"Very good. Right this way then." The madam motioned with a
small twist of a small wrist for her two customers to follow, and both
soldiers marched down a hallway after her. Bettmann looked back at
the front door and caught the porter eyeing him with not-so-surprising
disgust, but also with an unexpected look of grim interest
that made the soldier snap his head full forward.
The madam gestured Cutler inside a room on the right with a
smile and another wrist twist, and Cutler bid goodbye to his comrade
with a wink before approaching a massage table in the center of the
room.
"And I have just the girl for you, sir, a girl new to town whom
you'll find very pleasant," the madam declared with a too-practiced
you and a third twist that led Bettmann into the last room on the
lefthand side of the hallway. Once he was inside his room, Bettmann
turned to inquire about the age of his masseuse, but the
madam had already closed the door between them. He slowly turned
back around, then approached the padded and sheeted table in the
center hesitantly, before proceeding to tug at clothes
slightly damp from the humidity of a summer evening.
The masseuse approached from a separate entrance set in a corner
far from Bettmann's own point of entry. She closed the door softly behind
herself, then took three steps to the man lying naked, genitals-down,
on the sheets. Bettmann looked up to see a woman not much
younger than his twenty-five years, and breathed a sigh of relief as
she reached for his shoulders...
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