LAST CUBA LIBRE

CLAUDIO

It's four in the morning and I'm back at the table with those trendy friends of Leos' girlfriend. Alan, the Rasta who was flirting with Jessica, is back and he's telling a guy with a bandana and a Guru t-shirt about the atomic blow job that – if you believe him – Jessica gave him a little while ago.Anyway there's one thing I must say: they really play shitty music in this place. It's like being at a Lion's Club party, fuck it! I wonder how come it's always heaving. Now the vocalist has put Kylie Minogue's I believe in you on and he's shouting into the microphone – "ADRENALINE! ADRENALINE! THE NIGHT ROCKS WITH ADRENALINE! – and I go to the bar for another Gin Fizz with plenty of gin.The barman chills the shaker, pours lemon juice, sugar and gin, shakes it energetically and filters it into the tumbler, adding soda and decorating the glass with a slice of lemon.Ten minutes later I leave the club buttoning my Valentino coat. I climb into the Maserati, leave the car park and drive along the Via Emilia towards Parma. About twenty minutes later I turn into the forecourt in front of Orbita; above the entrance the sign with a stylised Jessica Rabbit is flashing weakly.I pay for my voucher at the cash desk and enter this sort of lounge with couches, blue neon lighting, dance poles and half a dozen girls in bra and pants – some without a bra – who are chatting quietly together and with some middle-aged man in jacket and tie.I walk towards the long steel counter and wink at Tania, last week's brunette, listening to the notes of Sunrise by Duran Duran coming from the amplifiers along the walls of the big rectangular room. Tania lifts her chin and flicks out her tongue, simulating a sort of aerial fellatio that excites me, although this evening I'd rather change girl.I use my voucher immediately and order an Orbita, a cocktail based on Pernod. The barman pours 4/5 Pernod and 1/5 yellow chartreuse into the shaker and shakes it with lots of ice cubes, then he serves the drink in a low chalice with a cherry and I take a sip while looking round at the girls – they are almost all from Eastern Europe – walking up and down in high heels.I glance at a blonde with big tits. She comes over immediately and starts stroking my chest."What's your name?" I ask."Irina," she answers, while I blatantly ogle her tits bursting out of a very small black bra."Shall we sit down?" she says nodding at a table near a pole dancer who is jiggling listlessly. "Alright," I say and she hangs onto my arm as we move towards the table.When I sit down she sits on my knee and I can feel my hard on. I know the procedure and when the waiter arrives, I pay 20 euro for a 'drink' which means a quarter of an hour of negligent, superficial conversation during which I do nothing other than stare at her tits.The waiter brings her a glass of sparkling wine."Are the shows over?" I ask, referring to the strip-teases, while she wraps one arm round my neck and strokes my thigh."Yes," says Irina, "but we can go into one of the rooms for private shows, if you want.""Why not?" I say. I notice that she has two beautiful bee-stung lips and I put my hand on her bare thigh.I finish my cocktail and Irina puts her glass of sparkling wine, still practically full on the table. She stands up, takes me by the hand and leads me towards a little room at the back of the bar. I find myself in a small room lined with hardboard panels painted blue and weakly lit by a blue neon on the ceiling. The furnishings consist of a low painted table and a corner couch, dotted with cigarette burns."Pay first," says Irina sitting on the couch and holding out her hand, palm upwards."How much?""100 euro."I push my hand into my pocket, take out the roll of notes in a silver bill clip and slip out a hundred. I give it to Irina, then I light up a cigarette, lean back on the couch and nod at her to begin.Irina closes the door and places the money in a little bum-bag that she puts down on the table, then she stands in front of me, opens her legs and undoes her bra. Free from the restriction of the garment, her tits stand out without flopping, which makes me think the surgeon's knife has had a hand in them. She lowers her thong and takes it off, standing first on one leg, then on the other, revealing a thin strip of ash blonde fur, shaved at the sides. She's only wearing her high heel shoes now, and she massages her boobs as Lenny Kravitz's California reaches our ears at low volume. Then she comes closer, lifts one leg, places the heel of her shoe on the back of the couch and puts her cunt about two inches from my face, which should excite me, but it doesn't, so I stay there blowing smoke from my mouth, looking bored. She lies down on the remainder of the couch and opens her thighs, she puts the lit cigarette between the lips of her cunt with her legs in the air and this doesn't excite me either.Irina stares at me and does weird things with her tongue. After a while she takes the cigarette out of her fanny and gives it back to me and I decide not to smoke it and it put it out in the ashtray on the table. She starts massaging her tits again – although a better word would be kneading – and I stand up, put my hand in my pocket, taking out the roll of banknotes, I peel off three hundreds, hold them out to her and ask, "Is that enough?"Irina nods, a bit surprised, while I undo my belt and lower my boxers and sign to her to get on with it. She puts away the money and rummages in the bum-bag until she finds a condom, she opens it, puts it in her mouth rolled up and kneels on the floor in front of me, skilfully she unrolls the condom onto my prick as she takes me into her mouth. She starts sucking and caressing the rubber with rapid and decisive movements of her tongue. She's good, but after a while I get fed up and I say, "I can't feel anything, take the condom off.""No, it's not possible," protests Irina. "Without condom not possible."I sigh deeply and take out the roll of banknotes again, peeling off two more hundreds, I let them fall on the floor. Irina looks at them, then she slowly peels the rubber from the stick and starts where she had left off, and let me tell you... it was quite a different story.Irina raises herself, arches her back and puts my prick between her tits, kneading them with circular movements of her hands and I let her do it until, when I am about to faint, I say, "I want to blow all over your face."Irina has no objections – I can believe it with all the money I've given her – she puts her face near my prick, wraps her fingers round the shaft and starts to wank it really fast. Suddenly she realises that I'm about to come, she shuts her eyes and mouth and finally when I come she takes the hot sperm on her lips, cheeks and chin, while I pant with my eyes fixed on her as she continues to wank me until I tell her to stop because I can feel an annoying sting in my cock. Irina takes a tissue out of her bum-bag with the hand she hasn't used and cleans her face, throwing the tissue into the waste bin. Then she picks up the banknotes from the floor and stands up. I pull up my boxers and jeans in a hurry and say, "It was a pleasure." Then I open the door and leave the nightclub glancing at my Rolex. I put one hand to my temple: its five o'clock, this evening I pissed away 600 euro and tomorrow morning I have a lesson at nine o'clock.