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CHAPTER 7
Connie woke up late the next morning, still feeling tremors from the previous evening’s experience. She looked out the open window and saw that the haze had returned, increasing the humidity and graying the sky. The filtered sun would take a few hours to burn its way through its distractions.
She was initially surprised to be in bed alone and felt unfortunate that she didn’t have Warren available in her current state of arousal. Then she remembered that this was his big day and that he had probably gotten up early, too excited to drowse with her. Warren entered the room, still a bit wet from his shower, carrying a tray holding coffee, juice and scrambled eggs. He extended its legs and place the tray over her stomach and said; “Breakfast for my queen.” She caressed his face and said; “Thanks, honey.” He watched her eat, only interrupting once to say; “Any pictures?”
She mumbled a full mouthed “Sorry” and waved the fork she held in her left hand.
He showed mild disappointment, but that was getting to be the expected answer and he was too excited about today to throw any damper on it. He said; “Maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”
She said; “Maybe,” still mumbling, swallowed and added; “It was really interesting and different. There were a few shows going on at the same time and I wouldn’t do it justice to breeze through it now.”
She put another fork-load of scrambled eggs into her mouth and tongued them. She liked mashing her meal this way as opposed to chewing, as it seemed to enhance the flavor. Warren stood still and watched. She mumbled; “Picture me at a barbecue in the middle of three hundred people.”
His visualization was obviously a very pleasant one and he continued to stand there motionlessly, as he patiently watched her finish breakfast. He took the tray away and returned quickly, seeing that his bride was out of bed, naked, luscious and hair wild. He walked to her with his eyes beaming at his favorite seat.
Connie perceived Warren’s eagerness for his monthly dalliance, as he stood anxiously before her. His medium length gray hair was messy, he was freshly shaved and his purple-heart tattoo was very noticeable. She said; “Thank me properly, slave.” He started at the floor and worked his way skyward.
She pulled him across the room to a walk in closet and said; “Wait here,” and closed him inside. He shared the floor with some of Connie’s personal things.
The doorbell rang and rang, as Connie greeted each guest and got them a glass of champagne from the adjoining kitchen.
They each took one of the plushy chairs, arranged in a circle for the day’s festivities. They were a bit stiff and proper until the second glass, then started joking and getting comfortable.
Millie and Leticia were two middle aged black sisters, Millie very sizable and dark, but nicely proportioned and Leticia was thin and light skinned. Kathy was an Italian, olive skinned, twenty five year old beauty with long black hair.
Sadie was a plain, somewhat portly white woman of about fifty, with short dark curly hair and very white skin. Goldie was a thirty year old, pert and chatty, recently divorced and average sized white woman. And new to the group was Muriel, a tanned thin white woman of about fifty, also recently divorced and angry about it.
Connie detected that the group was now comfortable, as the jocularity and impatience increased, the ladies freely scratching body parts not showered for two days, under Connie’s instruction, as an inducement to Warren.
She asked; “Ready for the slave?” Connie walked to the closet and opened the door. Warren crawled out and the women quietly stared as he was led into the circle and Connie said;
“Greet everyone, properly.” He first went to Millie. The
process was repeated with each of the regulars and finally, Muriel, who quickly picked up the routine, but couldn’t help giggling and said; “It tickles.” She put her hands between her legs, looked at smiling Connie and said; “I can’t hold the champagne any longer.”
Connie said; “Warren. You heard the lady.”
When Muriel was through, Warren looked at the window and saw that a few raindrops remained. He said; “Please let me clean it,” and she obliged him. The six other ladies were in the identical situation as Muriel and Warren temporarily became a specialist.
As the circle got back in order, Connie said; “Dance.”
Warren was embarrassed, but also very excited, as he did the boogaloo. Connie said; “Stop.” She held forward her glass and said; “Get me another, slave.” Warren took the glass, went to the kitchen, refilled it, returned, handed it to her and said;
“Thank you for the honor of allowing me to serve you.” He looked at the seat of the chair and said; “May I have a treat?”
Connie allowed the privilege. She announced to the group; “This is his favorite thing. Make him work for it.”
For three hours Warren happily serviced anyone any way they desired. When the party was over, Connie saw that Warren was actually trembling, took mercy on him and gave him a hand.
As the prize for the new club member, Muriel, she took him to her car and brought him to her apartment, where she ordered him around the rest of the day and early evening. He spent extended time at the foot of her bed. Muriel appreciated the prolonged effort and told him; “You can handle yourself, but don’t stop what you’re doing.” She finally fell asleep and allowed him to use her pillow. He liked the texture and aroma so much, he hardly slept. Connie found him there the next morning, took him home and provided the ecstatic slave with another pillow.
She listened to soft music as Warren had his favorite breakfast, when a news flash interrupted a song with; “US news service reports of a South Viet Namese village burned to the ground by U.S. forces. Thirteen hundred charred bodies that seem to have been bound have been located. The Pentagon denies any knowledge........”
She moved her leg and gently pushed his head away, saying;
“Sorry, baby. Some things just kill the mood.”
Mark woke up on the floor, the sounds of him and the floor creaking caused Allison to start moving around with her eyes still half shut. She pulled one of the covers over her head and put her head back on the pillow.
Mark smiled visibly as he watched her. He saw that the morning wasn’t as bright as the prior day, but in his mind, he thought that today the sun merely got a slow start and would soon equal yesterday’s brilliance. He slowly came around, got up, went to the kitchen and made coffee and breakfast for the two of them.
He put it on the floor next to the couch, rubbed Allison’s belly and pulled her hands. She resisted, turned on her back and mumbled; “Rrrrr.” He massaged her neck and upper back, saying; “Come on. It’s a great day passing you by and your breakfast is getting cold.”
She squirmed and her bleary-eyed head popped up and he handed her the coffee, drinking some from his own cup. She looked at it and aid; “It’s black. You know I like milk and sugar.”
He took the cup back and said; “Sorry, I forgot.” He went back to the kitchen and mixed in the desired ingredients and brought it back to her. She already had a plate in her lap and was sampling the bacon, sausage and eggs. She still had a bit of a mouthful when she slurred; “This is good.” He put her coffee on the floor and joined in, munching and drinking his own, while he watched her slowly rouse.
The momentarily, victorious sun, streamed in the open window, highlighting their area like a spotlight. She said;
“Let’s just play games today and forget about everything else.”
With a mouthful of eggs he murmured; “Sure, you got any ideas?”
“Yeah. Do you still have those old outfits I bought when you first started being a private eye?”
“Sure, but I haven’t touched them in years.”
“Go get ’em.”
He went to the closet and in the far left corner, he saw the rumpled outfits, took them out and carried them to her. She was very happy to see them again and said; “Great. Go put yours on.”
He went to the bathroom and followed instructions. He watched himself in the mirror, as he donned the bulky 1940’s dark pinstriped suit, white shirt and sloppy black tie. He particularly liked the dark brown wide-brimmed hat and spent quite some time adjusting it, trying different angle and brim positions, finally settling on a slight cock to the left, with the front brim in a downward position. He noticed a lump in his pants pocket, reached in and retrieved the black plastic luger pistol he had forgotten, filled it with water and returned it to its place. He started to leave, but got an idea that he thought might be funny. He turned the brim entirely down and put it
back on his head. The mirror said that it was indeed funny, but in a stupid way. Mark thought that it was much too early in their re-kindling for him to try anything retarded yet, so he switched back to the previous setting.
She smiled when she saw him and feeling a bit silly himself, he sheepishly smiled back. She carried her outfit to the bathroom. The deep pink vamp dress with a light yellow furry fringe covered her otherwise naked body. She eyed herself in the mirror and decided to open the top three and bottom three large red buttons. She put on the dark opaque stockings, held up by black garters and slipped on the stiletto high heels. She again consulted the mirror, looking at herself from every angle the two by three frame would allow and combed her long blond hair back and tied it in a pony-tail with a rubber band. She slowly exited seeing Mark sitting on the couch facing the other direction.
She said; “I need a private dick. Are you up to the job?”
Mark turned, grinned at her and while fixing on the bottom three open buttons answered; “I’d definitely like to try. I don’t have anything better to do.”
Allison walked over and sat on the couch arm facing him, slightly off balance, her white thighs a foot from his face. He was transfixed and perused the area for blemishes. Finding
none, he said, mock questioningly; “What on earth would you like me to do?”
She slurred her speech to sound street-wise, replying;
“I’ve got a long term problem. Some man is following me around and I think he wants to kill me.”
Mark adopted the same cadence and said; “Look, doll, how do I know that it’s not you trying to kill him and getting a chump to do it for you?”
She adjusted her legs, giving him a different view and said; “Don’t you trust me, honey lover?”
He controlled himself and replied; “I need some proof.”
Not thinking of any verbal reply, she decided that the time for talking was over and retrieved a red plastic derringer water pistol from her unbuttoned top and squirted him in the face a few times. He pulled out his luger and squirted her back. The jumped around the room, at times standing, at times ducking and at times crawling, keeping the liquid barrage going as long as the water lasted. Apparently neither was wounded from the battle, but both were soaking wet. She knocked off his hat and he gently tackled her.
They didn’t put on the television or radio and spent the rest of the sun filled day playing roles from 1940’s noir detective movies, sometimes improvising a role they didn’t fully
recall or didn’t originally like and at times inventing ones they had never seen.
Warren spent the rest of the morning trying to get Connie back in the mood, a role he didn’t play often, consequently resulting in a stiff performance. As she went about her housekeeping grind, he helped and tried to get her laughing, with minimal success. They both had slipped on white robes, while they did the neglected chores, both noticing that they must have looked like a couple of pure believers, ready to present themselves to their maker. They consciously wanted to forget the horrendous thought of burned corpses and by lunch time managed to take turns sitting, while the other satisfied their appetite.
By early evening she felt so well; that she unexpectedly drove to Benito’s Toyota dealership and found him in his small office alone. When he looked up she pulled her light blue dress over her head, revealing a message. It got his interest and she did whatever she knew how to make the evening last, resulting in her being parched before she claimed her drink.
Candy remained in her room looking forward to her next date with Callie, thinking happy thoughts about sunny California, while Shari roamed the neighborhood looking for new friends.