I'm going to be putting up fragments of a book I'm translating. Not fully proof read yet.
Underground promotion:
Barbara Stanisławczyks
Girls
Translated by Dustek
The rules were clear. It was supposed to safe and discreet. Only chosen punters and the best girls. No intrusions by the police or by organized crime. The boss guaranteed this. And the girls would note the time of each assignation and pay him commission. Rafal was the bosss eyes and ears: small, thin, unobtrusive. When he was not in town working for the boss, he would sit on a sofa in the living rook or would be cooking himself rice which he would eat with yogurt for dinner, a healthy meal he had read in womens magazine. The boss owned seven brothels and would visit the one on Grzybowska Street a few times a month, without notice. He told the girls to call him Irek but the girls knew that was just an alias.
On that day, he again appeared without notice. He came in, limping and shouting, as entered:
What a mess, what a mess! Im not surprised were losing punters
Dominika quickly took to hiding the mess around the flat. Knickers and blouses from the bar and bras hanging from door handles, she threw on a pile of clothes on the bar. She did the same with tights and hygienic tissues which she used instead of showering. She picked up blankets from the carpet as well as some colour magaazines and threw them on the sofa. She took the dirty glasses to the kitchen. She tried to ignore the dust devils on the walls. Nervously she hastened around, in her tight blouse and g-strings. Bending, she showed her pimpled and flat bottom.
What she doing? Irek asked surprised.
Cleaning said Beata, calmly, flicking through the pages of colour magazine. She looked up from it for a second and took a look at her watch - Its her turn today and I have a punter in half an hour.
At the same moment, Domiika pulled some garment from under Monis bottom, not even interrupting her watching MTV, she only lifted slightly to ease the operation.
Aha! she shouted, showing a crumpled black sweater. I was looking for this everywhere. What am I going to wear for my punter?
Dont throw your clothes around and youll be fine Monia replied calmly.
This is a real cathouse, God my witness Irek commented and set down next to the girls. I think I need to bring some order here. Beata bring me a coke.
What? she looked at him as if she hadnt heard.
I said bring my a coke. he said a little louder. All the girls brought him coffee, drinks, ashtrays and slept with him. He was their boss
Beata put the magazine down. She put her hands into her jeans and pressed her thin lips together, looking Irek in the eyes.
Im a prostitute here and not a fucking secretary.
The girls giggled for a second but stopped almost immediately. Monia started nervously switching channels and Dominka suddenly becoming interest in the state of the varnish on her nails, none of them wanted to look the boss in the eyes. It seemed that he hadnt heard Beata because he was looking at Monis legs on the table, suddenly he swept them off the table.
Take them off! What are you doing with your legs on the table?!
He then looked at Beata. His eyes didnt contain any anger, laughter or threats they were empty, ready to change into any emotion.
Do you feel like a prostitute, Beata? he asked.
Yes
Thats strange, because I dont have any prostitutes here, just escorts
Thats strange, I get paid for fucking. But if you pay, I can bring you a coke, even though its unhealthy.
Dominika, bring me a coke with ice and lemon and you come with me, I need a blow job.
He got up and headed for Beatas room. She knew that this was an invitation for aa private discussion. These matters were agreed a year before, when she came for a party to the Grzybowska flat. He told her his terms and she replied:
I dont have sex for free. You can get a date with me like any punter. You know the rate, you get a 50% discount.
He knew straight off that she would be difficult to break. He could have refused to take her in and she might have given up on her own if he had tried to make her do anything but he felt that Beata would bring clients in. She was pretty, though there were prettier girls, Barbie dolls, slim blondes with long hair and large busts. Beata had short, ginver, boys hair, petite, almost childish features, prominent cheek bones, enormous black eyes and freckles on her noses, which made her even prettier. When dressed, her 52 kg of weight and 180 cm of height, made her look thin, but there was something about her which could seduce any man, and Irek knew that. She had charm, attitude whilst seeming submissive. Fire and water. It also affected him.
He came into the room and sat on a bed with a laundered, tacky mattress. He patted the bed next to him but she refused.
Thanks but I prefer to stand. Apart from lying on my side, its my favourite.
There as nowhere else to sit in the foom apart from the bed. There were only two night dressers, one with a lamp, the other with a radio. A tv hung in the corner. She went to the window and rested on its frame, pushing away a potted plant that hadnt been watered for weeks. She stood, holding her hands in her jean pockets, looking at Irek.
Who would want you dressed like that! You look like a tramp.
Id like to say, that Im the one who is doing the most to keep this place going. Isnt that strange.
Youre getting worse.
Blame recession and the Duck for his campaign against agencies, hes scaring clients off. Dont blame me. Theyre scared to come and just phone and ask if everythings okay. I tell them, everything is so okay that were bored to death but they dont come anyway. Good I have my regulars.
In these difficult times, you need to make a greater effort. Take some care of yourself. Put on a sexy blouse, high heels, show your breast Things will pick up.
Beata shrugged her shoulders.
I cant complain. But if you dont like whats going on, then there are plenty of brothels that I can go to Warsaw.
You can leave only with my permission ale when I throw you out. he dropped his friendly tone, it was clear he was furious. Dont fight me. Ive dealt with tougher girls than you. There are things I can do. Gosia hasnt told you? he looked at her trying to see if she was scared.
Next part, next week?
Underground promotion:
Barbara Stanisławczyks
Girls
Translated by Dustek
The rules were clear. It was supposed to safe and discreet. Only chosen punters and the best girls. No intrusions by the police or by organized crime. The boss guaranteed this. And the girls would note the time of each assignation and pay him commission. Rafal was the bosss eyes and ears: small, thin, unobtrusive. When he was not in town working for the boss, he would sit on a sofa in the living rook or would be cooking himself rice which he would eat with yogurt for dinner, a healthy meal he had read in womens magazine. The boss owned seven brothels and would visit the one on Grzybowska Street a few times a month, without notice. He told the girls to call him Irek but the girls knew that was just an alias.
On that day, he again appeared without notice. He came in, limping and shouting, as entered:
What a mess, what a mess! Im not surprised were losing punters
Dominika quickly took to hiding the mess around the flat. Knickers and blouses from the bar and bras hanging from door handles, she threw on a pile of clothes on the bar. She did the same with tights and hygienic tissues which she used instead of showering. She picked up blankets from the carpet as well as some colour magaazines and threw them on the sofa. She took the dirty glasses to the kitchen. She tried to ignore the dust devils on the walls. Nervously she hastened around, in her tight blouse and g-strings. Bending, she showed her pimpled and flat bottom.
What she doing? Irek asked surprised.
Cleaning said Beata, calmly, flicking through the pages of colour magazine. She looked up from it for a second and took a look at her watch - Its her turn today and I have a punter in half an hour.
At the same moment, Domiika pulled some garment from under Monis bottom, not even interrupting her watching MTV, she only lifted slightly to ease the operation.
Aha! she shouted, showing a crumpled black sweater. I was looking for this everywhere. What am I going to wear for my punter?
Dont throw your clothes around and youll be fine Monia replied calmly.
This is a real cathouse, God my witness Irek commented and set down next to the girls. I think I need to bring some order here. Beata bring me a coke.
What? she looked at him as if she hadnt heard.
I said bring my a coke. he said a little louder. All the girls brought him coffee, drinks, ashtrays and slept with him. He was their boss
Beata put the magazine down. She put her hands into her jeans and pressed her thin lips together, looking Irek in the eyes.
Im a prostitute here and not a fucking secretary.
The girls giggled for a second but stopped almost immediately. Monia started nervously switching channels and Dominka suddenly becoming interest in the state of the varnish on her nails, none of them wanted to look the boss in the eyes. It seemed that he hadnt heard Beata because he was looking at Monis legs on the table, suddenly he swept them off the table.
Take them off! What are you doing with your legs on the table?!
He then looked at Beata. His eyes didnt contain any anger, laughter or threats they were empty, ready to change into any emotion.
Do you feel like a prostitute, Beata? he asked.
Yes
Thats strange, because I dont have any prostitutes here, just escorts
Thats strange, I get paid for fucking. But if you pay, I can bring you a coke, even though its unhealthy.
Dominika, bring me a coke with ice and lemon and you come with me, I need a blow job.
He got up and headed for Beatas room. She knew that this was an invitation for aa private discussion. These matters were agreed a year before, when she came for a party to the Grzybowska flat. He told her his terms and she replied:
I dont have sex for free. You can get a date with me like any punter. You know the rate, you get a 50% discount.
He knew straight off that she would be difficult to break. He could have refused to take her in and she might have given up on her own if he had tried to make her do anything but he felt that Beata would bring clients in. She was pretty, though there were prettier girls, Barbie dolls, slim blondes with long hair and large busts. Beata had short, ginver, boys hair, petite, almost childish features, prominent cheek bones, enormous black eyes and freckles on her noses, which made her even prettier. When dressed, her 52 kg of weight and 180 cm of height, made her look thin, but there was something about her which could seduce any man, and Irek knew that. She had charm, attitude whilst seeming submissive. Fire and water. It also affected him.
He came into the room and sat on a bed with a laundered, tacky mattress. He patted the bed next to him but she refused.
Thanks but I prefer to stand. Apart from lying on my side, its my favourite.
There as nowhere else to sit in the foom apart from the bed. There were only two night dressers, one with a lamp, the other with a radio. A tv hung in the corner. She went to the window and rested on its frame, pushing away a potted plant that hadnt been watered for weeks. She stood, holding her hands in her jean pockets, looking at Irek.
Who would want you dressed like that! You look like a tramp.
Id like to say, that Im the one who is doing the most to keep this place going. Isnt that strange.
Youre getting worse.
Blame recession and the Duck for his campaign against agencies, hes scaring clients off. Dont blame me. Theyre scared to come and just phone and ask if everythings okay. I tell them, everything is so okay that were bored to death but they dont come anyway. Good I have my regulars.
In these difficult times, you need to make a greater effort. Take some care of yourself. Put on a sexy blouse, high heels, show your breast Things will pick up.
Beata shrugged her shoulders.
I cant complain. But if you dont like whats going on, then there are plenty of brothels that I can go to Warsaw.
You can leave only with my permission ale when I throw you out. he dropped his friendly tone, it was clear he was furious. Dont fight me. Ive dealt with tougher girls than you. There are things I can do. Gosia hasnt told you? he looked at her trying to see if she was scared.
Next part, next week?