Ryan's Story: Part 14 A Duo Date continued....

I pushed the door open and walked through to be met by the Italian-looking girl who showed me into the living room. The living room looked like a poorly kept museum piece. It was furnished in that walnut-veneer furniture that was popular in the forties, but badly marked and knocked about with coffee mug stains on the tops of the cabinets. Each piece of furniture had a lacy doiley on top and several small items of the same period - an old alarm clock, an old radio, that kind of thing. It reminded me of my grandmother's house but left uncared for for several decades, the paint peeling off, the furniture battered and bruised. It was dismal, and the only bright spot in the room was a large picture of a girl of primary school age in her school uniform, beaming out with a huge smile .

The incall had to be arranged for times between 10am and 2pm and now it was obvious why. Mum had to get the kid off to school before fucking middle-aged business men in the back bedroom to make enough money to bring her up, dad being either absent or not sufficiently responsible to help out. 120 per hour for fucking middle-aged businessmen must seem pretty attractive compared to spending three days on the tills at ASDA for the same money and there was no need to arrange child-care either. It reminded me of the part played by Cathy Tyson in the TV series "Band of Gold".

"Mum" turned out to be a tall slim bottle-blonde with fair-skin. She had made little effort with her appearance being dressed in a jumper pulled haphazardly over a checked shirt with old, worn jeans. She was attractive, but carried the after-effects of years of poor nutrition and lack of exercise. She was also a smoker, and whilst she had a nice open smile it was somewhat spoiled by her yellowed teeth. She was about 5'9" and slightly taller than me, and although slim was quite big-boned - I was going to have my hands full with these two girls!

By contrast the Italian-looking girl was apparently lower-middle class. She was nervous, unable to sit still in her chair and kept stroking her own knees. That was kind of cute and helped to relax me. There was someone else in the house too - someone that quietly tried to sneak up the stairs out of the way. They were light on their feet - perhaps another girl or maybe the owner of this musuem piece house (maybe "Mum" had Grandma to look after too).

The three of us went upstairs together and I followed the girls into the back bedroom.


Next Installment: A Duo Date continued, again!

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