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At those days Humik had an athletic body structure, like A Hollywood’s Star: He was of average height, and had strong and developed arms’ muscles, strong straight legs- and tough chin, that was rare for his age. His head was having thick black hair, and his mustache was neither thick nor narrow, unlike the two horrible dictators of the 20th century. Because of the said qualities, many young girls who had met him in the street – or on the bench, while waiting for the registratoin to the course of ‘Ads & Promotion for Entertainment and Artists’, were quite curious and attracted to have a look at him.

  They almost forced him to pay attention to their desiring eyes and protruding chests and beaming faces and silky skins. They also heard his nice voice, while talking, and hearing his accent- they knew he had not been a born American. Perhaps that had made him even a ‘more precious’ kind of persona …

  One of these girls was over twenty years of age, with plenty satine hairs falling on her back, grey yellow green eyes and a Mona Liza kind of a smile. She was having snake leather’s shoes without heels, and though it was summer time – her feet were wearing white socks. Her skirt’s color was pink, and her quite open shirt was pink as well, but all that was nothing, comparing to her doll’s face and strawberry lips, that had not been smeared by any lipstick. But to Humik they seemed as pure spring’s water – to quench one’s thirsty soul in a furnaced desert.

  Her name was Raphaella. After she had given his her hand to shake, she told her name and asked him if he had been there for the first time. He said ‘yes’ and she asked for fire to lit her cigarette. He told her he had never smoked, and she waited till he found a guy with a pipe and brought her a burning match.

  …After they had been officially approved to be the Course participants, they walked outside. While being on the sidewalk, Raphaella was giving her hand to Humik. She seemed cautious – not to investigate much about his past or about his so called

  ‘cultural or social fields of interest’. But she began to chat, saying: “Look. I’m a sensitive woman, and my experience had taught me- that I should have much patience in my life. I’m very sportive, and having a strnog heart. My mentality is different from that of a regular woman… I know many guys in town, especially those who practice arts – or are already actors, and theatre or movie directors. Therefore I’m taking this Course.”

  “It’s fascinating,“ he said, “that you affirm all that about yourself. I really wish you success. You are so pretty, that I … ”

  “A guy who has traditional beliefs and enjoys acceptacble ideas- would not like me nor love me”, she said.

  “So, you define yourself as an extraodinary non-conformist, I would say.”

  “Yes.” she said, smiling.

  “Regarding this course, I’m sorry that I take it only now. I had been long living near Hollywood. I could have begun there- to learn something about advrtising and promoting. My Mom was angry about me because of that.”

  “But – didn’t you have any connection with actors or artists in Hollywood? Even not directly, I mean...”

  “No. I am young. My Mom recognizes some actors… I’d left my family, that’s the bare and real truth. I’ve had some misunder--standings with my parents.”

  “I know that kind of problems. From my own life experience…”

  By the way, what are you doing for your living?” she suddenly shot her question. ‘Only now’ – thought Humik – ‘she’s really revealing her interest in me as a living human being. Well.’

  “I have a temporary work. I’m a carrier of tourists’ baggages, working with a friend. He has a cab. It’s a partial work.”

  “Are you paid more than ten Dollars a day?”

  “No,” he said, and suddenly she was looking straight into his eyes and winking with a smile.

  “I have a better work, with a double and more salary” she said,

  “Have you heard about the Peepshow Cellar?”

  “No,” said Humik.

  “Now it’s now quite a respectable but half-secret institute here, in Manhatten. They screen sixteen milimeter blue movies. They are also having natural… colorful special shows… of real fucking practice.”

  ”Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know. I’m less than a month here.”

  “O’key, you can visit it – even now.”

  “Who owns such an institute? The Mafia?”

  “I don’t know, but I know the manager, who’s very sympathetic. Most likely he isn’t directly connected with crime.”

  “I am afraid to work in such a…”

  “Come on, you will be with me. These aren’t gangsters at all.”

  He did not hesitate any more, and walked with Raphaella to the Cellar.

  “I should inspect the conditions there in my own eyes,” he said.

  “Very well,” she said. They continued walking, and she added: “You have to know, that there are many visitors there. It’s a prosperous business. You can earn thirty five bucks per show: That means- an effort of only two or two and half hours.”

  “Unbelievable,” said Humik. He was already glad about the new opportunity, though quite a curious and still doubtful.

  “If you remember,” reckoned Raphaella, “that we’ll pay for that cursed course about five hundred, you can make it quite easily here with me. I earn an equal amount like you. And you know – you remain anonymous in this town. I mean: if you are shy, or feel it’s not so respectable. But we are all here, in NY, like worms, you understand.”

  “I don’t just agree with your last definitions. Let’s leave that.”

  They were kissing along their way and he was very attracted to her tall body and well built breast, and to the pecular color of her eyes. Even the way she was walking – was challenging him, like her way of talking, and her almost-pride in what she was doing.

  “I’m not a whore,” she told him, “don’t think like that about me.”

  ‘I’m attracted by her, and rush after her like a tail after a cat, God,’ he said to himself. ‘I still don’t quite believe … ’

  She pointed on a high building in the avenue.

  “It’s there,’ she said. He was feeling that his cheeks were beaming. ‘I’ve not been shy recently’, he told himself, ‘but it seems I can still be amazed by a woman like young Jewish Raphaella. She has just told me about her dominant father, who’s an Ashkenazy Rabbi. He had tried to prevent her studies in High school. Her mother was more modern – and stayed in contact with her since she has left home. All had been caused by her pedant papa. It had been difficult, yeah… Her brothers were a differnet kind of people. They were ‘Yeshiva’ scholars.

  ‘She is just nice and sincere, telling me all that.’ thought Humik.

  For a moment his heart was over-pounding, because he thought that if his Mom had agreed to send him much more money- and she could afford it – he wouldn’t have made this deal with pretty Raphaella…

  But immediately he stopped thinking about that: They were at the Entrance to the Peepshow Cellar. “It will be an easy job.”-

  promised Raphaella, ”it will permit both of us to have more time for studying.” Though she, Raphaella, may want to go out together and enjoy some entertainment. Yes, for that he’ll need more money, as he will have also to pay a half of the rental cost of Mike’s room.

  “I’ll cause you,” Raphaella interrupted his thoughts, “to get out of the frustration you’ve had from your last girlfriend. You truly admit you were not lying together – Do you?” He nodded.

  Raphaella began to talk with the guard at the gate, and Humik continued to think. ‘Raphaella still does not know my plan to go one day to Israel. Why should I tell her that now? I am sure she is ready for a short type of relationship, just for the Course days. I assume she has changed a lot of mates in her life…

  The guard or ‘Order Keeper’ at the Peepshow Cellar entry recognized Raphaella. He permitted the couple to pass his gate with a smile, saying: ‘Have a good time’. There were colored ads of ‘sexy underground movies‘
on the walls. Getting down on the wide steps leading the cellar, Humik could see black and white pictures of nude girls on the side walls. He and Raphaella were reaching a darkened Hall. They discerned a crowd, standing and pushing forward, while smell of sweating was filling the air. Humik looked right and left and forward, and saw only faces of males, young and middleaged. No old man had been permitted to enter, so he guessed. His girl friend Raphaella saw him staying to look around, and prompted him to push forward.

  Then he saw that men were just standing or slowly walking – and looking at six like-sculpured undressed girls, alive and breathing. They were standing there at the wall, as ancient Greek marble statues. They had not dared to move even for scratching. . But all of a sudden a small gong noise had been heard – and, at once, they all changed their position from looking frontly at the sex starving guys – to a ‘profile position’. Humik surveyed the young women one after the other:

  The first one was a white Aphrodite, the second one- a black Cleopatra, the third- Indian American Montesuma’s daughter, the fourth- simply Mulat, white and black mix; the fifth was a Japanese grabbing a silk-made-fan; the sixth was a Chinese with a rice bowel in hand. All of the lips were colored by lipstick, and their breasts’ buttons had been exaggerately smeared by some paste of Vermallion color. Some were like moaning in an artificial orgasm weak noises, and all had a ‘glass like gaze’, fixing their eyes to a far, unknown target on the ceiling.

  “You know? they should not look straight at you, as direct seducing is prohibited”, said Raphaella, who pulled Humik’s right hand by her left hand. She was leading him now toward a wide gate, to enter a big Hall.

  “The Peepshow room is inside this Hall,” she whispered, “D’You see the pentagon structure there?”

  Humik saw that some people were standing at the closed walls of that special structure.

  “The peepshow has not yet begun”, she reckoned.

  “If so- let me just return to the nudes,” Humik said, “I haven’t seen such a view in my life. Maybe I’ll talk to one. Like negotiate, for fun.”

  “They pretend to behave like shy girls,” she said, “So the regulations order them. You have seen: most men were viewing their bodies – from the head to foot.”

  “I wonder, that guys don’t quarrel about some girl.”

  “You shouldn’t call them girls. Call them: dirties.” Said Raphaella.

  “I discerned that the men were not even touching them, or .. .you know? some want to pinch an ass, but restrain themselves!”

  “Sir,” she said, as they were back there, looking together at the girls, “if you do that – the manager will come with two monster guys and tear you shape. Everything is kept here on order.”

  “I haven’t seen a guy, who would take any of them to a side room, behind the black curtain there. Nor outside, to a hotel or motel room.” He whispered to her.

  “You, wise guy!” she said, “Most males who come here are poor. They don’t earn enough money even to look at the Peepshow. They just come here to that corridor, to have a look of real, nice nude young girls. They are gathering material for masturbating at home. That’s what these misers do.”

  A whispering buzz was suddenly in the air. Somebody pushed Raphaella and asked what was she doing there. The show was only for males, he said. Or is she a new girl, coming to work?

  “If so, put your dress off,” he shouted. Humik pulled her by the hand and they re-entered the Hall with the Pentagon Peepshow room. At that moment the Manager was coming.

  “You know that Fionna has become sick?” he asked Raphaella, “If you have a partner with you, enter the peepshow room now.”

  He indicated her to get there through the entry side door, but Humik at first refused to follow her.

  “I thought,” he said, “that today we’re only in a visit here. I really just wanted to view, and have some impression.”

  “Don’t be silly, he’ll pay us today a special incentive. Thirty percent more than I’d told you before.”

  “You swear it,” he said.

  ‘I swear.” She whispered, “Don’t fear. They are decent guys here, and will pay exactly what I’ve concluded with them.”

  They entered the peepshow room. She began to undress him, and was taking his penis by her fingers and began licking it, then pushed a button on one of the pentagon walls.

  The manager came again immediately. He surveyed Humik’s body from top to bottom, and Humik thought it was like in a slaves‘ market, but who cares?

  Before undressing her skirt and underwear – Raphaella has worn big black sunglasses to her eyes. The managers told her:

  “The audience is impatient. Begin with the show, even if partial sex,” he added, “You know: In the last show- the guy has finished a third time and was exhausted, so the crowd shouted like mad. It was a big mess.”

  He bent toward naked Humik, who was just seated on the carpet there. ”I demand you to restrain yourself. Don’t ejaculate so soon. Do like a disciple of Zen Budism, have you heard about that method? It’s of a Hindu casta.”

  The manager went out, after having tapped Humik’s shoulder to cheer him up. Naked Raphaella was now attacking Humik, kisssing him fervently and holding again his penis in her fingers, caressing and kissing it. She lied beside him, and pointed on the ‘holes in the walls’. They both could still see through – white color of the outwalls of the Hall surrounding them. But soon the color there had changed to black, as the peepers arrived, their eyes already viewing and their tongues licking their lips in a strange desire.

  “We have to make love like a normal man and woman,” she said, ”who are in an amazing desire to each other. You should feel like you’re at home, in an indulgent bed with a dilligent burning woman, who is me. I am a nimphomaniac,” she laughed loudly.

  She became kneeled beside him and pulled him to do the same. He was looking at her nice breasts and red nipples and at her triangular haired pudenta and saw it was like lilac and black and very flashing in the electric light of the lamps above them. He then gazed at her rounding shoulders and long arms and straight feet and at her buttockss and at her flat belly. The skin of all her limbs was brown, a little bit sunburnt. He asked where she was getting ‘Sunbathing’ and she said that on the beach – not on a roof, as others do.

  Then one of the peepers whislted out of impatience. Raphaella told Humik not to pay attention to it. She was lying nude on her back, and he was lying beside her, his head on her face, kissing her again and again. Suddenly he felt a smell of dust in his nose. He told that to her, and she said: “I think that they have a Vaccum Cleaner here. They clean here daily. Also they treat the carpet – removing sperm, if someone has spilled that dirt.”

  Raphaella moved her face aside and her nostrills were sniffing-smelling the carpet in a loud inhale.

  ” I smell the Perfume they have put in here.”

  Then she faced him again and already interwoven her feet with his. He was on her, and the saliva dropping peepers saw Humik’s back and ass. She told him that she really loves him and he whispered that he had just heard peepers pushing each other at a peephole, and Humik was laughing loudly.

  She reckoned that now ‘somebody has put his finger into a hole and moving it like a warm. But principally we have very few real Psychphants here.’

  After having penetrated her, he paid attention to the fact that the air conditioner was operating. She said that it had been her request, because the smell of sweat really cause her nausea. However, she likes the smell of a man’s sperm.

  “Oh, how have I forgotten to hand you a condom?” she rose suddenly, and Humik retreated. She pushed the button at the wall, and the telephone apparatus in the corner was ringing.

  “Yes, what is it?” asked the manager.

  “I must have a rubber,” said Raphaella.

  Very soon one of the Guards was coming. He he pushed off the peeping fellows, and through the hole threw a small envelope toward the lying couple. The peepers’ audience
were whistling, while Humik was putting on the condom and immediately re-pentrated Raphaella. She urged him to restrain himself as much as he could, and he said he would try his best.

  “According to my agreement here,” she said, “we have to perform nine types of fucking poses within forty five minutes.”

  “So, we are in the first,” he said.

  “Yes, but now let me climb over you.”

  “I don’t remember by heart all possible positions,” he laughed.

  “O’key, we have already two. The third is: I am seated on you. Fourth: you almost seated on me. Fifth, let me remind… side by side. then- sixty nine, then ninty six, and the last one is the hardest. We need to creep like two dogs, back to back. Not easy.” He said that the last one he won’t try that day.

  “How is mister pin?” she asked and he felt the impetus of ejaculation and moaned quietly. Then he turned to the corner and removed the condom.

  She handed him a new towel and he wiped up the wetness from his penis and palms, and was lying beside her, looking at her beautiful eyes, and she was also satisfied from looking at his athletic body. Their panting became slower.

  “The viewers know already that you’re a circumcised Jew.” she mentioned suddenly, laughing.

  “It seems like many of the visitors here are Jewish.” he said.

  “About half of them,” she commented, “according to official Statistics. Some come with a cap on the head… I have an aunt, who’s used to say: ‘If my guy laughs at my jokes in bed, he’s Jewish. I know it – without looking at his penis. If I look, and discern he’s not a Jew – I know he’s a superman.’ The dirties had told me, that sometime they would find a Jew who’s bisexual, or the devil knows what. They don’t laugh with you about anything in bed. Now … is your snake ready to re-visit my cave?”

  “Yes,” he said and was on her. She began faking a loud orgasma: ‘for the sake of these spitters outside,’ she whispered.

  “Oh,” she suddenly said loudly, “How had I forgotten? You must also moan out of big pleasure. That is one of the clauses in my Agreement with the Management, that we should both fake loud orgasma voices. Because there is a certain type of males, that masturbte near the peeping hole – only if they hear that sexual moaning.”

  “Is the manager peeping here from time to time?” he asked.

  “Of course. He must take control of the performers. Especially regarding a new employee like you. A man who does not seem fit for a smooth and impressing fucking is driven out. It’s a solid and serious show business here. Sometime the town’s Mayor himself would come, looking or just selecting a black or brown woman. All is officially approved, the manager told me. Now, you slow your effort, I see you are sweating. It’s hard, I know.”

  “I do my best,” he panted.

  “I’m sorry. Don’t think too much about your fatigue. You might get frightened, and the what-his-name may change into a sardin.”

  About two hours and a quarter have passed, and Humik was lying tired on his back, then turned to her. They were just embracing

  each other side by side and kissing lightly. He suddenly remembered what his mother had told him before he had made his way to New York:

  “Well, you can get a nice amount of money from Solomon. Pending that you remove from your head the idea of extending your stay in New York- he’ll render you three thousands bucks.”

  Now Humik thought how had Solomon become so rich lately. ‘Eureka!’ he said to himself. ‘The wisest of all man, our great king Solomon, had thousand women in bed. My papa-in-law has taken them into his photography stock, as naked as the living girls here. How hadn’t I imagined that before? Many young girls were coming to Hollywood from all over the world, to pose themselves for playing in the films. Most of them were thrown by the Studios – out to the dogs. Now I remember two of such girls, that Mom had told me about. She said that they were in trouble and came to her and asked ‘some advice what to do in California’. They had no money to return to their far away home. “Of course, they refuse to be just simple whores,” Mom said to me… Maybe they had been Israeli girls. I didn’t think about the phornographic industry then. Solomon had begun to earn big amounts a year or two years ago. Now I’m thinking, that his assistant, Moony –was responsible for that kind of photographs in his studio. They didn’t want me to know about that. The brochures showing the posing girls, were prepared in a certain Press House not far. I was discerning that Moony was driving out on his motorcycle in daytime. I was told, that it was because he had only a partial work with Solomon…

  ( Remark: dear reader, please remember that no www. no CD-s , no Video tapes phornos– were available in those remote years).

  “What are you thinking about?” asked Raphaella.

  “Ah,” Humik waved his hand, “You know, that men have some kind of sad mood after a fuck. I’ve a friend who said, that it had been bringing on him a most desparate mood, like abyss. He really asked a psychiatrist about that. The doc told him that it was a regular post intercourse reaction for of most males. So, it’s O’key; only pray then for God’s help!”

  “Poof,” Raphaella declared, “You, men – are the most nervous, aggressive, doomed, morbid, damned creatures in the world. God should have created you with a better structure of mind and heart, and elaborate their mutual communication.”

  CHAPTER 8