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It's well known that during Prohibition if you knew where to go, you could find a drink. What's lesser known is that those Speak-Easys also served as houses of prostitution. Even lesser known is that those Speak-Easys served men as well as women and not just alcohol.

New to New York, Bessie Hawthorne and Matilda Winford missed their men back home in Tennessee. Both were twenty-one-years-old and married for three years. "Matty, I miss it. I don't know if I can go without it."

"You mean sex," Matilda whispered as they got off the train in Grand Central Station. "Bessie, it's only three months."

"Three months seems like a lifetime. Harold gives it to me almost every night. What about you?"

"That's not something I'm comfortable talking about, but I can tell you this, in about three days, a broom handle will be looking good," Matilda giggled. "Max and I do it all . . . like I said I don't want to talk about it."

"I heard of a place, where a girl could find some male companionship if she's interested."

"I don't want to hear about it," Mrs. Winford answered.

"I'll give you a few days."

Bessie Hawthorne wasn't wrong. Less than a week later, Matilda knocked on her friend's hotel room door. "Bessie, I could use some male companionship."

"Told ya'. Now, let's get dressed in our finery and find us some cock."

"Bessie, don't talk like that. It's not lady-like."

"Matilda, tonight, I don't want to be a lady. What about you?"

"Well. . ."

Bessie Hawthorne handed the cabbie a slip of paper with an address on it. "Ladies, are you sure this is where you want to go. I don't think you're the kind of girls to be seen in such a place."

"Just take us there. We may be new to New York, but we're not babes in the woods."

Actually, yes they were. Both girls didn't really know what to expect.

When a waiter came to their table and explained that tonight they were only serving Bourbon, after all it was Prohibition, Bessie, asked as she'd been instructed, "do you have anything extra special?" She placed a dollar in his hand.

"Ma'am, tonight we do have something extra special, but I'm not sure it's what you want."

"I think we're old enough to decide that for ourselves."

By this time, both Matilda and Bessie would admit that their knickers were damp in anticipation.

Ten minutes later, a black man, or as they were known at the time, colored, and a black woman joined them. "We heard that you ladies were looking for some companionship. It's two dollars for our company."

Matilda might have died right there. Bessie was speechless, but they reached for their purses.

Neither of them could explain why. Why two young white women from the South would want the company of a colored man? Or why, when they were looking for male companionship, they'd have any interest in a woman?

"Why don't we dance?" The colored man asked.

Before she knew it, the black man took Bessie by the hand. "My name is

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