, he was a bit shaken up because he ran into an old PS girl of his in the grocery. While that is not normally a rough situation, this time it was because she was “reformed”. It went something like this:

“Well, I used to be a filhty whore so maybe you fucked me. Are you still a filthy John?“

He saw her across the aisle, and knew that he knew her from somewhere. As a fan of asian ladies, he was always finding ways to know them in the daily life, so it was not odd to recognize a lady and not be able to place her. He loved asian women, always sought to know them if he could, and was always open to any opportunity to have sex with them. Of course he frequented asian massage parlors, but, as he had told me many times, while he liked to screw the asian women, he didn’t enjoy them for manual efforts such as hand release or oral sex.

So when he saw her and she saw him he recognized her but not entirely. But then, as he tells it, she looked him squarely in the eye the way only a working girl does. She looked at him as if to challenge his courage. The brief working girl eye-2-eye stare says “yes, you know I am a whore, and I say so what, and I say do you have the balls to be who you really are, too, or are you just a poser?“. ( I swear, that’s what he told me… men!)

So anyway he took the hint and said hello. She gave him a hello back, but nothing more. Then he said “I feel like I know you, but I’m not sure from where?“. Expecting her to say “don’t worry, honey, I’ll never tell” or “Thanks for remembering me, honey. Next time come back to see me again before you forget me” or any of the other dozen responses he had heard from former pass-by-girls when meeting them on the streets of Flushing. But he wasn’t ready for what she said (very loudly): “Well, I used to be a filhty whore so maybe you  fucked me. Are you still a filthy John?”

Ouch. Remember what they say about prostitutes: you don’t pay them for sex, you pay them to leave afterwards. In this case, she had been reformed and was now righteous. Is there nothing scareier than a reformed, righteous ex-whore that you remember?