The Virgin Slayer

It had been a long day, but once I got checked into the hotel I decided to head back downstairs for a few drinks before heading to bed. I was dead tired after fighting airport delays, screwed up rental car reservations and a long drive in the pouring rain to get here, but I knew I was too wound up to go to sleep just yet. Stepping into a tiny, dimly lit room I picked one seat from the long row of empty seats at the bar.

The bartender was huddled up at the end of the bar, using one of the few lights in the place to read by. I watched as he finished reading the page, carefully sliding a bookmark between the pages before closing the book and placing it on the bar. It was a large, hardback book, perhaps a college book.

"What can I get you?" he asked with a touch of an accent.

"What do you have on tap?"

"Miller, Bud, Michelob and Sam Adam's Pale."

"Yeah, let me have a Sam Adams, please."

The bartender nodded, pulled a tall glass from the rack above his head, twirled the glass in the palm of his hand and then moved over to the tap. He let the amber liquid roll gently into the glass until it was about three quarters full, then he tilted the glass upward, letting a bit of foam form at the top of the glass.

"Here you go, anything else?"

"You have some peanuts or something?"

Reaching beneath the bar he pulled out a bowl and opening a small jar, pour in some mixed nuts. He placed them on the bar beside my glass and said, "If you finish these up, just let me know, I've got plenty here."

"What you reading?"

"Reading?"

I nodded over to his book.

"Oh, it's Macroeconomics, I'm not really sure that's really reading though. I'm studying for a test."

"Already?"

"Yeah, two weeks in class and there's a test."

"Maybe to figure out what you remembered from last year."

"Except it's a first level course, I guess they want to know if any of us knows anything."

"Well, don't let me keep you from studying."

"Thanks. Just holler if you need anything."

Over the next hour, I worked my way through the bowl of mixed nuts and finished off several beers. I guess I was starting my fourth beer when a young man walked in, looked around the bar as if searching for someone and then walked back out into the hotel lobby. He was gone for a few minutes and then wandered back into the bar taking a seat about midway between me and the bartender.

The bartender glanced up from his book and then said, "Oh hey Yuki, you meeting someone?"

"Yeah, a Ms. Lombard. You see any unattached ladies around?"

"No, just one customer tonight," he said, nodding in my direction. "Can I get you something Yuki"

The young man looked over at me, nodded in greeting and then turned back to the bartender, "Yeah, let me have Sam Adams." He then looked up at me, smiled and reached out his hand, "I'm Yuki Watanabe, you're new here aren't you?"

"I'm here on business, from Houston," I replied taking his hand and returning the firm handshake.

Pointing to the seat between us he asked, "Do you mind?"

I shook my head, "No," then slid the nearly empty bowl of mixed nuts between us. "Not many left here, but you're welcome."

The bartender handed Yuki his beer and then took his jar of nuts and refilled our bowl. Yuki looked up at the bartender and asked, "You still studying Jack?"

"Yeah, this Macroeconomics..."

"Hey, hey, don't you go cussing at me. Go back over there and study your books." He then looked over to me and asked, "You're on business, what do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Oh no... I'm in construction, I'm out to visit a project site."

"The new prison expansion?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Well, let me buy you a beer, that place has needed some work for years. Jack, Jack before you sit down, bring Mister...," he looked at me.

"Jensen, Allen Jensen."

"Bring Mister Jensen another beer please."

The bartender looked warily at me, so I held up my room key and said, "It's okay, I'm not driving. I'm in for the night."

"Okay, because you are a guest here. You can't be too careful these days," he said as he handed me the beer.

I nodded and said, "I understand, and I'm okay."

He ran his hand up through his long, blonde hair and walked back to his place at the end of the bar. I couldn't help but think he seemed a bit out of place, I pictured him serving drinks at a beach bar somewhere in Southern California or Mexico, not dressed in a tux handing beers to drunken businessmen.

Looking back to the young, and short man sitting next to me, I asked, "Yuki, what do you do for a living?"

He looked at me, with an odd look on his face, as if he was trying to figure me out. He dark brown eyes were wide open, as if he were being charged by a bull or something. His black eyebrows twitched as he turned his head downward and then looked up at me through his blonde dyed bangs. "Ah... it's kind of hard to describe. I'm kind of in the personal entertainment business."

I smiled and said jokingly, "A gigolo are you?"

He sat upright, scraped the palm of his hand over the short black hair on the top of his head and said, "Well, not really>"

"I was just kidding."

"Look, let's go sit at a table," he said, grabbing his beer, the bowl of nuts and nodding to a nearby table.

I got up slowly and followed him to the table. Carefully pulling back a chair I sat and waited for the room to stop spinning. "Why the table Yuki?"

"It's just cozier, Allen. Anyway, what I do... Okay, okay, let me describe. Say, you're the father of a young lady, a virgin young lady, right."

I nodded, wondering where he was going with this.

"Well, you would hire me to go out with your daughter and ah... well, make a woman of her."

"You'd do what to my daughter?"

"I'd take her virginity."

I stood up and reached for his collar, "Why I ought to kick your ass. You'd do that to my daughter."

"Allen, Allen, calm down... I'd only do what you wanted me to do."

"But what man would want... what man would hire you?"

"Allen, look at it this way. Think about your first time. You remember?"

I paused, letting my mind flow back to the time on the Florida beach, the wild exciting fumbling that seemed to end almost before it started. "I remember," I said.

"What was it like?"

"Well, I'd met this girl, no woman. I was just 18, like by about two days and the woman... she was a junior at Vanderbilt. I was on Spring Break with two friends and we ran into a couple of girls down with their parents. One of the guys in our group hit it off with the younger sister, while another, the most talkative and my best friend, made off with the 21 year old. I was kind of odd man out.

"Anyway, I was left to fend for myself over the next few nights as I heard of the wanton sexual escapades of my best friend and this woman. I did run into a local girl who I went swimming with a few times, I also met her biker boyfriend, so our swimming was just swimming.

"On our last night there, we got a couple six packs of beer and my best friend got wasted and fell asleep. When my other friend and the woman's sister went out to walk on the beach, I was left playing Monopoly with..."

"What's her name, surely you remember...," Yuki began.

"Ellen," I interrupted. "I was playing Monopoly with Ellen. Understanding the possibilities, yet afraid to make any kind of move, I just went on playing, except, when she asked me to get her a beer, the tent in my pants gave me away.

"I handed her a beer and sat down on a chair, hoping she somehow missed noticing my erection. Well, she put down the beer, sat down in my lap and began kissing me. Well hell, up to that time I hadn't even touched a woman's breast before and suddenly, here she is in my lap, completely mine to touch wherever.

"Immediately moving my hands to her breasts, I mostly felt her nipples since her breasts were very small. After a few minutes of me feeling her up through her blouse, we decided to out into the dunes just in case her sister returned with my friend.

"We walked up into the dunes and headed a ways off of the main trail. She took off my jacket, placed in on the sand and then removed her pants. Sitting down on the jacket, she motioned to me and I dropped my pants to my ankles. I kneeled down and then leaned over on top of her while running a hand up her blouse. Without much breast to grab onto, I toyed with her nipples a bit and then let her guide my cock into her pussy.

"It slipped in with incredible ease and I was a bit surprised that it wasn't a tighter fit around me. I mean it felt good and all, and I came in an instant, but I was just surprised there wasn't more to the feeling. Anyway, after I came, I continued thrusting into her and though my cock softened some, it stayed hard enough for her to come. At least I think she came.

"In a few minutes she got up, pulled on my jacket, flinching when feeling the wet spot at her neck and we headed back to the motel room. She found spray bottle of my Aqua Velva cologne and sprayed it on the jacket. Whenever I catch a whiff of Aqua Velva Ice Blue I think of her."

"That sounds like an incredible time," Yuki said. "I mean with an older woman and all, not many guys are as lucky as you. But listen, imagine what it might have been like with Ellen if you two could have gotten a motel room for just the two of you. And then, instead of rushing everything like you did a the beach, you got to spend some time with her, letting her do other things to you, devoting herself entirely to her."

"Well, yeah," I replied, "that would have been better."

"Have you ever been with a woman for her first time?"

"Yes, a girlfriend, later she became my wife."

"Can you tell me about it some?"

"Well, we were in the front seat of a car, parked in a small dirt road, surrounded by trees."

"And what happened?" he asked.

"Well, we had been holding off doing too much. I mean she would jack me off and I'd finger her some. She came fairly easily, so I could often bring her off that way. We'd done a little bit of oral sex, but only occasionally."

"And this time?"

"Well, she had worn a dress with no stockings, so we could get her panties off easily. I had been going down on her and then I moved so she could jack me off and well, I moved it into position and she just guided me into her pussy. Without discussion or anything, I was suddenly inside her.

"Well, I pushed into her just a few times and was about to come, so I pulled out and came all in her pubic hair and on her pussy lips. We took a few minutes to clean up and then she put her panties back on. And it was over."

"No offense, but that was not very romantic for her, was it?"

"No, I basically got what I wanted and it was over."

"When did you finally get to do it right, I mean, really make love?"

"Wow, like maybe six months or a year later."

"Now, how much nicer would it have been for her, for any woman if it was different. I mean it's different for them anyway. So much is made out of a woman's virginity... I mean for us guys we shove it anywhere and we come and it's great. But for them it's different. It's a big step... and can be traumatic if something goes wrong.

"Now, what if someone, like me, a personable guy, I'm small, unassuming, non-intimidating, small..."

"You said small already," I interrupted.

"I meant to say small twice, not only am I small in stature, but, well, I am only slightly endowed. Physically, I am much easier for the woman to take."

"So, you have made it your job to be charming, romantic and basically small enough..."

"So that the woman not only gets through the loss of virginity physically, but also emotionally fulfilled. I've studied psychology, physiology, and sociology so I have some idea what is happening to the women. I also devote myself to their pleasure, withholding my own gratification until after they have been pleased."

"But you do come?' "Yes, it's part of it all for them, once I am sure their needs are met, I let them see that they turn me on. Again, trying to give them the confidence in themselves I show them that they are sexy."

"Okay, okay, so they have this wonderful time with you, what happens when they go out with the average guy whose idea of romance is a quick fuck in a closet somewhere?"

"Well hopefully they will realize there is something much better and won't settle for just anything. And I am the first to admit, sometimes the situation can get uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Some of the time I'll be hired for a woman who, either because of physical or emotional problems think of themselves as unlovable. Obese or unattractive women, or maybe a woman with very low self esteem will want more from me, become emotionally involved."

"I have to remain resolved and aloof. It gets tough, I mean you spend a wonderfully romantic evening with a woman, you share the most intimate moments she has spent in her entire life and then you kiss her goodbye and never see her again."

"That sounds brutal."

"Well, it's better than flopping her in the back seat of a car, shoving your cock in until you come and then dumping them the first chance you get."

"How young are most of the girls you "attend?"

"Most are young, but I have to require they are at least eighteen years old. Back in Japan it's not as rigid as far as age goes, but here they must be eighteen."

"And you still find plenty of virgins at that age?"

"Yes, you'd be surprised. Of course you'd be surprised how many "virgins" come to me who are not virgins. Some of the fathers will hire me as a means of finding out if their daughters are really virgins. I really can only reply on the state of the hymen, but the girls will often tell me of their previous experience.

"And many true virgins may have the hymen already stretched or broken, either in masturbatory play or in accidents. But I can often tell, just by their reaction. I will report to the father only if he specifically asks before hand."

"I don't know, I mean, you seem like a nice guy, but I'm not sure I'd hire someone..."

"Yeah, I understand. Oh, excuse me, I think the lady has arrived."

I watched him walk out to the lobby and then take the hand of an attractive, but a bit heavy young lady. He bowed and then kissed her hand before leading her toward the restaurant.

I got up and headed back to the bar to settle my tab. As the bartender was running my credit card I said, "How about that Yuki?"

"What do you mean?"

"What he does for a living?'

"Did he hit you with that whole Virgin Slayer story?"

"Well, he said he romanced virgin..."

"Man don't believe that shit, he's just your average letch out to bang anything he can get."

"But he seemed so..."

"Convincing? Yeah, he's a hell of a story teller. Here's your receipt, have a nice evening."

"Yeah, thanks," I answered, writing down a handsome tip and signing the slip. I tucked my copy in my pocket and headed into the lobby.

Yuki and the young woman were just being seated in the restaurant. I turned to head to the elevator and noticed an older gentleman watching Yuki and the woman. Looking closer at the man I couldn't help but notice how much he looked like the woman eating with Yuki.

After a moment watching the man nervously watch the couple in the restaurant, I went over to the elevator and walked in through the open doors. Hitting the number eight on the controls, I pulled out my wallet and looked at a picture of my teenage daughter. I had to wonder what type of world I was turning her loose into.

The elevator stopped at my floor and I stepped into the lobby. Putting my wallet away, I headed for my room and the phone. I had a hell of a story to tell my wife.