Russell Twyce

Chapter 4 of Loki’s Trojan

Harrows for a Sparrow

Girls Pubic Hair

‘I’ll print out this picture you sent me and put it beside my bed.’ Lyra looked at the image again. His boobs are almost bigger than mine and his pubic hair must be flame red too. The photo seemed as an overweight schoolgirl’s body with a baldhead pasted on with retouching software. ‘I also really like that skirt you’re wearing.  She could almost imagine a girl’s pubic hair under it.’

‘It’s called a kilt,’ the older man Lyra was keyboard chatting with was quick to note — but slow to type out, ‘and before you inquire of the purse in front—that is called a sporran.’

‘If I looked into it, what would I find?’ The girl keyed swiftly and then sat back to read. She was much faster with her fingers than any of the men she corresponded with.

‘In the sporran or under the kilt?’

‘I hope you have a healthy supply of condoms in the first because I’ve heard a true Scot has nothing but pubic hair under the second.’ The young woman laced her fingers together and waited for the slow response. I’m hoping that his sporran also has some cash in it and I want it from him today.

‘When I’m thinking of you nothing but pubic hair  isn’t as I would describe it.’

‘LOL. You nasty old coot!’ Lyra did find it funny and she chuckled. The clever girl also envisioned a juicy opportunity dangling underneath amid the pubic hair. ‘I want a kilt to wear for you in the real Scottish style.’

‘If I buy one for you will you email me a picture?’ The man’s answer came back after an extra-long delay. He had typed ‘send you the money for one’ before backspacing to say ‘buy one’. The young woman had software that allowed her to view his composition—even before he hit the enter key.

The See Girls Pubic Hair Ploy

‘My sad blue eyes have tears because I must wait for a package to arrive.’ Lyra’s eyes blew to her clothes closet of costumes where she had a plaid schoolgirl’s skirt: it could be easily modified to appear as traditional highland attire. ‘A store here sells stuff like that. I could buy one sooner but I haven’t enough money so I suppose must be patient.’

‘Can I see what you’re wearing just now?’ He urged.

‘Sure.’ Lyra smiled at the request. Just getting to the point of being able to ask this question had already cost the Scot some cash: first, he sent money for her to buy the camera and then needed extra to hire an expert to install the software for her. Half a dozen other men have also paid for the same equipment and installation. ‘Wait while I put some clothes on.’

‘You don’t have to be shy with me.’ Seemingly, the man would have preferred her sporting nothing but girl’s pubic hair as he typed out several forms of the sentiment but he didn’t send it.

“My net boyfriend is in a quandary.” She spoke to the computer screen while awaiting his tediously slow reply. “He is uncertain of how to ask to see me naked in only my girl pubic hair. I can help him out with that dilemma.”

‘I’m back’. She turned on the camera to show that she had on a pair of low-rise jeans and a skimpy top that bared her slim midriff.

‘What I can see of you looks sexy as always.’

‘If I did have a kilt,’ she stood and moved the camera from the monitor top to the desk level where her lower torso and thighs were mid screen, ‘how far down would it go?’ Would you see my mons venus and my pubic hair?

‘There.’ He watched the streaming video as she slowly slid a flat hand down her legs and replied when it was positioned just above her knees.

‘I wish I could be wearing it right now.’ She sat and put her feet on the edge of the desktop: her hand remained at her knees to show where the hemline would be. ‘I would have it on in the Scottish way.’

“Do you envision what you would be looking at?” Lyra looked at the camera view window on her monitor to ensure that her pose was perfect. If she were wearing a kilt, without her panties on, the man on the other end of the chat would have an ideal view of her female gender clad only in a girlish wisp of girl pubic hair.

‘Wee nede to gst you one,’ his impulsively moving fingers fumbled.

‘I can’t afford one on my small salary.’ Lyra smiled inwardly, her imagined pubic hair trick was just one of many in getting men to send her money was in her never directly asking for cash. She always thought of ways like this girl’s pubic hair routine to maneuver them into offering.

All that is missing is the pubic hair

‘I’ll send you the money to buy one.’ With his offer, the man proved that Lyra could talk a Scotsman out of his kilt. ‘Should I send the money to the same place as before?’

‘Yes and remember that I can’t buy as cheaply as you can there because it’s imported to a specialty shop.’ The young woman heard a toilet flush in the master bedroom. That meant Dmitri was finally awake. ‘I’ll sleep now so I can get up early. I’ll collect the money in the morning and next time we chat, I’ll be all decked out in my kilt.’

Her mother also told of the fragile male psych, as a prostitute can best know. I can deflate their egos with subtle hints of disappointment in their equipment and stamina. She could fake yearning for more when she knew they had nothing left. The men will rape me but I can figuratively do the same right back to them.

Hers was a decent strategy but as Sun Tsu suggests: ‘battle plans are effective only until the first contact with the enemy’.