Crossover Earth '98
A Night With Paco Ken St. Andre
The woman cost $1000 a night, and for a $1000 a night she would do whatever you wanted her to. Still, dyeing her hair green amd dressing her in gauzy blue veils seemed weirder than most. Then a little Japanese man in an expensive suit handed her the script. She had half an hour to study it before she was on.
When she told the man she knew her lines he gave her a few minutes to get a drink, go to the loo, snort a line of coke, and when she was ready, issued her into a room full of smoky vapors. They had a sweet, narcotic aroma, something like marijuana, but not quite the same.
She tiptoed into the room looking for her john, her kinky patron. As she pushed in deeper, she began to make out a low couch with someone lying on it. A man, with a twist of cotton wrapped around his waist and tied in a square knot lay there in a trance, snoring lightly. She paused for a moment to look more closely. He had a good body, tall, thin, muscular, tanned. She couldnt see his face, but his hair was dark, thick, and longer than fashionable.
Paco! she called softly. Paco, help me!
The man turned to face her and his eyes opened slowly. The pupils were black as interstellar space and almost as deep. Who? What? His voice quavered.
Paco, only you can save me, she said as she stepped up close and began to stroke his cheeks and shoulders. She leaned close to him, her large, perfumed breasts only inches from his face with only a few layers of transparent gauze between her flesh and his.
I know, said the man. The insects are biting you to death.
Thank God there were no actual insects in this drama, but the courtesan agreed, and shuddered all over as if spiders were dancing on her skin.
I kill them by the millions each year, she told him, but there are always more. Please help me!
I will, said the man, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her hips, pulling her down against him. I will kill them all for you, my goddess, because I love you. He began to demonstrate his affection.
And I love you, Paco. I will give you everything, she promised.
Yesss! hissed Paco, and he pulled her down and ravished her exalted body most satisfactorily. A thousand dollars well earned, and well worth earning.
Some time later Adam Paco Llips slipped away from her, leaving her lying on the couch in a drugged stupor. The hashish vapors in the room didnt affect him much any more, but they always left his companions semi-conscious at best.
He wondered if she would wake up and get out of the hotel before the bomb in the boiler room went off at 7 a.m. Another day, another anonymous terrorist bombing . . .