Chapter 6
Dana entered the rehearsal hall and stood over to one side, watching the activity. The dancers were flying around the room in the midst of a production number. He spotted Dick Kenny and went over to talk with him. Dick was leaning on the piano watching the dance number. The singers were behind the piano, singing Dick's lyrics to the special material he had written for the Don Melton Show.
Dana walked up to Dick and stood next to the huge man.
"Dick, David said it would be alright if I used your office this afternoon. I have this chick and we wanted a place in the building to make it. David gave me the key, and I wanted to know if it was alright with you."
Dick looked at Dana contemptuously. "Why don't you get a dressing room. I need our office to work in."
"All the dressing rooms are full. I already asked," Dana said in a pleading tone of voice. "She gets a break at three and I wanted to used it then, if I could. We won't be long, cuz she has to go back to work."
"I don't like the idea of our room being used as a place to hang out. I hate to start something like this, Dana. I'd rather you went somewhere else. Ask one of the dancers."
"I did and they are using them for quick changes. I'll only be a few minutes, Dick. I'm not moving in, besides, how many times have I asked you to borrow your room ... not once." Dana moved closer to the fat writer. "Please, Dick, just for a few minutes around three?"
"Alright, but don't let it become a habit," Dick said, disgustedly.
"Thanks a million, Dick. I knew you'd come through for me!" Dana turned and left the rehearsal hall. He held the key in his hand, looking at it. He was anxious for three o'clock. He couldn't wait!
Dana looked at his watch. It was ten minutes until three. He went to the hall outside Cynthia's office and looked through the glass window. He saw her sitting at her desk typing. Dana pushed the door open shyly and got her attention.
"I'll wait here for you, out in the hall," he called out, trying not to be noticed by anyone else in the office. He wouldn't want to get Cynthia into any trouble.
Cynthia smiled and picked up her purse and left.
"You got off early," Dana said, reaching for her hand.
"I spend so much time in that office that ten minutes isn't going to make any difference. Besides, I want to be with you."
This made Dana feel very proud. He smiled as they held hands, walking down the hall to the elevator.
The ancient apparatus creaked and wobbled all the way down to the first floor. The smell of oil was so strong that Dana couldn't smell the sweet perfume Cynthia was wearing.
Cynthia was quiet. The elevator chugged to a stop and the door opened. The couple exited into the hall. She looked around at all the sets and projection equipment on the first floor. There was a piano painted pink with a desert scene on the back. She had seen it on one of the shows.
"Oh, look!" she pointed to the musical instrument. "I saw that on the Don Melton Show. Isn't that something?"
Dana shrugged. He looked around and hoped that no one had heard her.
"Yeah, that's a player piano. You know, a honky tonk piano. They use it on a lotof the shows. Come on this way," he said, taking her by the arm and leading her to David and Dick's office. He put the key in and opened the heavy metal door, then turned on the light. It was empty. Dana felt nervous as he closed the door and looked at Cynthia. He had been away from females for so long that it made him nervous again to think about what was going to happen. He blushed slightly as he walked across to the couch.
Cynthia sat down and looked around. "Where are we?"
"This is David Alan's office. He let me use it for awhile."
"Really! David Alan comes here and works?" she asked incredulously.
"Sure. He has for over ten years now. He sits right at that piano and does most of the arrangements for the show."
"I'd love to meet him sometime. Do you suppose that would be possible?"
"Sure, I'll introduce you to him. Only don't act too affected. He hates people who make over him. He's pretty shy."
"You would never know that. When he's conducting he looks like he loves being in front of people. My goodness, he's shy," she mused.
"Tonight is our last show for the season and we're having a party across the street at Kiko's. Would you like to go with me there? I'll introduce you to him at the party."
"I'd love to! Just think, me going to the closing party of the Don Melton Show ... with a member of David Alan's orchestra!" Cynthia was almost overcome by this thought. She lay back on the couch and smiled, repeating what she had just said.
Dana leaned back with her. He put his head on her shoulder, not knowing what else to do. His breathing came in quick, fast gasps. His penis began to harden, exciting his desire for this beautiful woman.
Cynthia suddenly remembered the situation and got her mind back to reality. "Oh, Dana, I'm sorry. We don't have much time and I'm talking about going to a party." She turned and kissed the aging violin player. She could tell by his breathing that it wouldn't take long for him to reach his climax.
"I'm so hot, I think I can come in my pants. You are such a very attractive woman and I'm such an old man. Why are you with me? You could have gotten one of the younger men in the orchestra."
"I didn't meet any other members of David Alan's orchestra ... I met you. Now, I want you ... do you want me?" she asked, with her open mouth leaned forward to meet his. Her soft lips touched his and she began to kiss him passionately.
Dana turned and put his arms on Cynthia's shoulders, moving his mouth in sort of a rhythm with hers. His tongue felt hers enter his mouth. A thrill of excitement passed along his spine. She had french-kissed him! His ego welled up inside of him bringing out his adventurous nature once again. He reached for one of her breasts and held it a moment, then began to move his hand around on the mound of flesh, hopefully to excite Cynthia. His hard-on started to hurt it had grown to such proportions. Her soft tit in his hand and her sensuous mouth moving and sucking as she kissed him was almost more than he could stand. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he continued to make love.
Cynthia reached for his penis and rubbed it, then searched knowingly for the zipper and pulled it down. His hard cock spilled out of his pants into her hands. It was hard and felt good. She wanted it inside her badly as she pulled and pushed on the skinny shaft.
"Oh, Dana. Let's do it," she said, moving to a sitting position. "You're sure no one will come in and catch us if we take our clothes off?"
"We don't have to get undressed all the way. I'd hate to be all naked if someone did forget and come back," he said, unbuttoning his belt.
"I hate to make it with my clothes on. I want to rub my breasts on your body and feel your skin next to mine," Cynthia spoke, exciting Dana even more. She pulled up her skirt and slipped her panties off, then lay on her back and spread her legs.
Dana took a deep breath and stared at the gaping hole. He hadn't looked at a snatch this close in so many years he hated to think about it. The lips parted, inviting him to stick his instrument inside her. He took off his pants and shorts, then climbed on top of Cynthia. Her warm body met his willingly as she grabbed his hard-on and began to work it inside her. Her hands felt good to his throbbing joint ... they felt warm and rubbery against his stretchy skin.
"Oh, you feel good inside me!" she whispered, working her hips to take in more of his erection.
"And you feel good to me too, Cynthia," Dana panted, as he humped away at the beautiful woman underneath.
The telephone rang.
Dana pulled out of her and stood up. "What's that?"
"The telephone, silly. Answer it, it might be
David telling you he's coming back," Cynthia said, pulling up her panties and pushing her skirt down.
"But what if it isn't?" he asked, dumbly.
"Well, answer it and find out ... Jesus, Dana," Cynthia grew impatient with his lack of control.
"He-hello," he stuttered.
Cynthia handed his trousers and shorts to him while he talked. She reached down and lifted one of his legs and put the shorts over his foot. She lifted the other leg and Dana almost fell. He grabbed hold of her back to steady himself. Cynthia slipped the other part of the shorts over his other foot, then tried to pull them up. Dana was standing on part of the material and she couldn't budge his underwear.
"Move!" she spat out with him still leaning on her back. He was getting heavy.
"Yes. We'll be out in five minutes, if I can hang up and get dressed," he said, with a look of horror on his face. He couldn't get his balance with Cynthia pulling on his foot. Slowly, ever so slowly he held onto her back and they both fell to the floor. Dana still with the receiver in his hands as he lay on top of Cynthia.
Cynthia's hair was a mess. He had slid over her head and ruined her hair do. She looked at Dana with a frown and tried to get up. She couldn't. He was still talking on the goddamn phone!
"The producer, David and Dick are on their way here. Hurry and get dressed and let's go!" Dana spoke quickly, trying to get to his feet. He stood on Cynthia's skirt as he stood. She pulled it out from beneath him, sending him down head first on the floor.
"I am dressed," Cynthia replied. "You're the one that's running around here like a chicken with his head cut off."
Dana jumped up quickly and ran into the wall. His shorts had fallen down around his ankles and tripped him. He rubbed his nose, then reached down and pulled up his shorts. They were the old boxer style and he looked strange standing there with baggy shorts on with suspenders down around his long socks.
"Here's your pants," Cynthia threw the trousers to him. He caught them and tried to put them on.
"Shit!" Dana muttered, dancing around on one foot trying to put his leg through the hole of his trousers.
"You are about the most un-coordinated person I've ever met." Cynthia went to his rescue. "Here, let me steady you," she said, holding his shoulders.
Dana was in a full panic. He rammed his foot into the seat of his pants, pushing his foot through the material with a loud "Rip!"
"Oh, my God! What next!" he panted, pulling his leg back through the large hold in his pants.
There was a key inserted into the door. The rattling sound that Dana had feared ... was happening. They were already there and here he was with his pants down ... with a woman!
"Quick! Under there!" he pointed to a large steel desk where Dick worked. "I'll get under this one!" he cried, diving under David Alan's desk. There was an opening at one end of the desks, the other end was solid, so they couldn't be seen ... hopefully.
Sid, David and Dick entered the small office. David looked around quickly and was relieved to find Dana supposedly gone.
"Did you get your contract renewed, David?" Sid asked, closing the door.
"Yes, my manager called right after lunch and told me it was renewed for another year," David said, sitting at his desk. His heart leaped to his throat when he looked under his feet and saw Dana hiding there. He smiled and tried not to act obvious. He looked quickly to Dick's desk and ... sure enough, there was the girl. They hadn't made it. Not that Sid would care, it was just that Dana would probably have a partial stroke if he were discovered by the producer.
Dick sat down and didn't see the girl. He was too fat to sit at his desk and put his feet under the normal way, so he sat sideways with a typewriter to the side.
"How 'bout you, Dick, hear anything about next year?" Sid asked, a note of concern in his voice.
"I'll hear from my agent sometime today, I hope. I've been here a long time and see no reason for my option not to be picked up. Why, Sid, you sound worried."
"I think I smell a rat. I usually have the new contract at least three weeks before the last show. This time, nothing. Not even a word and Don as been acting strangely all day. He isn't playing our usual cat and mouse game. He's different."
"I didn't notice anything myself. Same old Don," Dick said, compassion in his voice for the producer. "I wouldn't worry, Sid, you know how unpredictable he is."
"Yeah, Sid, don't worry. You'll be renewed, I feel sure," David agreed.
"I would hate to be dumped after all these years. A man gets used to a certain life style and without the financial security of a job like this one, it could get rough." Sid sounded worried. He liked his position on the show and would hate to lose his job.
"Don is a funny man. You never know how to take him. I know how he fires his head writer every two years ... and I can't figure that out. Looks like he would like to keep a winner ... as long as the show stays in the top ten ... and it always has," David said, staying close to his desk. Sid wasn't too far away and could see him if he didn't sit close.
"You going to the party tonight, Sid?" Dick asked.
"Sure, I'll be there. The producer has to be there. You never saw Don show up at one, though."
"I know. He never goes to the party he throws for the cast. Looks like he would like to mingle a little with all us peasants," David said, edging closer to his desk. Sid was walking around while he talked and getting dangerously close to discovering Dana under his desk. David glanced back down underneath and saw that he had no pants on! Wouldn't he shit if I asked him what he was doing under my desk! Poor Dana. He looked like an abandoned child that way! David had to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Dick asked, looking at David. "I'm looking for some new material. Let me in on it!"
"Oh, nothing. Something just struck me funny," David said, then continued laughing aloud.
"Jesus! Something did strike you funny! Let us in on it, Dave. Be a good guy, what's so funny?" Dick said, his curiosity straining to be satisfied.
David looked down and saw Dana's bare ass and he bellowed with laughter. Dana looked like one of those Gooks he had seen during the war. He was naked and squatting like that! He couldn't restrain himself any longer and became almost hysterical.
"Boy, are you a drag. Isn't he rude, Sid? Laughing like that and won't tell us?" Dick was about half angry with Dave for not telling him the joke.
"It's nothing! Really! Just something that struck me funny." His laughter subsided a little, then he looked at the girl under Dick's desk. She had a look of complete horror in her eyes as she watched Dave. Her arms were stretched around her knees and she looked absurd. Dave began laughing again.
"Well, I think I'll leave on that one," Sid said, turning to leave. "If you're at the party, I'll see you then. And, Dave ... do me a favor ... cheer up, will you?" he said, leaving the room.
When Sid left, Dave put his head down on his desk and continued laughing. He looked once more at Dana's bare ass and laughed until tears came to his eyes.
"What the fuck are you laughing at Dave, come on, tell me you slimuck!" Dick said, unconsciously joining in the laughter. Dave's giggle was contagious and he couldn't help but begin to laugh. "Tell me what the fuck I'm laughing at, then."
"Oh, shit! I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." Dave pushed his chair back and blew his nose. "Look under here," he said, pointing down to the frightened violin player.
"You son of a bitch!" Dana spat at him, crawling out from under the desk. He was beet red, but with a silly smile on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing down there?" Dick asked, looking at the frightened man. "I thought you left before..."
"We didn't make it, I couldn't get my pants on."
"Yeah, he couldn't get..." Cynthia said, underneath Dick's desk.
"Oh, my God!" Dick jumped out of his chair and looked under his desk. "What in the world is going on?" he was both frightened, but amused.
"Violin players aren't very well coordinated," Cynthia said, climbing out from under Dick's feet.
"I thought I'd shit when Sid was here," Dave said, laughing. "You looked so funny under there!"
"Go ahead and have your laugh. I was the dumb shit that couldn't get it together. Scared the shit outa me when I heard that key in the door."
"Yeah, he fell down," Cynthia said dryly. She looked around at David and Dick.
"Oh, fellows, meet Cynthia. She's my new friend," Dana said to the two men.
"Jesus, Dana, with a friend like you ... who need enemies!" Dick said in a laugh. "I'll bet you like going places with this guy again. Romantic, isn't he, and a laugh a minute!"
"I think he's nice, even though he falls down a lot," Cynthia said, putting her arm through Dana's. "Here, love, let me help you put your pants on."