Roxanne-Turn on the Red Light

The Melkweg in Amsterdam was an old cow milking building situated across the street from a police station. It was more of a complex and had a moat around it and an actual drawbridge with an image of a psychedelic sun painted on it.

It was considered a nightclub with something for everyone. It had a theatre and a small concert venue. In the basement, they sold hash and the prices were listed on a large chalkboard. They sold every kind of hash that you could imagine. It felt more like the NY Stock Exchange with buyers crowding around the counter yelling out orders. It was very vibrant.

Upstairs, there was a café, an avant-garde room with carpeted steps and live avant-garde music, and even a tearoom to go and relax your throat muscles. As I mentioned, there was something for everyone.

People got fucked up. Some went beyond hash and took mushrooms and even LSD.

Near the Melkweg was the Red-Light district, where sex workers stood in illuminated windows offering their services. The neighborhood featured narrow cobble stone streets which were dimly lit. Some of the women looked better than others and they came in different flavors: Dutch, Caribbean, Eastern European, and South Asian. Some of the women were transgender.

Roxanne was a prostitute who worked in the Red-Light district near the bar. She was sitting on a bar stool in her window in a red dress with thigh high slits and black "fuck-me" pumps.

I could hardly take my eyes off of her. Our eyes met and my heart started to beat intensely, after all I was only 18 and I had only fucked one girl. This was a new experience, Europe, the Hash Bar and the Red-Light district.

After flirting a bit, I did not have the guts to go into the establishment and actually talk to her. I continued to my destination, the Melkweg. But Roxanne got inside my head. I wanted her-I needed her.

Inside the Melkweg I headed downstairs to the hash exchange, my words not theirs. In my pocket was a few hundred Gilders (Guldens) or as I thought of them, "Gilder Radners."

I bought black, brown and golden hash for less than a 100 Gilders ($45 USD).

I couldn't wait to go to the concert section of the bar with my pipe, lighter and hash. I got very high waiting for the Grateful Dead to make their brief appearance... by the end of "Happy Birthday Bobby" I was very high. I took a hit of someone else's joint and it tasted minty and may have been laced with PCP but I am not sure that I even cared.

The next thing I remembered was the Dead were playing "Playing in the Band," a fan favorite but Roxanne was in my head fighting for space. It was a crowded place, my head.

Roxanne, golden red hair like silk, legs that were amazingly sexy, and breasts that were almost perfect; between a B and a C cup. She had red ruby lips from her lipstick and sported black eyeliner. Her dress was tight but showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of legs and hips.

I came out of the trance and the band was closing their set with "Sugar Magnolia." It must have been past 1 AM by then. Time to make the twenty-minute walk back to the "Flying Dutchman," my hotel. I was going to be walking right by Roxanne again.

When I got there, she was gone. The light was turned off and there was no one sitting on the stool. I just thought she had just gone home for the night. I was too high to realize she may have been entertaining another man, or woman.

On my way home I smoked another bowl and got lost. I finally figured out where the hotel was and made it to my room. Being too high to masturbate, I just passed out on the bed.

I woke up and had an American breakfast next door and spent the day being a tourist.

In the late afternoon I went to a Dutch bar and drank and hung out with people from all different countries including England, Canada, Australia, and the Netherlands. I bought some more hash and borrowed a rolling paper and some tobacco. I crumbled some hash and mixed it up with tobacco and lit the joint.

I met a Dutch girl, maybe twenty with blond hair and a nice body. She was thin with small breasts and went to a local college. But candidly something smelled rotten in Holland; it was her teeth. They looked like pieces of corn. The smell was unbearable and I made up an excuse and left her at the bar and went to the bank and cashed more traveler's cheques. I now had amassed over 500 Gilders just in case.

I met up with some American friends at the hotel and we went to dinner. We talked about everything although I did not bring up the Dutch Girl or Roxanne. We decided to go to the Melkweg which opened at 10 PM. I volunteered to meet them there so I could take a nap, which was a fabrication of the truth.

Around 8:45, I headed to see if Roxanne was perched on her chair. She was there wearing the red dress. She noticed me immediately and started flirting and motioned me to come into the building.

My cock hardened. I was 18 and my cock got really hard really fast. And when my cock was hard, I got stupid and only interested in one thing: sex.

It was really pushing on my jeans and my horniness overcame my reluctance and I opened the door.

It was pretty dark inside-dimly lit and there was an older Dutch guy sitting at a small wooden desk. He handed me a menu. It was written in Dutch although I could figure out a few of the words.

"I am American. I don't speak Dutch-sorry."

He said in a gravelly voice like as if he smoked three packs a day, "Turn it over, It is in English."

The menu reminded me of a takeout Chinese menu. Ok that is a big exaggeration. There weren't that many choices.

Basically there were a few packages and then I suppose that you could add on from there. Those negotiations would be between Roxanne and me without the house being involved.

Quicky was 15 minutes and included only a hand job and breast play; not even enough time to strike up a conversation. That was only 75 Gilders plus 25 Gilders to the house.

Relaxed was 30 minutes and also included vaginal sex but no kissing. That was 125 Gilders plus 40 Gilders to the house.

Girlfriend Experience was 60 minutes and included everything including kissing, but not anal. That was 200 Gilders plus another 60 Gilders to the house.

Condoms were optional and the girls all had certificates of health from the city. I learned through conversation that they were tested for STD's weekly and they only worked 16 hours per week.

"Okay, what did you decide?"

I felt like he was the waiter and I was ordering dinner. I had never done anything like this before.

"Girlfriend," I said and then hesitated.

Honestly, I got nervous. What would I say to Roxanne? What would I do?

"Ok," the man said, "60 Gilders. Pay the girl the 200 Gilders when you get upstairs.

The man got up and tapped on the door and Roxanne appeared. A little older than she looked in the window-maybe 35. That only got me more excited-an experienced 35-year-old woman. It would not be like the almost 16-year-old girl I was fucking in high school.

My heart skipped a beat and my cock had become fully erect. Roxanne reached down and felt it and smiled.

"This is going to be fun," she said and took my hand in hers with her red nails pressing into the underside of my wrist.

She led me up a flight of rickety wood stairs. They creaked as we walked up to the room. She led the way into a small bedroom with a lamp sitting on a nightstand illuminating blue light.

"Do you have something for me?"

I shuffled through my pockets and found two 100 Gilder notes. It looked like Monopoly money and I handed it to her and she placed it on the night table.

She sensed that I was nervous so she sat down next to me on the bed and held my hand. She made the first move and kissed me while placing her hands on my cheeks. Her tongue worked my mouth and her experience was evident. This was not her first kiss.

But when she started sucking my tongue I almost came. I felt her hand suddenly pressing hard on my thigh and if I had died right then and there it would have been okay. She finally broke the kiss.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"What do you want it to be?"

I responded, "Roxanne."

"Then my name is Roxanne tonight. And yours's?" she said softly.

I hesitated- "Jerry?" or something else. It was Holland. Who the fuck is she going to tell anyway.

"Jerry."

By now she had me in her trance. Her "Paris" perfume was driving me crazy and her cleavage was amazing. I was really horny and wanted to fuck Roxanne. I knew Roxanne was ready to fuck me.

I started kissing her neck. The more I kissed it the more excited I got, drunk with the smell of her perfume and the softness of her skin. I reached in front of her and fondled her breasts over her dress, with my thumbs tucked under her dress working their way down to her nipples.

Without thinking, I pulled down the front of her dress exposing her boobs. OMG they were gorgeous. Her nipples were small but erect. Her areolas were small like the size of quarters and her skin the color of French vanilla cream. I could have touched her breasts for the rest of the hour.

She ask me, "Are you American?"

I said that I was.

"Are you a virgin? Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No, I am not a virgin-I had a girlfriend in high school and we had sex all the time. But not a woman, not like you."

I couldn't believe that the words were escaping my mouth... it was surreal.

"Did your girlfriend suck your cock, did she let you cum in her mouth, and did she climb on top of you and fuck you until you came?" she asked. "This night will be very special."

She threw me back on the bed and slipped out of her dress. She was not wearing underwear and only had on her shoes and her gold necklace with a charm on it. Her lipstick was a little smeared from kissing.

She wasted no time. She undid my pants and pulled them off me which was a bit challenging as they were pretty tight. But she was a pro. She pulled off my underpants and my cock was at full attention. There was even a drop of precum on it which wasn't unusual.

Roxanne was in her element. She was getting playful. She rubbed her finger on the tip of my cock and then on her ruby lips. She gave me a quick kiss and laughed. My X-girlfriend Linda never did that. I did not really have a chance to think about how I felt about what she did as she took my cock into her mouth.

I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of her mouth and she sucked my cock like a vacuum cleaner. Having a 35-year-old sucking your cock is a lot better than a high school girlfriend I surmised.

I noticed that I no longer felt my cock bumping the back of her mouth as she opened her throat and squeezed my cock like a Boa Constrictor. She was literally swallowing my cock like no woman ever had. My balls were tightening and I could feel the urge to cum getting stronger.

I couldn't wait another second as my body tensed up and I shot several loads of hot cum into her sexy mouth. She looked so beautiful with my cum slightly dripping down her cheek. Most women would have stopped sucking but she was unlike most women and she continued to suck my cock as it started to get hard again.

She released my cock from her mouth. She moved her head towards mine with a devilish smile on her lips-she wanted to kiss me. She had me in her spell as our lips met and I tasted my cum for the first time. It was exactly how Linda described it; "salty and sweet" simultaneously. It was kinky and uncomfortable at the same time.

She guided my head down to her breasts.

"My nipples are very sensitive and tender... they are dying to be sucked."

I started teasing her nipples with my tongue and worked them into my mouth, both sucking them and licking them rhythmically.

I just thought to myself, "This was the first time that I ever had sex without music" and I did not care.

My hand was resting on her tummy which was flat and firm like if she worked out all the time. My fingers found her soft bush that was nicely trimmed and then I touch her labia lips. They felt soft and nice, a little larger than Linda's. Maybe they were puffed out from all the sex Roxanne had.

But the real surprise was when I found her clit. It was not like Linda's. Linda's was small and finding it was not always easy. Roxanne's clit was like a tiny penis. It was hard and erect-the size of a nipple. It was sticky and wet and touching it was like pushing her joy button. It was obvious she enjoyed it.

"Would you like to lick my clit and explore it with your tongue? I don't usually like guys do that but I think you will be gentle yet exciting."

Roxanne guided my head down as I licked her stomach and found my way to her pussy. She pushed my face into her vagina and my tongue teased her clit while my finger worked its way into her hole.

Her pussy was very wet. Her breath was getting faster and I sense that her leg muscles had tightened as I continued sucking on her clit, enjoying her sweet nectar. She pushed my head harder and my sucking intensified until she came.

"Oh my god!!! This feels so good," she cried out.

I glanced over at the clock on the wall and discovered that we had ten minutes left on the clock.

I wasted no time and climbed on top of her. We resumed kissing-now she could taste herself on my lips. I am sure that was not what she was thinking-LOL.

My cock was fully erect again and I inserted it into her wet vagina. It was not as tight as Linda's but Roxanne used her hips to intensify each thrust. I could feel her vaginal muscles squeeze my cock and I felt like I was going to cum.

"Fuck me harder," she screamed and that got me even more excited as our fucking intensified.

"Fuck my wet pussy hole, oh, oh..."

She was about to cum and so was I. As her breathing and thrusting intensified so did mine and after a moment we both yelled out as we came in unison.

"Oh, fuck that was good," I declared.

"Maybe I should be the one paying you," she responded and we both laughed.

"Most of the time I have to fake orgasms, which is part of my job and I don't mind. But not with you Jerry. Not tonight."

"What time do you get off," I asked like as if she was a waitress at a local bar.

"10-it is ten now-I am done for the night."

"Should I, I mean will she?" I thought.

"Would you like to have a drink and some hash?" I boldly asked.

"Let me shower and change and I will meet you at the end of the block," she said more quietly.

I thanked the Dutch guy on my way out and he couldn't care less as I exited the building. I walked to the end of the block and waited for Roxanne. It seemed like forever but as promised she was standing there.

She was no longer sporting the red dress and high heels that I was accustomed to. She was wearing low heel shoes, tight jeans, a white blouse with a white lace bra that was somewhat visible and her hair was tied in a ponytail still damp from the shower. I could smell her perfume-it was intoxicating.

We held hands as we walked to the Melkweg. I did not even know her real name. Was I going to introduce her to my friends as Roxanne?

"Roxanne, what do people really call you?"

"Jo." was her response.

"Jo, where are you from?"

"My Dad is American and my Mom, Dutch, but I was born in Ohain, Belgium. I consider myself Dutch American."

As we walked into the Melkweg, we were hit with the strong odor of hash and loud party music.

"Have you been here before?" I asked.

"A few times. Not really a local hangout and I work a lot of nights," she explained.

"Let's grab something to eat," I said as I held her hand in mine and we went to the coffee shop in the club.

Who did we find by Charlie and Harry? From their expressions they were surprised to see me accompanied by such a beautiful older woman.

Harry was silent but Charlie just said, "Dude!" and smiled.

"This is Jo. Jo this is Charlie, and this is Harry," as hands were extended.

We finished snacking and I lit a bowl and everyone partook, including Jo. Jo only took a mild hit and with every hit, the laughter seemed to get louder.

We all sat down at the bar and I ordered Heinekens. I had already spent a good deal of money in just two nights and one day, but it was worth it.

Jo excused herself and left, presumably to go to the bathroom.

Charlie said, "Where did you guys meet? She is smoking hot-30?"

I lied, "We met at a bar and I don't know her age-dude, just be cool and don't do anything stupid."

I left to find the restrooms.

I felt a hand grab mine-it was jo.

"Shhh," she whispered as she pushed me into the men's room.

There were a couple of guys in there but no one seemed to care. We went into one of the stalls and started making out. It started out just kissing but my hands found her breasts and her hand found my cock, which honestly, was sore and I would be surprised if it got hard a third time.

She wasted no time and unzipped my pants. She got on her knees as she fiddled with the zipper and released my cock from its cage.

"He is tired," she giggled.

She put just the head in her mouth and played with the tip with her tongue. It surprised me when my cock started to get hard-she seemed happy and so was I.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asked.

"My girlfriend, her friend and I jumped into the hotel pool at 8 PM nude. My girlfriend and I made love in the park after school." I stupidly responded.

She smiled and put her lips around my cock and slid it down her throat once more. My hands rested on the top of her head as she suck my cock.

"Cum in my mouth. I want you to shoot your cum down my throat and I will swallow every drop."

This is what every man wants to hear. Honestly, I think it is better than anal sex. Just hearing a woman invite, no encourage you to cum in her mouth so she could swallow it was incredibly sexy and kinky as I dumped the remain drops of cum that my body had worked feverishly to produce in her lovely mouth. And true to her word she swallowed it followed by her customary kiss.

This all happened in two nights, the first being just her flirting with me and my imagination doing the rest.

She zipped up my pants and we washed our hands and left the bathroom as if we were just a couple of guys. We rejoined my friends and hung out another hour until she asked me if I would walk her home.

As we walked on the cobblestone street near where she worked, we held hands and the moonlight lit the path to her apartment house. We stood in front of the building, and I recited lyrics from the song that inspired my pet name for Jo, Roxanne.

"I love you since I knew you

I wouldn't talk down to ya

I have to tell you just how I feel

I don't want to share you with another boy."

Jo's smile faded as her expression turned more serious. She looked into my eyes. She took my hand and placed it in between her breasts as if it were her heart.

"Tonight was great. You're great. But tomorrow you will continue your trip and I will rest until I have to go back and as the song says, 'Put on the red light.' That is just the way it goes. If it makes a difference, I have never gone out with a customer after having sex. You are different-you are special. You will find your sole mate; someone young that you will spend your life loving, but it's not me babe."

I hugged her tight and she hugged me. We cried-it was a Romeo and Juliet scene. It lasted a few moments, followed by me kissing her hand and walking away feeling a bit sad and also content.

Epilogue

Roxanne did not have to sell her body to the night. I found out that sex workers in Europe have to maintain other employment to qualify for their sex worker license. This was not Jo's only source of income.

But I had two jobs, a student and a businessman. She sold sex and I sold cannabis. You get accustomed to an income and cant imagine life without it.

So to the Roxanne's of the world, "So put away your makeup."