title: Night Nurse
author: Evans, Crystal
description: The club reeked of incense that killed the smell of weed, fuck and liquor. It was a rundown building in the midst of Kingston, on the back road where respectable men took their Downtown Girlfriends and came for the occasional ghetto slam. Men would be seen filing in and out of the club twenty four hours like an ATM and the Go-Go’s came out in full swing to get some air in the daylight.
  It was a sight to behold, variety on top of variety of bodies from scrawny to mampy, every flavor of the week, different sizes and shapes for every male folk. This was not Fiction or Usain Bolts Tracks and Records, you did not need any status to be admitted to this makeshift sex shop. The cheap carpet had more holes in it than a test picture at a gun range, the sofas were scuffed with weed and cigarette burnt and the stools had seen more sexcapades than a porn director.
  You see Apple understood the basic needs of men, she had learnt that valuable lesson year ago in the most horrific incident. She played a straightforward game. She was not looking a ring, she delivered a volcanic adventure. Men understood that she would relieve them of their money for a joyride on her roller coaster back room hotel, it wasn't the Hilton but it cost less and a man was cocksure that he would get his money's worth than bringing some chick a Five Star who had thirty second thoughts about giving up the coochie. He need not court her or play any games, if he had money, then he was a fair play.
  Apple was not breaking families up, she satisfied the sexual fantasies of men who went home to their wives and made love missionary style after asking her to lick their asses. If anything a Go-Go did wives a favor, a smart woman would know that it is better a man hang out at a strip joint than an apartment with his mistress. She was cheaper and wifey did not have to worry about any strings being attached. Her man got his extramarital freak on without the attendant complication of another relationship with the expenses.
  Women didn't get it why men loved sluts like Apple! Apple didn't pretend and she didn't need any coaxing or cajoling, she knew what a man wanted, pussy first then woman and character after. You see that's why a man will cheat on his prima Donna uptown wife with a low down dirty girl like her because try as much as Ms. Prim and Proper wanted, she could never inflate her man's ego or distend his cock as fast as Apple could with only a flash of a wet finger.
  Apple could get any man in the mood by flashing her Bronze Brazilian butt but couldn't stand women who acted like men weren't underneath it all just looking for a good fuck. Apple didn't have a degree or some glamorous career but when she stepped out in her six inch heels, painted face, leopard print underwear, all sparkly and glittery she knew came pretty close to every Jamaican male fantasy.
  The average girl did not know how stimulating red lipstick could be on a man's libido. Men like women who looked like the ones on TV, Apple same close to TV perfect. She knew this even when she had visited her first boyfriend house and hollered his name out, only to have his mother prance onto the verandah and enquired if she didn’t have any “piss pot” down a her yard fe go wash.  Apple was crushed and repaid her mother in law by having her husband licked Apple’s pussy a day after her period trickled off.