Chapter 1
It had been a good three hours since Pete had gone on a call to San Luis Obispo when my desk phone started to buzz. I picked it up. "Good morning, Stanton Counseling Agency!" I chirped as I said it, and whenever I said it, I remembered how my sweet HP ole Peter Stanton had almost caught the axe in dear ole Grand view.
But they couldn't hold my Peter, my Doctor Sex! So now he was a Counselor. He counseled the rich broads on which night to eat poppy seeds, which side of the bed to lay on, and, he called the HP ole cure to most of their troubles right in his tight HP ole jock strap! When it came to brains, he had 'em! He should have-he had two heads; he screwed with one and plotted with the other.
"Who?" I asked. "No, he isn't in ... me? Oh, well ... I'm ... ah, his associate, Doctor Sexanna! Sure, I'll come, I'd be glad to. Of course, you know that house calls come high? Fine! I'll be there." I finished, and hung up.
What a laugh! Some nut calling Pete and saying he was Big Chief Makakuntah, from up by Vulcanville. I wrote it down for Pete, but I didn't put down the joke of mine that I was Doctor Sexanna. That hot title had been bestowed on me some time back, by two loving aides. I was no more a doctor than Doctor Peter Stanton, but what the public wanted the public got. Especially the exclusive public that Pete and I dealt with.
The law up here in Carmel was a little lax, and the seedy old sheriff had a bad case of alcoholic poisoning-chronic D.T.'s. In addition, the lack of mentality of his gambling, crooked helpers helped us dearly.
When I left the lower part of the state and came north with Pete, I gave my lil' blue Sprite to the boys. Why? Because my darling Doctor Sex was gonna marry me and take me away from all this ... Humph! I should have known, that once a professional liar always a professional liar! But he is sweet, and regardless of his tiny faults, I still love him passionately.
Yesterday, right after he told me that I would be expected to dispense my two-bits worth when needed, I went right down to a used car lot and started looking. I hadn't been searching long when I spotted this darling red MG! Oh, it was a dream! I bought it! That is, Pete did. He hasn't gotten the cancelled check back yet and I hope I'm not around when he does! When he saw the car he exclaimed, "Hey, that's nice! Cost ya much?"
"Not much!" I lied. What the hell, if he could lie to me, I could lie to him, too.
My desk phone buzzed again. This time, it was Pete. "Hiya, hot pants! Guess what? Old lady Frump needs a girdle! I sold her on my new reducing plan! She's to call one day next week, and I'm to go treat her," Pete said, chuckling.
"Good!" I said, then added. "By the way, an Indian staying at the Breakers By The Sea wants a house call. I told him you were out, so he wanted me. Do you want me to take it?"
"Why not? You know the pitch and the fee."
"O.K. ... supposing I goof?"
"You won't goof, you're a real professional. I'll see ya later on, I gotta call on Mrs. Lipschitz, that rich broad over in the valley." Pete said, and after telling me he still loved me, hung up.
I took out Pete's private bottle of Vat 69 and imbibed a stiff shot. The first one always makes me shudder all over! I sprayed some Underguard on my arm pits, pulled up my short mini-skirt, and gave my sweet and black-haired valley a shot of New Crotch Life, and then took that other snort. My mirror reflected back a sweet and demure young lady of ... whoops! Almost gave me age away! Anyway, I looked great, regardless of how I felt!
I found the sprawling motel OK, and a long-haired, blonde boy ogled my boobies while he pointed out room 143 to me. I jiggled the brass door knocker gently and waited. Behind where I stood, on the long porch, I could see and hear the rolling waves of the ever restless, blue Pacific. Two gulls seemed to hang suspended, far out over the water.
"Yes?" a deep voice asked, spinning me around to a pair of dark eyes that had been staring down at my rambling rear. It is one of those kind that boys always like to pat when you are young, then goose when you get older!
"Uh, I am Doctor Sexanna. I have an appointment with a ... oh..." I trailed off, and he finished.
"Chief Ben Makakuntah! I am he. Come in! Sit down over there." He pointed.
I sized him up. He sure was immense; reddish tan skinned, and a jet-black crew cut, with the typical Indian nose, and thick, reddish lips below it.
"Just call me Ben, and you?"
"Kitty!" I replied, still staring at his mass. I wondered almost at once how big his organ was. I had no doubt now that he was a real Indian. "Good! Now that we're acquainted, what is it you need me for? Every minute I sit here is costing you. My fee is one hundred dollars a call," I said.
"Money is nothing! My Great Grandfather own Yosemite! We rent to white man!" Ben said gruffly.
"So? You still did not say what I am needed for?"
"My son hear of your work! My son in movies. My son say Doctor Stanton cure many things! You his associate, you cure, too!"
I shrugged; I was still in the dark. "What kind of ills do you have? You know, Doctor Stanton and I only treat people with sexual problems."
"My son go to Cal Tech. He explain about sex, but he fall down on explanation. Indian know many ways to have sex, before white man come. White man no invent sex!"
He had a point there, and I knew it! "So!" I asked.
"So, you go with me to village and me teach you some new ways you can use to cure people!"
"You mean, you'll pay me to teach me new ways to have sex?"
"Sure! My son like you!"
"Sounds great, Chief! But I don't believe anyone can show me a way that I have not had." I replied, still remembering my gullibility with a long lost Mexican fiend. He had had some new ways, too!
"Maybe ... but before white man come, Indian not civilized. Indian have more fun! Indian try all ways."
"Well, I'll have to see what Doctor Stanton says. I'll call you in the morning. OK?"
"OK! Me wait!" He said, and pulled out his French style wallet. It bulged like it was full of wampum beads! "Here, you take. You can use!" he said, and handed me three bills.
I looked at them, expecting twenties or maybe tens, but not pictures of Franklin! "But ... but ... but ... " I stammered.
"Go, we discuss butt later!" Ben said, taking me by the elbow and ushering me out.
I could feel his steaming, black eyes all over my body. I know, that sitting across from him as I had, that he had already seen plenty! I never wore any panties, and his last remark told me that he had, no doubt, seen more than just my hose!
I tore back to the office, but still no Pete. He must still be with that old biddy who had a quirk about petting. I puttered around until almost five p.m., and then when he did not come, I drove out to the Chili Bowl, a cafe we usually go to.
His car wasn't there either. I didn't know whether to wait for him, or go on out to Mac's Joint, but I finally decided on the latter. I could get a steak as well as a drink at Mac's.
I was half way through my T-bone when Pete slid in across from me. "How's my torrid little Dr. Sexanna? Still got your scalp?" he said, grinning.
"What does it look like?" I asked.
"I dunno, I didn't look under the table!"
"You nut! He didn't even touch me, and I've already collected three hundred!"
"Hmmmmmm, maybe I should work for you."
"Sorry 'bout that, but I'm not hiring college drop-outs!" I replied.
"Humph! I knew I should have screwed my English teacher!"
"Really? All joking aside, I told him that I was Doctor Sexanna, and he bought it, hook, line, and sinker!"
"Good! What does he want you to do."
"Go up to his reservation and let him teach me the facts of untamed Indian sex life."
"You're kidding?"
"I thought he was, but he wasn't!" I said, cutting another piece of steak.
"Hmmmmmm! You goin'? "
"I dunno, what do you think? Should I take the chance?"
"Why not? Hell, it isn't Mexico! It's only California; you know. Besides, you can write me every day!"
"True. OK, I'll do it!"
"Didn't he try to get fresh or look up under your dress?"
"He didn't have much tryin' to do. You know me, I hate to see men break their necks!"
"I sure do! How about us goin' out to The Pussy's Lair?"
"Tonight?"
"Sure! You haven't been out there before, have you?"
"No, but I hear it's all black."
"So what? I know Big Beef; he runs the joint. You'll like it."
"OK, I'm game! But I gotta be back in time for my nine A.M. appointment. I said I'd call, but now I think I'll tell him personally."
"I would. Come on, eat up. I ate a couple burgers on the way up."
"Hmmmm, that's a funny name for pussy," I said, grinning.
He only smiled, but outside in the dark, he grabbed me, planted his mouth over mine, and ran his hand up under my dress. "Mmmmmm!" I murmured, loving his delicious kiss and the caressing fingers all in one instance!
He released me, smelled his fingers, and said. "Ummmmm, my favorite girl!"
I had to laugh! What a nut he was, but man, could he ever make mad love! He followed me over to our mutual apartment where we left my car; then in his Wildcat, we headed for The Pussy's Lair. I saw that his mind was on his driving, so slyly I reached over and unzipped his fly.
"Babies must play!" he said.
"Goo! Goo!" I muttered.
"That's what you're gonna get!" Pete laughed.
"Good, that's just what I need for a dessert!" I breathed, and pulled his quickly hardening organ out. Before he could say another word, I leaned over and plunged his now hard rod into my hot, eager mouth. God, but it tasted good!
"Ooooooooh, baby, don't stop! Your mouth is like velvet!" He groaned, and lifted up. I felt the car jerk as his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator! "Goddamn, you hot-mouthed wench! I'm gonna find an alley and stop this car! What you need is a good screwin'! " He blurted.
I didn't let up; I knew that if I could work him up to a climax before he found the alley, he wouldn't be looking for it. I reached down into his trousers and found his big round, balls and fondled them wildly with my tongue.
"Ooooooeeee!" he moaned again, shifting his body. "Goddamn! Your hot mouth is driving me nuts! Nuts! Nuts!" he cried, then tensed. I knew he was gonna come, and he did! God, what a volcano! It was so hot and fast, that I didn't even get to taste it!
When we got to The Pussy's Lair, Pete found a vacant spot near the door and stopped the car. "Baby, I'm shot! You may have to help me in!" he said.
"Bullshit! You, the Great Doctor Sex, shot on one HI' blow job? S'matter, Peter boy, you gettin' old?" I asked, figuring him to be joking.
"Hell, no! Don't forget, I went over to see old lady Dropshitz today."
"Not Drop ... Lip!"
"That's what you think! Geeze, what a box! A yard wide and two deep! I had to screw her all afternoon before she came! Man, no stuff, I'm pooped!" he said, in a wheeze. What an actor! I laughed until I cried!
We finally got inside and past the doorman, who I thought was Sonny Davis, but I guess he wasn't; even if he was black and had a cute pussy tickler on his upper lip.
"It's a good thing it's dark in here," Pete said.
"Why?" I naturally asked.
" 'Cause I won't look so pooped!" he replied.
"Hello, Doc! Goddamn man, long time no see! Brought yer own mix, I see." A big, husky darkie said, slapping Pete on the back and smiling a mouth full of white teeth at me, while he ogled my boobies.
"Yeah! Say, Big Beef, meet my ... uh ... associate, Doctor Sexanna," Pete said, grinning.
"Geeze! It's a pleasure, I'm sure, Doc!" Big Beef said, taking my small hand in his and pumping it, like it would bring up water! "Come on over ta the floor, Doc, I keep a spechul table fur my spechul frens!" Big Beef said, in his slurred speech.
Nowhere did I see another white face. At first, it bothered me, but after a couple vodka screwdrivers, I relaxed and listened to the music, played by a wild combo of loin clothed Negro girls.
"If you don't get your luck changed tonight, it won't be my fault!" Pete said, smiling.
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
" 'Cause Big Beef already asked us up to his home as soon as the place closes."
"Oh, and when is that?"
"Two a.m. It seems the local law holds down the black joints," Pete replied, then added: "And, your doorman will be there."
"Really? Pete, tell me, is he Sonny Davis?"
"Could be, I didn't compare notes!"
"You would have, if it had been a gal that looked like Glenda Korn!" I said, and knew it was the truth.
"Oh, go on! What's she? Just a hot piece, flick star!"
"Right! But you would, I know you would!" I said.
Sometimes he made me mad enough to kick him in the balls! I noticed he really ate up the bare-breasted band; although I will admit, the girls did have nice shapes, and especially nice big, purple-tipped boobs!
Several drinks and several torrid songs later, we adjourned for Big Beef's house-a house of grandeur and mystery.