It was twelve noon, near the centre of Athens. Grey clouds covered the usually sunny sky and the softly blowing hot wind revealed the dirt of the unclean city streets.
A young man, near thirty, tall and thin, with dark piercing eyes, a rough unshaven face and black long hair could be seen walking in the distance. Adonis was the name he used to call himself and the brothel area of the city was his destination. His mission; just to have a good time.
Life was hard, these times in Greece, and one couldn’t hope for too much. Economic austerity and unemployment meant that a lot of young people, including potential female mates, had left abroad for a better future. All these elements made it difficult for Adonis to find a serious relationship with the opposite sex. So he relied on the company of prostitutes to find relief.
On his way, he saw the Greek parliament. He knew that there would be a protest running there that day. A protest against the new government measures that would literally suck peoples’ salaries and pensions.
Adonis noticed the faces in the crowd. Angry, enraged citizens.
“Down with the government! Down with the government!” many of them shouted, almost screaming from their rage. Almost as if they wanted to fuck as well.
This was old news for him. He’d been there before, trying to raise his voice against the government. It didn’t work, the protests always ended in crushing defeat for the protesters. So he found a different way out.
Passing through the protest, it took Adonis near ten minutes to arrive at the brothels. He observed the area around him. Old buildings were everywhere, reminiscent of the fifties, an era long since passed. But apart from that, there was nothing strange.
Then suddenly, he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman, a voice that would sound like an ass's bray to the inexperienced mind.
Fat, one-eyed and dressed with rags that could hardly cover her bouncingly big bum, she sold potatoes packed in bags that weighted ten kilos each.
“Two euros the bug, it is two euros tha bug!” she yelled her accent revealing her illiteracy.
Of course, Adonis didn’t want to taste potatoes that day but meat. Raw meat. So he decided to take his walk around the brothels for that day. He entered the first brothel he found.
Inside, many men waited to see the girls. It wouldn’t be surprising if all of them escaped from the protest only to go and fuck – or at least take a cheap peek and be inspired for the protest.
Adonis slumped on an empty couch and observed the entrance hall.
It looked beautifully decorated, with lots of posters stuck on the walls; posters from porn advertisements. Passion and pleasure seeping through the girls’ faces. The walls were also decorated with hearts made from cardboard.
'Romance with passion,' Adonis thought. 'Perfect combination!'
His dick became at least a thousand times stiffer than the cardboard hearts and like a dial indicator, it reached the top of the dial of his pants. Appearing to have the same experience with Adonis, the rest of the guys boiled with anticipation for the sight to be seen.
The madam of the brothel came into the entrance hall, bouncing like a bunny. A bunny that weighted a hundred kilos.
“My girl does doggy style, rides you on top and also does missionary,” she proudly said.
Adonis thought that even though very common, the options appeared appealing.
Then the madam added, “And to spice it all up people, anal is back on the menu!”
That made Adonis disgusted slightly. “Anal?” he muttered. “Couldn’t she find a better word to describe this... act?”
“And now, I introduce to you my little star, Patty!”
Suddenly the ground shook and a whale flooded the room with her presence. She wore only a whore's string, but deceptive to the eye, she appeared to be completely naked due to the excess belly fat covering her pubic area.
All of the guys were completely turned off by the sight and started to leave.
However, Adonis involuntarily reacted differently. He became surprised, and his cock instead of losing its erection, jerked upwards, pulling his pubic hair to the point of tearing.
“Ahhhhh!” he screamed, the sound of his voice blending a tone of pain and pleasure.
Unfortunately, that drew the attention of the fat gal who crawled near him.
“Is there something wrong, skinny boy?” she asked with her swollen lardy red lips.
“Oh – no – no!” Adonis hastily replied.
“Do you want to take me?” the girl asked and started to rub on Adonis' legs.
Everybody had left and Adonis kept seeking for a way to escape; urgently! He tried to get up but it was impossible. The beast had already sat on top of him.
“Let me go!” he exhaled heavily, his body almost disappearing beneath her. He felt that in a few seconds he would pop inside her pussy. Would her fat vagina become his new home for the remainder of his life?
What would happen? Don’t miss the next epis. . . no, just joking, here is what happened next:
“No, my little honey, you won’t leave!” said Patty. “I saw your terror from my immense beauty! I’ll calm you down!”
An idea came to Adonis’ mind, “But I’m not terrified...” he groaned as his balls were being squashed inside his tightened up from pressure jeans.
“Then why did you scream before baby?”
“I came.”
“Then it’s twenty euros please.”
With a desperately ultimate pull, Adonis managed to slip underneath the enormous lady.
As if all the oceans of the world dried out, the girl dropped down like an orca abruptly taken from her medium of existence. Splash! Under no circumstances would Adonis pay for something he didn’t do. He walked towards the exit.
“What a cretin!” the madam glowered as Adonis closed the door. “He cannot appreciate your boo... eh, beauty my dear.”
Adonis concluded that misinformation was not an art mastered by the media alone.
He found himself again in the city streets and continued his market research. Entering a brothel he used to ignore in the past, Adonis thought, 'Maybe there is a hidden treasure here.'
The entrance hall was kept clean and a subtle aroma like daffodils filled the atmosphere. It smelled nice. The madam arrived and she announced the girls’ available positions. Thankfully, she didn’t mention anything about anal. Thankfully.
She shouted for a girl to enter the room, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Jeeessyyy. . .” she sang in a sweet tone that hid a subterranean threat.
Jessy didn’t appear yet.
“HEY!” the madam barked. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING? WE HAVE CUSTOMERS!”
“I’m almost there,” a dull voice was heard from the bathroom.
“Well, you know...” the madam shrugged, a faint blush giving away her slight embarrassment.
A minute passed and then, the toilet door opened and a beautiful blonde babe came out. However, instead of appearing before the men to appeal to them, she immediately rushed to the kitchen. The toilet door remained open.
Without warning, not even before a ten-second span, a rotten stench filled the room and utterly destroyed the fragrance that passively dominated it.
Cursing, the madam ran to the toilet, and at long last, the sound of the flush and the door slamming was heard to everybody's’ relief.
“You damn bitch!” the madam scolded Jessy. “How many times have I told you to flush? I'm fed up with seeing your crap!”
Then, Jessy entered the room hastily for everybody to see, retaining a fake shitty smile.
Everybody started to leave, keeping a pace that reached the verge of jogging. Adonis was halfway down the stairs, before hearing the madam say, “Hey, don’t leave you guys! She also does anal!”
The guy next to Adonis bent down and threw up like a sewer. He emptied the bean soup and the intestines he ate before, almost intact.
“Damn tripe shop!” he jabbed coughing. “What business did I have to go there? That owner must have fed me monkey guts instead of lamb!”
The stair flooded from a stream of vomit. Thankfully Adonis reacted on time and got out of there before drowning under a swampy Nile. At long last, he now knew why he instinctively avoided that brothel in the first place.
He continued searching. The clock said one in the afternoon. Adonis felt his stomach contract with emptiness. He was surprised that the previous incident improved his appetite and he wanted something to eat.
He went on the other side of the road and saw the label of a restaurant, “Thomas' Tripe Shop.”
'You don’t convince me, Thomas.' Adonis thought and went on his newfound mission, to fill his belly.
Finally, he found a normal looking grill shop and sat inside. He ordered two pittas with souvlaki and started eating with a voracious appetite, as he had already burnt a lot of calories meandering around the red light district area.
He reflected on his journey so far. 'What was all that with the anal about?' he thought. 'Some new kind of fashion? Everybody giving up their dirty shitholes? What’s up with that?'
Then he felt a bit sorry for the girl named Jessy. But not for the fat whale. She had it coming. The other girl, however, was just a poor soul, exploited by pimps and other assholes. Well, they definitely were the ones that needed to be fucked.
He sighed, 'Is that what the brothels have to offer? Just women that don’t enjoy what they do?' and carried on with the gastronomic plunder.
At that moment, while he was eating, his attention was caught by two sexy babes that sat at the opposite table. One of them was a blonde and the other a brunette. Even though they didn’t dress provocatively, both wearing typically conservative dresses, their expressions looked very lustful, as if they would like to have a cock in their mouth the whole day.
Now, Adonis, on the other hand, feeling more hungry than slutty, simply gave them quick glances while he ate. Bullshit. He actually ogled them like a horny idiot.
The girls also ate pittas. They ate with passion seeping through every move they made. As if the sausages inside the pitta bread were dicks and the sauce hot cum.
'Food for my senses,' Adonis thought, achieving a rock hard erection again. Achievement unlocked, one would say. Or maybe uncocked?
The hungry babes realized that Adonis stared at them and smiled. They grabbed one of the thick pittas and shared it in the eating. The brunette licked the white sauce of the pitta with her tongue and the blonde sucked it from the top, into her mouth.
Smiling in his effort not to wet his pants with thick semen, Adonis rubbed his eyes to distract his primal urges. If he had screamed at that point, he would have indeed emptied his load, no doubt about it.
Upon finishing their delicious meal, the sugar babes walked near the shop owner, who at that point stood behind the desk of the cash register, his arm moving back and forth, a small jerking motion that signified its meaning only by the adjective describing it.
He smiled at them, seeing the renewed cash flow, maybe because he thought that he got rewarded for his wanking. How much better would the world be if everybody made their living that way, I wonder.
