by solaris2001

He removed his coat, folded it over his arm and draped both across his lap as he waited nervously on the torn vinyl sofa, the smell of heavy, cheap perfume intermingled with stale tobacco in the dark sitting room lit by a tangerine neon glow radiating through the nearby window. He stared sideways between the cracks in the fading paint on the bedroom door and rocked on his hips uncomfortably. The door swung open and a sweaty, obese man wiped his brow and grinned triumphantly at him before exiting. He stood, slicked his combover perfunctorily, and penetrated the musty boudoir.