I stared at her doubtfully. By observing my facial expressions, she laughed vulgarly. "You seemed to be so curious, right, Ahu? Relax. If you are getting bored, you may help me in my business until I shut it down for the day."
"Yeah, sure. I will." I shook my shoulder and got involved in her business as she directed.
She lit a cigarette and offered one to me also.
"No. thanks, I don't smoke."
"Don't smoke? Oh, great! Will you drink?
"Yeah, sometimes only."
"Very funny! A man of discipline! No smoking, no drinking, and no fucking business? So you the holy saint will be a strong stallion?"
I simply shook my shoulder.
"Great, then come on and help me in my business to deal with some bloody fuckers who don't have any manners."
"Yeah, I am happy to assist you. Just let me know, how I can help you."
"The persons coming here to buy our products are the customers, and we the sellers are the bloody cheaters to cheat them. That is the basic principle of the business. Every business is a kind of cheating. You got what I mean? You are a business executive, so you should know the fundamental theory of the business. What is the fundamental theory of the business?"
"Market the business well and sell it?"
"Yes, marketing means cheating, fascinating customers with lies and fake promises, then selling. This is the process that what we call business, right?"
"Yes."
"In every deal, this is what happens. Why business is a kind of cheating, because, no customers are getting fully satisfied with any deal, and no deals are fully trustable. This is the world of cheating. We live here to cheat and to be cheated. No holiness here, the so-called holiness is an illusion only."
"You are a philosopher."
"The tragedy and the troubles of this fucking life will make us a philosopher. So everyone is a philosopher here. If we think about the complicated life that we have been living, of course, we all will be thinkers finding the theories and ideologies of everything."
One customer came and she asked me to deal with him.
I welcomed him in an executive manner and showed him some novels. He didn't show any interest. Then she took an erotic novel and showed it. He bought the book and happily left.
Queen turned her face, and without any mercy or manners, she shouted to her salve.
"You sucker, need to understand the customer before presenting a business. Every man is a world of different ideologies and interests that fight with other people. God the Almighty has created this world with these types of fun, different opinions, and different tastes, to make our life complicated. That is why we are fighting, loving, cheating, etc., with each other to fulfill our endless ambitions to possess a happy life. But in reality, we the fools are doing all of these things for nothing, because, in the end, we don't get anything other than a coffin, right?"
"Yes, you are right, at the end, we are the owners of a coffin only."
"That means all the troubles that we have been getting and doing is for this coffin?"
"Yes, we can say that."
"So don't think that life is a serious thing that needs to be cared for much by sacrificing our desires. It is only a game and we are the players in the game, only the players. If we realize this fact, there will be no pressure and trouble in our life and it will be peaceful. But rather than this, we the greedy creatures have been blindly running behind thousands of bloody stupid dreams to make an empire of happiness, but nothing happens. There is no such empire of happiness in this world. The more you run for happiness, the more problems keep coming. Happiness is like lightning, just flashing and disappearing. So do we need to be more curious about life or just consider it a fun game?"
"Yes, though life is a game, need to play hard to win. Otherwise will be a loser."
"While playing to win, need to remember one fact, everybody can't be the winner in the game. Understand this fact and play. If so, you will be happy, or you will be a victim of life."
"Yeah, let us play the game like that."
"Like a poet lives in his dreams of illusion, live without fear. Life shouldn't be a fear. If you can live without fear, you are the hero of life."
I felt the principal she said is right. Fear is the enemy of life, it gives us all the troubles.
Customers came and the business continued well in her fascination to cheat, which she called the business.
My visit to Paris was intended to attend an important business meeting. I had a series of issues to negotiate before signing the contract of a multi-million dollar deal. The company assigned me to carry out this task and sent me to Paris for the meeting. But now, things have changed. Forgetting this crucial task, now I have been negotiating with a chick to nibble the lust.
My burning mind asked me so many questions.
"My dear, what are you doing now? You are not on a pleasure trip. You are on a business mission to finalize a deal. And, what are you doing now? Preparing for tomorrow's meeting? Analyzing the points to discuss? Finding tactics to achieve a better deal? Discussing the subject with the consultant or getting thrilled with a street chick by pledging your personality and position being a senior executive of an American company that has a yearly turnover of 400 million US dollars? Yes, that is what you have been doing now, the senior executive of Berfin Associate, now assisting a footpath vendor, a nasty chick, selling used books on the street! For what, you do this fun, to enjoy a street chick? What funny lust is this? Are you mad to be a fool like this? You the rascal are forgetting the reality going to perish soon. Your family, your dignity, your profession, everything will be ruined by this fun ….!'
My thoughts grew up like that. I became distracted and made a sigh.
My mind struggled and asked me to quit the spot. But I couldn't do that.
A force, the thrills that spread over the veins, stopped me. Unhelpfully I surrendered in front of it, the force of lust.
I realized I can't escape from the magnetic field of the lust that she created around me. Now, I am bonded with her. My thrilling mind was anxiously waiting for those moments of pleasure that she offered.
I became her servant and started to work for her as she directed. Some of the passing pedestrians interestingly watched that fun, the roadshow of an executive selling used books on the street. Their facial expressions revealed that they could see a fool on the street that is more pathetic than a beggar.
'Yes, that is what I am now.' I whispered. But the lust that motivated me neglected all of these thoughts and gave me more thrills of the game.
While spending time there, I notice her smartness to deal with customers. She was a cunning chick to catch customers. Observing the age and nature of the customer, she introduced books on different subjects, mainly books related to sex and nudity.
With a fascinating approach and gestures, she could attract customers quickly.
'She is a good marketing genius.' I said to myself. 'She can sell anything including this planet also.'
A senior man came. She took one book for him.
"Sir, this is the book of Osho. Definitely, you will like it, a book related to free sex."
"Oh?" He smiled. "But sex is not my friend now. I am an old warrior having no ammunition to fire."
"Then I will show the book of Turkish lust for those who want to sleep." She picked up another book.
"Don't you have anything other than sex and lust?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I have all sorts of books. But I want to make people happy. Sex is a pleasure that makes people happy. I am a Parisian. Paris is the home of fun and pleasure." She smiled.
The old man showed no interest. Then she changed tactics and picked up an old magazine of nude chicks.
"This is an art of love. How is this?" She opened the magazine and showed some nude photos of the chicks of Paris. "These are the virgins of Paris." She turned the pages and pointed to one. "Look at this flower. Do you know who this is?"
He took the magazine from her hand and watched it. "This is you..?"
"Yes, I am. How is my cherry?" She showed her half-nude photo.
I also watched it well. While watching, I found her fleshy fruits calling me wildly.
The old man watched it full of enthusiasm, happiness shined on his face.
"It is pretty good." He looked at her tits in the photo and peeped at her melons too.
"You like it?"
"Yes, everybody will like this." He smiled.
"Take it, 20 euros only." She stretched her hand.
"Yeah, I like your photo, very charming look. But it is only half. Do you have full?" He smiled.
"Full? Yes, I have. But, if I show it, will your dick be able to make a salute of honor?" her male voice came out loudly.
"Sorry, I don't mean that." The old man feared and apologized.
"I don't mean as well." She smiled. "Please Pay 20 euros and take it."
The old man immediately paid the money and left the spot.
"Oh my God," She shouted. "What nasty creatures are these? Every male is roaming around the woman to eat her alive. All of these fuckers are thirsty to suck her blood; nobody is exempted from this wild hunt..! All the holy rascals including the genius, non-genius, teenager, youth, old, priest, philosopher, etc., etc… are greedily coming behind us to eat alive! Without any mercy, without any manners..! Oh my God, the lord of the universe, why did you create us with the beauty of lust? Now we are in trouble….! These nasty fuckers are not letting us live peacefully."
The passing pedestrians noticed her statement to God and stared at me. I showed them some funny gestures like a clown in the circus.
I am ashamed of serving that dirty chick who doesn't have any manners or politeness. But I am the one who hears the call of her jiggling boobs and was not able to get out of the trap.
"You dick, go and get me a coffee from the café over there." The angry queen gave me the order to bring a coffee for her from the nearby café.
I looked at her because that voice irritated me. But, as per the game rule, I have no right to question or disobey the queen when she gives orders.
"Go and get it fast." She shouted.
Silently I walked to the café to carry out the order.
"Are you going for a relaxing walk or doing a job? Idiot, come on quickly." Her rude voice came behind me like a lashing.
I made a sigh, suffering the insult.
'Do I need to suffer all of these shits to nibble this chick?' Again I asked myself.
"Yes, you have to suffer it." Replied the devil lives inside me. "Because, you are on a game, the fun of Satan in which you have pledged yourself. You have to suffer more than this to taste her, you have to sacrifice all of your values to enjoy this fun, you have to wear the crown of thorns to kiss her melon and you have to carry the cross of torture to explore her valley of lust."
That was the fact, that, I have to suffer all of her mockeries to be a player in the game.
When I think about all of these troubles, my mood reaches its height. I wished to take her into her tiny bookstall and eat alive.
With the aroused mood of lust, I ran to the café like a hound and brought coffee quickly to make her happy.
While drinking the coffee she asked me. "Don't you want to drink coffee?"
"No, not now. Thank you"
"Ok, then eat something. I can offer you a delicious thing?"
"What?" Anxiously I asked.
"My lovely lips, that having the delicious taste of the lust. It is so sweet like a date."
"Yeah, I am the hound waiting for that." Silently I said.
That time a customer came and asked for a book. I gave it quickly.
He looked at the book and became angry. He snarled at me.
"Dude, this is a book on pregnancy. I asked you for a novel, The Dirty Nights, don't you have this?" unhappily he put the book down.
"Yes sir, we have." She quickly gave the book to the customer and shouted at me in front of him. "Idiot, you the dick don't know anything other than fucking. First, listen to the customer clearly and patiently before you act."
I took a deep breath of distraction and closed my eyes for a few moments to be relaxed.
I said to myself, 'I am the gentleman, the manager and the commander directing 165 staff of a world-leading company is enjoying the nasty insult of a street chick in Paris. For what I have been suffering all of these renunciations?'
I didn't have an answer other than the fascinating smell of a filthy street girl.
'This is a bloody game to lose everything.' My mind whispered. 'I will perish in this gambling. While I was thinking and searching for a way to escape, her cold and soft hand touched my neck like a lover.
"Don't worry. It is not an insult. It is part of the game. In the game, you are a slave serving the queen of lust. I am the queen." She paused, for a while, and showed some funny gestures on her face and continued. "Becoming a slave in the sex game is fun, you know that? When you become a sex slave by suffering all mockeries and insults from the chick whom you serving, you will get an enormous pleasure which you will not get from the bloody silent sex taking place in the hut of the darkness. Being your queen, I will let you know that heavenly pleasure of the lust by my voice and actions."
"I don't want to be a slave for a bloody sex game."
"Baby, this is the strict rule of the game. You are the slave serving the queen unconditionally, not a holy Papa to be honored. If you don't want to play, then you can quit and go somewhere to fulfill your desire. You can find street hookers selling lust. Go and fuck them. This is a game, so the approach will be different. I am not a call girl making you happy as you direct. For me, sex is an art that needs to be studied and explored deeply. I have been doing this study by observing all aspects of this emotion which makes people happy, sad, and mad. I will treat you in different ways, soft & hard to let you know the real beauty of the wild lust."
She cleared the subject that I am a sex slave in the game and need to suffer anything as she decides.
"Is that clear? In the game, you should be ready to take my orders which will be anything? Just hear it and obey. That's all. I am your queen, and you are the slave serving me."
Her theory about becoming a slave in a sex game stimulated me and it seemed to be funny. So I forgot everything and tried to understand my position in the game and became ready to play. I considered her as my queen, the queen of lust.