Chapter 9
Once that Mike finished wolfing down breakfast, he felt the need of a nap.
The jet lag was starting to weigh on him from all the miles he had traveled the day before and all the various time zones that he had passed through. He slept soundly for almost two hours, by which time it was early afternoon.
Doris wanted to fix her son some lunch once that he had arisen from his nap, but Mike begged off, explaining that he was still plenty full as a result of all the food he had gulped down at breakfast.
What Mike desired more than anything was to get out of the house. Events were spinning just too rapidly in his brain for him to be able to fully absorb. He wondered just how long he would be passionately drawn to his own mother and desire to dominate her in the way that he had been doing since his arrival home. Just being in her presence was enough to consistently cause his penis to swell, and he kept constantly thinking about her smooth twisting ass cheeks and the way that he had commandingly taken charge of her by driving his stiff fingers toward her ripe buttocks, spanking her with resounding impact time and again.
Mike wanted badly to get out of the house, but hated the prospect of his mother concluding as much. He decided on a tactful approach.
"How's my Mustang, Mom?" he asked.
"It's in good shape, my dear. I drive it every now and then to keep the engine warm and it has almost a full tank of gas in it. You see, I did the shopping in it yesterday and filled up the tank in expectation of your return."
"Thank you. I sure could use a ride in it. See some of my old haunts."
"Why don't you go out, dear. I was just getting ready to sun myself at the pool and take a swim. Certainly. A drive would be just the thing for you."
"Thanks for filling up the tank."
"Don't mention it."
"I'll see you later, Mom."
"Goodbye, Mike, and have a good time."
Mike got into his red Mustang, which he had taken such good care of through the years, driving toward the nearest freeway. As he lost his thoughts in his driving, admiring the early afternoon sun on a relatively smogless day, it did not even dawn on him at first just where he was heading. The next thing he knew, Mike found himself approaching Hollywood, upon which he knew where he was destined to end up.
He got off the freeway at Sunset Boulevard and headed out to the Sunset Strip. Many times he had frequented a beer bar just off Sunset Boulevard, both during the time that he had been in the Army and was home on leave as well before he had enlisted. Mike wondered if there had been any fundamental changes that had occurred there in the months that had elapsed since his last visit there.
As he swung his Mustang into the parking lot and got out, Mike noticed that the light blue paint on the building was a little more chipped than the last time. Other than that it looked the same on the outside, with the same garish purple sign advertising BEER in bold letters and, next to it, a proclamation in gold: "The sexiest dancers in town."
The place was dark inside, just like always, with psychedelic lights beaming on and off. Mike eased onto an empty barstool, taking a quick survey by jerking his head right then left, recognizing that, apart from the bartender, he was the only person in the place.
When the stocky, broad-shouldered bartender with the long brown hair moved into view, Mike smiled with immediate recognition.
"How you doin', Lou?" Mike greeted the bartender with a smile.
"I'll be damned," Lou's eyes lit up excitedly. "Either this is Mike Ferguson or my eyes are playing tricks on me."
"No, your eyes are okay."
Mike stood up and shook hands warmly with the friendly bartender. Lou Petrocelli hadn't changed in the past few months. A big smile spread itself across Lou's face for several moments, after which he motioned his customer to sit back down.
"The first beer's on me," Lou said.
"Good enough. As long as I can buy you the next one."
"Sure thing. So you're out of the Army."
"That's right."
"How does it feel to be a free man again."
"I don't know. I haven't had enough time to get used to it."
Lou laughed. He drew Mike a full glass of draught beer, which he promptly set down in front of him.
"How's business?" Mike asked after drawing a long sip from his glass.
"It's been darned good. Picking up all the time."
"You'd never know it now," Mike said, gesturing sweepingly through the empty room.
"These guys come in in shifts," Lou said excitedly. "The lunch crowd just left. Two, three hours from now they'll start getting off of work and they'll pack the place. I'm telling you, it's been great."
"Glad to hear it. You were complaining before. What's made the difference?"
"Right over there," he grinned.
Mike turned his head, craned his neck, and stared in the direction of a shapely young female with light brown hair who was slowly climbing the rickety wooden stairs leading up to a dancer's cage in the middle of the large room. Lou adjusted the psychedelic lights that hung above the cage, brightening them. The sensuous brunette was attired in a canary yellow robe. Even though it was drawn tightly around her body, Mike easily observed her voluptuous proportions, which caused him to begin nervously wiggling in his stool as his nervous cock started to instantly harden.
"Who's that?" Mike asked gaspingly.
"Her name's Cindy Bell. She's been working here just a little over a month, and it's sure made a hell of a difference in receipts.
"I'll bet. Nice construction."
"Yeah. Funny thing. Guys like nice construction with their beer."
"I guess we all have a little of the Frank Lloyd Wright in us, Lou," Mike chuckled.
"Sure. More like Marquis de Sade. Or at least Casanova."
"Did you hire her?"
"Yeah. Funny thing, but I've known her about two years. It took that long to coax her into working here."
"How'd you manage to swing it?" Mike asked, grinning suggestively.
"Not the way you think, dammit. She was working as a secretary for less than half of what she's making here. I kept telling her that she could make a lot here, but she said she hated the idea of all these strange guys ogling her. She's really a pretty shy girl at heart. It wasn't until times got tough at the office where she was working and she got laid off that she agreed to come here and go to work."
"I can't imagine any boss laying her off no matter how tough times were."
"I didn't explain what I meant by times being tough. They got tough for her because she wouldn't bed down with the boss. He was a married guy and had the hots for her from the beginning. She kept turning him down and he put up with it quite a while. For one thing he couldn't complain about her work because Cindy's always been a conscientious kid. But finally he just let her know that she had to play ball or else. He even patted her on the ass so she'd get the point."
"But she didn't like it."
'To say the least. She slapped him in the face. He fired her right then and there."
"And his loss became your gain."
"Something like that."
Just then Cindy eased out of her canary yellow robe, causing Mike to squirm once more. Beneath it her tall, sensuous form was clad in a scanty, tightly-fitting gold bikini with silver sequins that showed off every curvaceous line of her appetizing form. Her breasts, which constantly tugged at the restraining material of her skimpy bikini tops, were large and perfectly shaped, staring out in Mike's direction like two juicy, delicious melons. Her stomach ovaled to trim precision and her long, flowing legs were sleekly sensuous, rounded off by exquisitely-tapered ankles. Mike also noticed Cindy's firmly rounded buttocks, after which he took a long, concentrated look at her face. She possessed a pair of dreamy, saucer-like brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with inner excitement that desired to express itself beyond the maze of superficial tranquility. He also liked her high cheekbones, finely-chiseled, the silky texture of her creamy white skin, and her pair of richly sensuous, thick red lips.
A loud rock selection began blaring from the speaker unit as Cindy began to symmetrically weave her jaunty, well-shaped ass-cheeks to the tune of the music. Mike's ever hardening rubbery-tipped prick kept reacting to each grinding movement of her wiggling ass cheeks and twisting tits while the music blared. Mike did not move a muscle during the entire selection, watching with rapt attention as the beautiful Cindy kept grinding through her movements.
When the music stopped, Cindy eased her body into a chair at the edge of the platform.
"Does this Cindy have a regular guy?" Mike leaned over and asked Lou moments after the tune ended.
"As a piece of advice from a friend, I'd stay away from this one, Mike, except to watch her, of course."
"Why's that?"
"I really don't know what she does on her own time and I'd be afraid to ever ask. She's a damned independent girl. All I know is that any of the guys who've tried to approach her here have been put down, and the harder they try the harder that she puts them down. She can be a tough little gal when she wants to be."
"She sounds like quite a challenge," Mike smiled, promptly ordering another beer.
"Just don't say I didn't warn you," Lou shook his head.
Mike resumed his drinking. He knew fully well that he'd never leave the bar he had at least made an attempt to get to know Cindy. The music resumed and Cindy once more went through her sensuous routine, grinding her rhythmic hips and flinging her perfectly-tapered smooth ivory legs to the accompaniment of the deafening rock sounds.
The more beers that Mike had, the quicker that he lost track of time. After he had consumed about five, he slowed up his pace, coasting as he continued being hypnotized by the superbly graceful movements of the statuesque brown-haired beauty in the breathlessly revealing bikini.
Eventually the bar began to fill up, just as Lou had told Mike that it would, and every now and then Mike would scan the faces of the other men at the bar, observing the expressions of total lust which stood out with clarity.
As Cindy continued to dance by the hour, Mike could not help but be impressed by her energy as she never missed a beat, continuing to grind her superbly proportioned hips and buttocks with captivating sensuality and perfectly timed rhythm. Mike also noticed the beads of perspiration which formed on Cindy's face and stomach under the telltale glare of the lights. The more she perspired the easier it was for Mike to envision grinding his cock with devastating ecstasy into the beautiful jewel that rested between her legs.
"How long does her shift last, Lou?" Mike asked at one point.
"She's nearing the end of it. She's got less than an hour to go."
"Warning or not, I've got to at least meet this girl."
"Okay, okay," Lou shook his head. "I don't blame you for trying. She is one heck of a lot of woman. She's got to talk to me at the end of her shift. I'll introduce you to her, but, believe me, friend, that's all I can do for you."
"I realize that," Mike smiled. "Thanks, Lou."
Mike waited pensively, finishing another beer before Cindy's shift finally ended. By then the bar was only moderately populated since a good many of the earlier customers had gone home for dinner.
Eventually the music stopped and Cindy, rather than sitting down and resting as she had been up to then between numbers, instead slowly slipped on her canary yellow robe, then descended the wooden steps and began walking toward Mike. She looked completely past him, seemingly never noticing any of the hungry leering males who stared in her direction. She sat down in an empty stool several places away from Mike. Lou set a cup of coffee in front of Cindy, then began talking with her. As they discussed business for the next few minutes, Mike's heart began to palpitate with mounting anxiety at the prospect of meeting the beautiful Cindy, whose cool, calculating expression never once changed during the discussion with Lou.
Eventually Lou looked over toward Mike, motioning for him to join himself and Cindy.
Mike's entire body stiffened and his crotch became overwhelmed with tense passion as he sat down next to Cindy.
"Cindy, thought I'd introduce you to Mike Ferguson, a friend of mine and a very good customer," Lou began nervously. Mike immediately detected the main reason for Lou's nervousness. Cindy had shot him a look of disgust, ostensibly for bringing a man over to meet her. "Mike just got back from Korea and he wanted to personally tell you how much he enjoyed your dancing."
Lou moved away at that point, discreetly exercising the opportunity to bow out and chat with two male customers at the other end of the bar.
Cindy appraised Mike for several long seconds, saying nothing. Her searching expression made Mike feel a little uncomfortable.
"I did enjoy your dancing very much," he finally began. "You have a beautiful sense of rhythm."
"You just came back from Korea?" Cindy asked suddenly, completely ignorning Mike's compliment.
"That's right. I was just discharged from Uncle Sam's Army."
"Oh, you were stationed over there."
"Yes. Have you ever been there?"
"No. I was just wondering what took you there."
"Let's talk about you instead of me," Mike grinned, hoping that the coversation was moving out of its initial rough stages.
"Nothing to tell," Cindy shrugged, beginning to rise from her stool. "Nice meeting you. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to the dressing room and change."
"Don't rush off," Mike exclaimed in a wounded tone.
"I've got things to do."
"Why don't you let me buy you a beer?"
"I never drink the stuff."
"Okay, then I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Whatever you like."
"You are persistent."
"You won't even have a cup of coffee with a soldier who just got discharged from the Army."
"Oh, all right. I'll meet you across the street at the restaurant for a cup of coffee. But nothing more. Understand."
"You've got a deal."
Mike waited in a booth toward the back of the twenty-four hour restaurant across the street from the bar. He was just starting his second cup of coffee when Cindy walked in wearing a bright red dress. Every male eye in the place followed her as she looked around, spotted Mike, then joined him in his booth.
The conversation went badly for Mike as they sipped coffee. Cindy had very little to say about herself, and Mike found that he was stumbling a good deal when it came to talking about himself. Cindy got up from the table after finishing one cup of coffee. Ever so dejectedly Mike followed her toward the door after paying for the coffee. He felt as if he had completely struck out and couldn't help but recall how his friend Lou had warned him against pursuing Cindy.
As they walked into the parking lot, where both of their cars were parked, Cindy interrupted the silence.
"You didn't ask a lot of fool questions and bug me like so many men do," she said. "I like that. If you'd like to follow me to my apartment a few blocks away we can talk some more. But remember. We're only gonna talk. Let's get that straight right away."
Mike was initially taken aback by Cindy's offer, but eventually he was able to speak.
"Sure. Where do you live?"
"Just follow me."
Mike watched as Cindy climbed into a faded yellow Triumph sports car. She waited for him to climb into his Mustang and start it up, after which she drove out of the parking lot and proceeded down Sunset Boulevard for a few blocks.
As they turned off Sunset and headed south, Mike's cock became harder than ever. He could see that Cindy was indeed a tough little cookie for a guy to get his erect prick inside of, by gradually, but not losing his cool, he could see that he was making progress. He could see how it would be easy for a lot of guys to fail when dealing with somebody like Cindy. She possessed such a beautiful face and erotic body that they instantly had sex on their minds and let her know it through their expressions and conversation. Even though he was no different as far as his desires were concerned, Mike sensed that he would turn Cindy off altogether if he came on too strong too fast, and so he had instead engaged in extra casual conversation with her. Up until the time that she invited him to her place, however, it had been his feeling that he didn't have a chance of getting to know her any better, despite his casual approach. But how he felt different about the whole matter and was determined to somehow assert himself against her, despite the tough outer veneer that she demonstrated.
Cindy parked on the street in front of a two-story apartment building just north of Santa Monica Boulevard. Mike stopped just behind her, his heart pumping with ever rising excitement as he walked side by side with Cindy to her apartment, which was located on the second floor.
The apartment was small and modestly furnished.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Cindy said. "I'll fix us some coffee."
But as Mike watched Cindy's bountiful buttocks weave from side to side as she walked into the kitchen to mix the coffee, he had to admit that he had something on his mind other than coffee. He hungered for Cindy and was determined that she would be his.