Page 13 of Time Served in New York
“About beating the shit out of someone in the park? Really?”
“The shoe shopping, Blue. Seriously.”
“Matalie is right. You are the craziest one out of all of us.”
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“If shopping was always like this, I don’t think I’d mind it so much,” Brea admitted from where she was sprawled on the floor next to Blue. She lifted her head up just enough to take another sip of champagne and then put the drink down gently and let her head thump back onto the carpet. “I could get used to this. This town’s not half bad.”
“I could do without trekking through the forest to get where I want to go, but that park wasn’t horrible. No muggers, though. It’s probably too cold out.” I shook my head when Blue hiccupped, burped, then hiccupped again. “I’m a fan of this whole drinking while we shop thing.”
“You two have been laying on the floor for damn near an hour. How is that shopping?” Maylee said as she slipped on yet another pair of heels.
“You’ve got a foot fetish,” Pandora slurred. “I’ve never seen someone get so turned on by shoes.”
“Retifism is different from podophilia,” Maylee said as she stood and walked toward the mirror where she turned to the side and posed, staring at the shoes in her reflection.
“I don’t know what either of those are, but sure,” Blue agreed.
“Those are fetishes,” Maylee explained. “Retifism is what you would call a shoe fetish and podophilia is a foot fetish. They can go hand in hand or be totally separate.”
“How do you know shit like that?” Blue asked as she rolled to her side and propped her head up on her hand. She looked at Brea who was lying on her back beside her and asked, “Why would someone know that?”
“Knowing those kinds of things was integral to my job,” Maylee explained.
“I bet you saw some wild shit,” Matalie said as she stood up withanotherpair of shoes on and walked over to model them in the mirror beside Maylee. “What’s the weirdest kink you ever encountered?”
Maylee grimaced. “You’ll have to be more specific. Most of them are what I would consider weird, but to each his own, right?”
“What’s the funniest thing a john ever asked you to do?” I asked.
Maylee thought about it for a second and then laughed. “I had this one guy who got off when I washed his hair.”
“Huh?”
“He had this sink set up in the bathroom of his penthouse that had a sprayer just like a salon. He’d sit in that chair fully-clothed, and I’d wash his hair wearing just my bra and panties.”
“And he paid you for that?”
“Very well,” Maylee replied. “He had another little . . . preference . . . that I charged an outrageous amount for. It’s something called axillism.”
“What’s that?”
Maylee grinned wickedly, and I knew that whatever she said was going to make the women on the floor go nuts. “I wasn’t allowed to shower for a solid 24 hours before the appointment.”
“And? I mean, that’s kinda gross but . . .”
“I couldn’t wear deodorant,” Maylee interrupted. It took less than two seconds for her words to sink in and everyone in the room reacted. Maylee wasn’t finished, though, and talked over their grumblings and groans of disgust. “And,when I was finished with his hair, he had sex with my armpit.”
The room exploded, and Maylee had to lean over and brace her hand on the chair to hold herself up through her laughter.
“How much did he pay forthat?” Brea asked.
“Ten thousand a session,” Maylee chortled.
“10k?” Blue said as she sat straight up and stared at Maylee in shock. “No!” When Maylee just nodded, Blue said, “I can’t go without deodorant, but I’d let someone fuck my armpit for ten grand too. For that much money, I think I could even get Jude to go for it.”
“Shit. For that much money, you might be able to get Preacher to film it,” I added.
