THE white milk BAR
It had egg white walls with sky blue columns. From somewhere deep by the kitchen they played Love & Rockets and rubycon for the first two hours and ended up with the mondays, roses and suede at the end of the night. He knew it couldn't last, it was too stylish and intimidating rather than welcoming to willing women and fools. The front sidewalk was abandoned.
The pale blue neon CREAM mirrored in the river broke his thoughts and he walked up to the bar looking into dark corners where only legs and shapes were lit. The bar charged $15 for a buttered rum and there were no stools. He felt the blast of cold condition him as if an arctic cave. Noone was here to talk. He walked to the hallway marked "HOOKUP" and opened its dark glass door. The drapered entry was darker but a hostess stood behind a podium.
"I would like a girl 24 after college."
"We will have five choices for you in ten minutes. May I get you a drink?
" Some white tea please."
He watched the girl speak into her headset mic and a group of young college boys came in with a beeping callpod that the hostess deactivated in a smooth leading glide to the curtained tables in the back.
He was alone. A girl in a pale green blouse walked from the cabinettes.
"I know you're waiting, maybe I can help you. "
"If you have an hour that would be fine.," he looked down and shyly away.
"I leave in two", she took his hand and led him to a sheer pink curtain.
There were ivory smooth couches raised slightly above the floor, and the black sidetable was lit by a small blue lamp. Mercury rev whispered 30 feet away.
She opened a white box on a column coming down from above and unrolled two earsets with patches for an ear nerve. He felt her breath as she gently placed the inserts and felt only a tingle. The walls changed to a warm orange and he leaned back into a new pillow and looked at the ceiling which showed stars. His eyes went up and back and he felt a smile spread his face open.
The numbness started in his fingers, spread across his chest and closed his eyes until he felt nothing.
He opened his eyes and looked at her hands, her legs, felt her hair on her back. He raised her hands to her shoulders and felt her breasts under her wrists. The music changed to piped smooth notes trembling the silk walls as he looked to her left. He sat there passed out. She was in there, He was in her.
He opened the drawer and pulled out a tabscreen and projection opened up. He chose sex themes. The next two hours passed swiftly and the girl woke up next to him asking for a shower.
It was 7….. in the morning, ... He had no strength......
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