Mystery At The 39th St. Brothel

(short story with senryu’s)

He emerges from his limousine after it parks in front of the immaculate three story brick mansion in the suburbs on 39th street. Known for its sexual commerce and sultry indulgences, it is THE place to go for a vice binge. The front door opens and a cloud of cigarette smoke drifts by, while hearty laughter and the piano man’s melodies also graces the night air. He joins in the atmosphere and is greeted with a VIP welcome as he has an appointment. Little was he aware how his life would change...

it was her first night
adorned in lace and fine silks
her looks astonish

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a demure virtue
with an impeccable figure
he claims her as his

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her enticing smile
beckons anonymous touch
pleasure must commence

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a toast with champagne
putting to rest her fears within
they both find comfort

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with sheer enjoyment
playful banter and laughter
how fast time goes by

It was well worth the three times over the normal asking fee he paid for the time spent with her that evening. For once it felt good to be in the company of a woman and just be himself. Satisfaction had been found and it did not take a sex act to achieve it.

He promptly made arrangements with the establishment so as he would meet with her every night at the same time. Absolutely no one else was to touch her. She was bought and paid for. With his clout as the one the most wealthy and respected businessman in the city, there was no way his request could be refused.

For months their meets continued and by this time, they had grown accustomed to each other. They had given each other pet names and claimed to have fallen in love with one another, this without once ever sharing a physical union. Never did a day go by without him seeing her. However, it’s now been three days since his last visit, time to get reacquainted. He arrives….

relief in her eyes
absent was his reassurance
she felt abandoned

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to see her again
meant that he still has purpose
she is all he has

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her tears of anguish
reveals a somber spirit
how will she tell him

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moments of despair
broken hearts grieve in silence
life can be unjust

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he has lost his will
what remains has no meaning
her body defiled

Investigators never could put a finger on exactly why he took her life and then turned the gun on himself. It was widely known that he was  a major patron, besides, it was widely understood why he would be there in the first place. His wife, fought and lost her battle with the debilitating effects of lung cancer. Just three day ago, he buried her. Still to them, for this tragedy to occur seemed somewhat odd.


Rory


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