Chapter 15
The cast from the Don Melton Show began gathering at Kiko's before they had finished taping. Some of the singers who were not on camera decided to get there early and take advantage of the free drinks and food that was supplied by ABS.
Bill Pryor and Tom Lee sat at the dimly lit bar and ordered drinks.
"You guys are early. Aren't you in the show this week?" the bartender asked, wiping the dark mahogany bar with a white towel.
"We already did our gig. We pre-recorded this morning. Now we drink!" Bill Pryor said, slamming his hand down on the bar.
"Two martini's coming right up!" the bartender announced, turning to prepare the drinks.
"What are you going to do now that the show is through filming for the season?" Tom Lee asked his friend.
"Same old shit. Unemployment until somebody calls me for a gig. Oh, I'll do some writing and try and sell a few stories to help pay the rent."
"What about yourself, got anything lined up?"
"I may have a summer show, but don't say anything yet. It looks good though. I'll be able to use all my singers if it, happens."
"Let's drink to it happening!" Bill said, raising his frosted glass.
The two friends clinked their glasses together, then tasted the cool, refreshing bitterness of the martini.
Ginny and Nancy entered the bar. They looked around, then chose a booth in the corner.
"Send those two girls over a drink," Bill Pryor told the bartender.
The dancers are through, it won't be long 'till this place will be jumpin'! " Tom Lee observed.
The two men sat in silence, enjoying the relaxation of the cocktail hour. They each ordered two more of the same and sipped the clear white liquid while they waited for the others to arrive.
There were high pitched voices that entered the bar. Bill looked around and saw the male dancers looking for a secluded booth.
"Hi Bernie. What's happenin'? " Bill asked, turning slightly to see the dancer.
"Nothin' much sweets. Meet Rodney, he's my new old man," Bernie spoke with a grin. He introduced him to a young, good looking man about twenty one.
"Nice meetin' you Rodney. Where you all livin' now?"
"Oh, we have a nice place up in the Hollywood hills. Drop up sometime, and we'll have a party."
"I will," Bill answered, smiling at the two gentlemen.
Bernie and his friend left to join the other dancers.
"That Bernie always has a good looking husband. He must be somethin' else!"
"I know. He's a neat guy, and I like working with him. He's always happy. Oh, look! Here come the writers ... the show must be over," Tom observed, looking at the entrance of Kiko's.
The writers all huddled together in the doorway, looking for a booth. They moved in a group to a large round booth, large enough for all of them to sit in. The head writer sat in the middle
One of the writers lingered behind. He found a large statue of Santa Claus the management left sitting on the cigarette machine year round. He turned around and unzipped his pants. He picked up the Santa and turned him upside down and stuck his head down into his crotch, leaving the feet, legs and body dangling out of his pants. He lit a huge cigar and walked to the bar and ordered a martini. With the cigar in one hand and the martini in the other, and with poor Santa sticking out of his fly, he walked around nonchalantly, introducing himself to the rest of the guests.
"Hi, I'm Pat Scales, what's your name?" he asked Bill Pryor.
"Bill Pryor ... who's your friend down there?"
"Oh, just a little something I brought along to suck while I enjoy the party. How you doin' down there?" the tall writer asked, looking at the ridiculous Santa sticking out of his crotch. "MMMMppphhhhh!" the writer imitated. "Oh, fine, just keep suckin'! " he said, walking to another group of people.
"Hi, I'm Pat Scales, what's your name?" he asked Ginny and Nancy.
"That guy is really out of it!" Tom observed. I thought you and I were sick, but wow! I think he needs some help."
"He just got here. Wait 'till he gets drunk! Look out! It's 'get the women and children off the street' time ... and the group singers and everybody! He's a wild man!" Bill replied, watching him go from table to table. "Everybody has their thing!"
The room suddenly filled with musicians, actors, more dancers and technical crew from the Don Melton Show.
"Two more martini's, George," Bill ordered. He was beginning to feel the drinks. His forehead was numb and his lips tingled.
"You're gonna get me outa my fuckin' mind!" Tom spoke, rubbing his mouth. "Those deep-dish drinks are too much for me! I'll eat soon and be alright."
"Sure," Bill said, patting his friend on the back.
They had been friends for many years and they really enjoyed each other's company, especially when they were drinking together.
David Alan arrived. He went straight to the bar and sat with Tom and Bill.
"Whew, it's all over!" he sighed, sitting down to relax. "Yeah, I'll have the same. Make it dry!" he spoke to the bartender.
"Got anything lined up for tonight?" Tom asked David.
"Not yet. I started to, but decided not to, just come on over and see what goodies there are here," he answered, lighting his pipe. He felt tired and exhausted after the season was over. There were so many problems to deal with besides the music and arranging that wore him out. The drink tasted good when he sipped the cool liquid. "Shit! That's heaven!"
"You're not kiddin', " Bill replied, also taking a sip from his third martini.
Smoke and Ina entered the smoke-filled bar. They looked around and found a booth in the corner. They ordered their drinks and sat quietly, staring at each other.
"That Smoke fucks everything goin' and comin'! " Bill said, looking at the couple.
"So would you, if they'd let you," Tom answered.
"You're fuckin' right!"
Bob Howard, the director of the Don Melton Show entered Kiko's. He looked around and walked up to the bar.
"Hello David, Tom, Bill. How's everything?" he asked, standing behind David Alan.
"Party's gettin' goin', " Tom offered. "Let me buy you a drink."
"I thought they were free," Bob asked.
"They are, that's why I'm buyin'! "
Bob laughed. "Have you seen Ginny? She didn't wait for me tonight."
"Yeah, she's right over there with Nancy," Tom pointed to the two dancers.
"Yeah, excuse me. I want to talk to her," Bob said, leaving the bar.
Bill looked at the director going toward Ginny and remembered his comment this afternoon when they had been in the portable dressing room together. He hadn't known they were inside and he had pretty well insulted her, Bill remembered. He might just get the shit beat out of him!
"Hi Ginny, Nancy. Why didn't you wait for me after the show?" Bob asked, sitting down with the two girls.
Ginny was quiet. She looked down at her purse, which she grasped tightly with her right hand.
"Well?" the director asked, a little indignant.
"I heard what you said today about 'just taking me out to fuck me.' I'm pissed. If I were you, I'd go someplace else to find a woman to fuck!" Ginny hissed, looking down at her purse.
"Ah, I knew you were in there, I was just kiddin' you!"
"Then why didn't you wake me up. I missed run-through," she said, thinking back to what would have happened if he had knocked.
"I am a busy man, Ginny, and can't keep up with every dancer that can't be on time." Bob was annoyed at having been found out. He tried to cover his mistake with authority.
"You're a mother fucker, is what you are!" Ginny screamed, hitting Bob in the head with her purse. "You lyin' bastard!"
Bob tried to get away from her but couldn't. She held him with her left and hit him with her right.
"Atta girl, Ginny. Let 'em have it!" one of the crew members yelled out. He was a camera man, about thirty five and large. His shoulders were broad and he had scars around his face from fighting. This last show had been a little much for him. He had taken about all he could from the director and now that his girl friend was beating on him, he couldn't resist making remarks.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Earl!" Bob yelled back to him, while he tried to protect himself from a barrage of purse poundings.
"Yeah, you wanta make me do that?" Earl yelled back. He was under contract to ABS, not the Don Melton Show particularly, so didn't care about the chain of command on this particular show.
Bob was humiliated. His girl friend was beating him with her purse and an inferior camera man was insulting. He took the only way out he figured would save face and stood up, then went to the booth where Earl was sitting and hit him in the side of the head.
Earl jumped up like a fox and began swinging rights and lefts to the director. Bob was tall and pretty tough himself. He fought back toe to toe with the camera man.
Everyone in the place started to shout for the one they wanted to win. The whole restaurant turned into a mass of yelling bystanders.
Ginny jumped up from the booth and began swinging her purse at Earl. She had suddenly changed sides and wanted her boy friend for herself.
"I'll do that!" she yelled, swinging her purse wildly at the bewildered camera man. "You leave him alone! I'll beat the shit out of him my own self!"
Earl backed off and the fight ended. Bob looked at him with hate in his eyes, ready for more, but realized that that was enough.
Bob walked briskly to the men's room, which was around the bar. Everyone in the place looked at his bloody face as he went by their tables and booths. Some of the women sighed in horror.
Bill Pryor had to go to the toilet. He got up in a semi-stupor from his martini's and followed Bob into the men's room.
"Boy, she sure beat the shit outa you," he commented, standing with his cock out, taking a leak.
"Shut up!" Bob hissed, washing the blood from his face.
Bill respected this remark from a man who had been publicly insulted and finished his toilet, then started to leave the wash room.
Ginny entered. Her eyes were glassy with anger. She ran past Bill and began beating on Bob's back, pushing him into the walls around the commode. She hit him in the back and sides as she screamed obscenities. Bill got out of the men's room and returned to the bar.
"She's beatin' the shit outa him again!" he announced, walking to his bar stool. "Jesus! What a party!"
The bartender jumped over the bar and ran to the men's room. The whole place was a clamor of excitement.
Pat Scales walked by with the Santa still in his crotch. He smiled, drinking a martini and smoking another long cigar.
"Love! That's what it is. It has to be true love!"
Someone put a quarter in the juke box and swinging music filled the air. Everyone started to be happy again as the atmosphere changed.
Dana and Cynthia came into the restaurant. They looked around for a moment and found a table.
"Hi Dana!" Bill Pryor yelled across the noisy room.
"Hi yourself!" he called back.
Cynthia sat by Dana and curled her toe around his trouser leg. She clasped his hand and leaned against his shoulder.
"Damn! You're comfortable!" Dana remarked, enjoying the closeness of Cynthia's body next to his. "You fit me like an old glove."
"Good. Wait 'til you see how I fit you later. MMMMMNNN!" she held her mouth closed and moaned sensuously. She leaned close to Dana and kissed his ear. She breathed in it and stuck her tongue inside, wallowing it around to excite him.
"Shit! You're gonna get me all horny now and we'll miss the party!" Dana said, smiling as he pulled away. There were several people watching him and he felt embarrassed. He patted her hand and looked down at the table.
Bob Howard came out of the men's room and stood at the bar. His face was clean, but there was still a look of anxiety in his eyes as he ordered a drink. He was too nervous to sit down. He stood, glaring at the people who stared at him, daring someone to make a remark.
"He looks like he's about ready to snap," Bill Pryor said as he watched Bob Howard.
"Yeah, he's pretty up-tight," Tom answered.
Bill and Tom watched as Bob downed his drink, then walked briskly to where Nancy was sitting. He talked to her a moment, then grabbed her by the arm and almost pulled her out of the booth. They left Kiko's together.
"Cave-man style!" Bill said, laughing. "What a party!"
Bill watched Cynthia reach for Dana's crotch. She rubbed it gently, making Dana nervous. Dana looked around wildly and saw Bill staring at him. Bill looked away nonchalantly.
Cynthia was so horny she couldn't wait much longer. She held onto Dana's hard-on and rubbed the medium-sized muscle as it quivered in his pants. She put her breast on his arm and began to rub the tit against Dana, breathing in his ear as she moved her body about.
"Gonna pick up somethin'? " Tom asked Bill.
"You know, I think I'm gonna go home and try to patch things up with my old lady. She's a good chick and we've both been at fault," Bill said, downing his last drink. "In fact, I'm gonna leave now, before I get into somethin' bad," he said, rising.
"Groovy! Tell her hello for me," Tom said, shaking Bill's hand.
"Good night all!" Bill said as he left the crowded bar.
Smoke looked at Ina over the flame of the yellow candle. He thought back over the day's events and it made him tired. He looked at Ina's body and he felt a little better. He smiled to himself and figured that he may as well make it a triple for the day. It didn't happen often that you ball three times in one day. So, he may as well take advantage of it. He reached over and put his hand on Ina's cheek.
"Let's go to my place, Smoke. I have lots of records and plenty to drink," Ina said, holding onto his hand.
"Groovy! Let's split," Smoke said, rising from the chair. "Good night, everybody!" he called out as the couple left the bar.
David Alan looked at Tom Lee.
"You gonna stay awhile?"
"I don't think so. Think I'll go home before I get into trouble," Tom answered, gulping down the last of his martini.
"You're a smart man. So am I. Let's go," David said, rising from the bar stool.
The two men waved their goodbyes and left the restaurant.
Cynthia was about to rape Dana. She had her tongue in his ear and was masturbating him while she moved her legs together to rub her clitoris.
"Let's go, Cynthia," Dana said, pulling away from the sensuous woman that clung to him.
Dana waved to a few people who saw him leave. He led Cynthia through the parking lot. On the way, they passed Bob Howard's car and looked inside. Bob had his pants off and was on top of Nancy, humping away.
"Jesus! Right here in the parking lot!" Dana said, half embarrassed.
"Why not?" Cynthia replied, reaching down and holding onto his penis as they walked.
Dana opened the door for Cynthia, then went around and got in on the driver's side. He reached for the ignition and she held his hand back.
"I have wanted this thing all day ... and I'm gonna have it now!" Cynthia said, unzipping Dana's trousers. She pulled the joint out of his trousers and began rubbing it with her hand ... up and down.
Dana could stand no more. He succumbed to her advances and lay back, watching her perform her marvelous talents. He pushed forward as she took off his pants and shorts. Her mouth went to his knee, licking the hair and skin, making his leg wet. She licked higher up toward his crotch. Dana thought he would scream with pleasure as she reached his testicles and put them in her mouth and began to suck. He leaned back and enjoyed the tantalizing sensation of his balls in a warm, wet mouth. He moaned as she began to lick the sides of his cock. He closed his eyes and swam in the ecstasy she was offering him.
Then it happened. The crown, then the sides of his penis were swallowed by her mouth. He could stand no more and blasted his wad into her throat as she sucked and swallowed the hot sperm into her body.
"Damn!" Dana sighed, as he watched Cynthia finish giving him head. "I'm sure glad I'm a member of David Alan's orchestra!"