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He remembered that ghastly day when his mother walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom. Did she turn away in embarrassment, or run away screaming? No. She grabbed him by the arm, dragged him down to the car, Brian desperately trying to pull his pants up, and took him to see their parish priest. There he was subjected to an hour-long lecture on the evils of self-abuse by a 65-year-old man who probably hadn't had an erotic thought in his life. Father Walter, perpetually befuddled, oblivious to the outside world, telling Brian about how spilling his seed on the ground was a ticket to eternal damnation. That's the phrase he used, spilling his seed.
That day convinced him how ludicrous his Catholic upbringing was, the hypocrisy, the disconnection from reality. Once he got to school he would never set foot in a church again. He wondered how badly his own sexual health had been damaged by that day. He couldn't know for sure, because he was still very much a virgin, never getting beyond a shy kiss on the lips with a girl.
He walked a few yards past the club and lifted his camera to take a picture of a restaurant that had a second-floor balcony with a magnificent cast-iron railing. He was taking aim when a voice behind him purred, "You do know you aren't seeing the real Bourbon Street, don't you?"
He turned and there was a woman standing right behind him. She was maybe five years younger than his mother, but she looked like no mother he'd ever seen. She was very attractive, with thick black hair, sly brown eyes, and lips painted a rich, creamy red. Her perfume was exotic and oddly spicy, her scent surrounded him in a miasma of feminine softness.
She was nearly a foot shorter than Brian, and her petite body was almost obscenely curvaceous. She was dressed all in white-corset, garter belt, stockings, heels. Her big milky breasts jiggled inside the cups of her corset.
Brian looked at her and his mouth went slack as he stared. He couldn't help staring. He'd never seen a woman up close wearing such sexy lingerie, and the fact that he was standing with her in the middle of what is normally the busiest street in the world added to the shock. "What?" he asked in a weak voice.
She reached out and tickled his belly with fingers tipped with long, red fingernails. "Here you are having a walk around my town, but you aren't seeing us at our best." She stepped even closer and put a stockinged knee between his thighs. She pointed down Bourbon Street, toward downtown. "You need to come for Mardi Gras, honey. The biggest party in the world. Can you imagine, as far as you can see, people jammed together as close as you and me." She put her other arm around his waist and slowly, gently, tugged him toward the tiny awning covering the entrance of the club.
Brian let himself be led, paralyzed by her overt sexiness, his nervous system overwhelmed by the sensation of her fingernails caressing him just above his belt. He was actually shaking. She didn't seem to notice. She said, "Everyone all packed together, everyone having a good time, no inhibitions, no worries." They were under the awning and she turned him so his back faced the street, his big body keeping passersby from seeing her clearly behind him. She slowly untucked his shirt from his shorts slid her bare hand under his shirt. her nails dancing across his belly.
"And everyone dressed up in sexy costumes, showing themselves off for everyone to see. This is what I wore for Mardi Gras." She leaned away to give him a better look. "Do you like it? Do you think I look nice?"
Brian nodded like a drunk. The woman smiled and pulled his hips against her. His erection stuck out like a chisel. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "You're so polite." Again her hand disappeared under his shirt, and now her fingers probed the waistband of his shorts. Brian's trembling grew worse. He looked over his shoulder. Other people walked past and paid them no mind, and Brian guessed that this wasn't the most shocking thing Bourbon Street had ever witnessed, a sexy woman toying with a petrified teenage boy. He turned back and her dark eyes smiled up at him.