…lacks a little…body, no?
…lacks a little…body, no?
I’m spending too much time on FetLife when I start clicking the head shots on LinkedIn looking for hotter pictures. Might be time to go camping….
Not my stop-I have to keep peddling. Maybe up to Flat Bottom. Will go out of my way to avoid Saggy Bottom.
He had gone silent, the way he would, gazing over her shoulder as if absorbed in the shimmering neon reflected on the rain-spattered window. He got this way every time the subject came up. Or rather, every time she shot it down.
She regarded his jawline, his wavy brown hair combed over his ears and ached. She physically ached. Jesus, the guy had it all. Of course the looks had attracted her first-she could admit that. But then the job, the condo, the money…it had seemed perfect for a while. Then, this.
She didn’t know why she couldn’t get past it. Christ knows all her other lines had been drawn in shifting sands-why was this one so hard and set? Just the way it was, she guessed.
Would she have married him had she known about this two years ago? He would have been tough to resist; the security he provided, the doors that he opened for her. But this. Back then, she probably would have ignored it as best she could. Hoped that it was a passing phase. But now, it wasn’t passing. It was settling in and coloring everything. And now she had a say in what they would do and what they wouldn’t.
With an almost untouched beer in front of him he motioned the waitress over. Here we go, she thought.
“A shot of Grandad please.”
She reached out and covered his hand with hers. “Tony-come on…”
“Ah,” he said watching the traffic splash by outside. “November rains always put a chill into me.” Then, calling to the waitress’ retreating back, “Make that a double.”
“Tony”, she said, rubbing his hand. He shifted his gaze making eye-contact for the first time in what seemed like an hour. His eyes were bright and skittery. Frantic-water bugs skimming a pond.
“It’s alright”, he said, “I’m good.”
The waitress put the heavy shot in front of him. Before she even fully turned away, he threw the hot liquor down his throat. Ordinarily, he was a sipper. Liked to savor his whisky over ice. Over time. “Another,” he said holding up the empty glass.
She withdrew her hand from his and focused on the cracked wooden table top. Nothing to do now but hunker down and wait for this storm to pass.
Molly allowed herself to be dried, luxuriating in the soft thickness of the towels as Corrine stroked and patted. Every touch of the thick cotton anywhere tingled her already-crawling skin and sent electric waves to her crotch. She could feel Corrine close-feel her heat-as she stroked her hair wringing the water from it. Her breasts were close-almost close enough to lick.
“Are you going to spank me now?” Molly asked huskily close to Corrine’s neck.
“Have you been bad?”
“I’ve been very…very bad…”
“Then come with me bad girl….” She whispered and directed her, with an arm on her shoulder, toward the door in the back wall.
Candles burned in the inner sanctum of John’s bedroom, the fragrant dim glow replacing the harsh light of day that was entirely blocked by dark blinds. The daytime sounds outside were muted by a low wash of what sounded like flowing water coming from the sound system. The bed was tightly made and tucked because that was John’s thing; regardless of when it would be used again.
Corrine gently pushed her toward the bed. “Turn it down”, she ordered. She watched from behind as the girl bent to reach the spread and pull it down. As she extended, her compact little vagina winked backward from under her bottom and Corrine felt the flutter in her grow into a whirl. Her nipples swelled and pulsed as Molly folded back the blanket and top sheet- down to the fitted silk.
Corrine flowed past Molly, pausing slide her hand along her bottom-gently cupping the firm cheeks and allowing her fingers to linger between-then her hip, then her belly as she slid onto the bed. She flipped the pillows aside to lean against the smooth barn-wood headboard cool against her skin.
Extending her legs she reached toward Molly. “Get over here”, she growled.
The girl crawled onto the bed and knelt beside Corrine reaching over to kiss her once softly on the mouth. Feeling the kiss returned, she ran her lips along her neck then settled on her firm breast. The taut nipple felt hard in her mouth as she flicked it with her tongue.
If Molly’s experience in this arena was limited to the point of being almost non-existent, her desire was not. When unsure, she would only do what she would like done to her. Corrine’s gaspy and gulping breathing let her know that she was on the right path. She slipped her tongue around the areola and gently bit her nipple as she pulled back. Her tongue was on march, advancing down the flat plain of stomach toward the tiny dark patch of destination at her crotch when Corrine grabbed her by the hair.
“You get over my lap right now, girl…”
And she did. Slowly. Languidly lowering herself across the long lean thighs. Once across her lap Molly didn’t lie still, though. She moved and squirmed, positioning herself to get the best rub of her swelling vulva across Corrine’s leg. Her rhythmic undulations were stirred by Corrine’s hand gently kneading and squeezing her pert cheeks and hamstrings. She worked her fingers between the easily cleaved cheeks and gently stroked up, down and under.
Corrine’s first dream, her first desire, is always spanking them. Girls or boys, men or women…gender or age…none of it mattered. Her Barbie Dolls spanked each other when she was eight. In Corrine’s world, if a spanking lead to sex later, all the better. If it was just sex with no spanking-she went away fucked-but unsated. The cracking tattoo of her hand on some unfortunate’s bare bum was the soundtrack of her dreams. And Molly was ready for it-already whimpering like a puppy pushing her bottom upward.
Best get on with it, she thought.
The first smack was a light slap using only her wrist fully on the right side. The second the same. Molly moaned, not from any pain she was feeling but from the vibration that traveled from her smacked bottom down through her pulsing crevasse and into her dampening sex. Again and again, Corrine raised her hand and brought it down watching Molly’s butt wriggle and gently pinken and wondered why she, of all people, could not wait for this to be over. She slapped harder, using more arm and the flat of her palm and the reports came louder as did Molly’s squeals.
Corrine grabbed her by the hair and pulled gently. “You wanted spanked-you bad girl…you deserve this, don’t you?”
“Yes, YES, I do…I deserve it…” She spanked her again, harder. Her hand yanking at Molly’s hair didn’t stop or even slow the fierce rubbing against her thigh. Jesus, thought Corrine, she was going to come!
“You stop that!” she ordered pressing her hand hard down on her warm bottom.
Molly was breathless-but stopped. “Why…what…?”
With a quick lift and roll, Corrine deposited her onto her back on the bed, springing to her knees beside her. She kissed her hard on the mouth. “You will come when I say you can come, you understand?” With that she slipped a finger deep into her wetness.
Molly moaned at the insertion and lifted her hips. Like a Praying Mantis over a grasshopper Corrine rose onto all fours and crawled backwards sliding her finger out and with a slow downward swoop of her head, replaced it with her tongue. The girl opened to her like a wet peach.
It didn’t take long. With her motor running high and hot, Molly stiffened, grabbing Corrine’s head in a tight leg lock. Corrine-her ears crushed by the warm steam of Molly’s thighs- kept her mouth clamped in place as the girl bucked and rolled onto her side. She absorbed Molly’s heels frantically kicking into her back and had to roll with her to retain her lip lock. Then with a screech, Molly shuddered and went limp.
Corrine lay her head on the inside of Molly’s thigh and allowed the other leg to close heavily over her head. Soaking up the scent, she teased “You’ve come before right?”
“Not like that…” she came back breathless. “Not like that…”
Corrine nestled closer and stuck her tongue again into the sweet liquor that puddled in the reaches of Molly’s vagina. “Ahh-Come on”. Molly breathed and opened her legs releasing Corrine’s head while reaching down to pull her up. “Your turn….”
“Ah yes! Mama’s turn…” She flopped onto her back. “You know what to do right…?”
“I think I can find everything…” she said kissing her and finally able to slide her hand all the way down the woman’s flat belly and over the tiny square of close cropped hair.
Corrine dug her head back into the pillows. “There’s a spot in there…” she continued to tease. “You’ll feel it….up near the top…”
“You mean…..this?” asked Molly touching Corrine’s on-switch standing erect in the soft pulsing pool.
Corrine smiled and gently ground her hips into the finger that rubbed her gently. This was good, she thought as Molly’s head-laying gently on her chest-rose and fell with her breathing. This was almost perfect. Almost.
“Would you do something for me?” Corrine asked gently and quietly; in a way that won her another soft kiss on the mouth.
“Absolutely…” said Molly. “What?”
Corrine disengaged and pulled herself up on an elbow enough to reach the bed stand. She opened the top drawer and came back with a small bottle of lube. She took Molly’s hand and squeezed a dollop on her fingers. Molly tasted it-“Strawberry….”
Corrine rolled onto her side facing away. “In my ass…” she said.
“Definitely” she said pushing her hips backward.
Molly ran her hand over Corrine’s glistening buttock leaving a trail that extended from the hip bone to that little dark spot between her cheeks. When Molly’s finger touched it, Corrine gasped lightly and pulled her knee toward her chest affording more open access. “Mmmm…” was the only sound she was making into the pillow. Molly ran her finger around the outside of her anus-every movement bringing a twitch or a groan. She slid along the surface of it and pressed-as if to plunge inside-then withdrew to circle again.
“Ohhh, you’re a bitch….” Corrine muttered into the pillow.
In answer Molly pushed the woman’s leg further and dipped her head between her cheeks. She bit her gently on the sit-spot where the cheek met her leg. Then, as Corrine continued to moan, she licked at the flavored lube around her butthole while reaching underneath to slip her fingers back into Corrine’s sopping cunt. She pushed backward, opening wider inviting-begging for-insertion. She wanted Molly inside her ass but didn’t want to interrupt what she was doing.
“Okay…but you’re loving this…”
“Wait,” Corrine breathed. She rolled over onto her back lifting her leg over her lover. Molly made a move to lick the pulsing panther tattoo on her ribcage while still stroking, stroking…
“No Molly-no tits…ass, baby…” She pushed her head southward. “Put your tongue where your finger is and your finger in my ass…”
Sliding her tongue down her belly Molly teased, “You’re bossy….”
“So I’ve been told…” she smiled laying back.
For the first time in her life, Molly stuck her tongue into a woman’s vagina and thrilled at the reception. Corrine arched and hummed loudly as the target was engaged. Then, not waiting to be told again, Molly touched the woman’s asshole tentatively then, feeling the tight little muscle crack open for her, slid firmly inside.
“Oh…that’s what I wanted…just like that…” Except it wasn’t exactly. “In and out, now.” She said…”In and out…” Breathing through her nose-and stuck like a barnacle to Corrine’s clit-she withdrew her finger almost out, then slid it in again-stopping at the top knuckle. In then out, then in again, finding her rhythm. “Beautiful…” groaned Corrine beginning to stroke the bed with her arms; flapping as if hoping to take off and lifting her hips higher. What Molly lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm never, through all the gyrations and ministrations, breaking from Corrine’s clit.
“Try two fingers!” Corrine gasped. “Same in and out-two fingers!”
Jesus, thought Molly.
Two strokes after she had she slipped the second fingers inside Corrine began to come-a deep throated groan then high pitched yips and coughs which she celebrated in full throat volume. Molly caught the spurt of her orgasm and roughly drug her tongue over the spigot eliciting one more growl and a final collapse of the Corrine-arch bridge. Molly pulled out her fingers with a gentle pop and flopped into the crook of her gasping lover’s arm. They lay entwined until normal breathing returned.
“That was….” Corrine started.
“Yeah, it was…You’re a good director…” she kissed her neck.
“Yeah, sorry about that…”
“It’s fine… What now?”
“Strip the bed, wash the sheets, jump back in the tub, anything I say.”
“Yep-slave for a day.”
Molly snuggled closer in no hurry to do anything. “Hope it’s for more than a day.”
At 10:00 sharp the lights in the already dim bar darken another shade focusing all attention to the large television screens hanging on the walls. The regular TV feed had been switched to what looked like a swirling collage of pictures and images moving too quickly to focus.
Mike the doe-eyed security man was below the largest TV with a hand mike. “Ladies and Gentleman! The time has come, to see who might have to spend the rest of the evening standing” a loud spatter of laughter and hoots interrupted him, “or at least sitting gingerly. Are we ready to see?” A loud “Yes!” and he pressed the remote in this hand. There was a fantastic whirl of swimming colors on all the screens which eventually slowed until the pictures and names stored in the chips of everyone’s ID’s began to focus. People strained to see themselves spinning by on-screen. “There I went”, thought Colleen Palmer relaxing as she saw the red top she had worn for her ID photo zip past. She ignored the knowledge that the displays were random and she could come right back.
Between her and Kendra, Pat Jensen watched intently, squeezing his drink, unable to disguise his nerves. This wasn’t really his scene-or being a part of it wasn’t. He was more of a lurker. He enjoyed watching Corrine or Mike paddle the errant waitress now and again but….Damn, he was so hot for Kendra who was rubbing his right thigh as she watched the screen he hadn’t left before this.
Then, the display slowed to make all the sliding pictures visible and everybody watched like the spinning dice on a chuck-a-luck wheel some shouting as their own image flew by. Mike had set the remote aside to allay any fears that we was manipulating the drawing. The screen froze with the visage of a twenty-something guy smiling widely into the camera, the name Jason Biggs superimposed over the picture. “Jason Biggs! Are you in the house?” The question was unnecessary as, at the end of the bar and girl was jumping up and pointing at the unfortunate Jason, no doubt her date. She punched him in the arm and laughed since this evening was his idea and his plan was to have her picture show up on the screen not his.
Mike pressed the button on the remote and the spinning began again. Given the crowd, there would be three more names chosen. The display slowed and slowed…”Megan Hess” he said as the picture of the raven-haired forty-something temptress appeared. No need to look for her as Megan jumped up at her stool raising both fists high in the air. Her breasts threatened to pop out of her blouse which had lost another button in the course of the evening. Beside her Bethany shook her head smiling. “You win…” she said. Megan pointed at Mike, who nodded-accepting the assignment- and pressed the button again.
“SHIT!” Colleen Palmer hissed as she saw her face smiling at her from the screen. “Shit-shit-shit!”
“Oops”, said Kendra. “Sorry about that honey.” She released Jensen’s thigh to reach across and pat her friend’s hand.
Colleen sighed…”It’s OK. Just my luck. Wow” Her heart was pounding…”Would you…?”
“Let Pat…” She said. “You guys are friends right?”
Jensen looked to his left and patted her knee in a way much different from how he had been patting and rubbing Kendra’s. “If you want, I will. I won’t go crazy, you know.”
“The last one”, Mike said as he pressed the button. Half of the room knowing they were one face away from being saved for the evening and the other half knowing they would have to wait for their secret fantasy to be fulfilled, leaned forward.
“And our final winner is…”
She didn’t look up-kept her eyes glued to the floor almost knowing what was coming- “Jenna Redmon!” She shook her head grinning ruefully. One chance in 10, she thought. Why was she so sure she’d be picked?
“Oooohh…Jenna”, Molly said beside her in something like sympathetic wonder.
“Yep.“ Jenna said without looking up-didn’t want to see her picture on the screen. “Got me.”
Mike flipped the TV back to its regular feed and moved down the bar to get the paddles. He paused beside Kim Chen who was putting her coat on to leave. “Stick around”, he told her. “No need to run off…” She smiled brightly and patted him on the cheek. “Early day tomorrow.”
“You know…” he started, ignoring the warning bells sounding between his ears. “You don’t have to wait a couple of weeks to see if-by chance-you can get what you…want. I can…”
“No so much. No really. Kim-anytime. Anything.” He slid easily from hesitancy into a firm assertion-finally getting the hand he had be waiting for, he pushed all his chips into the middle of the table. “Only what you want. Only when you want. Seriously. Completely at your service.”
She paused, coat over her shoulders, and looked into his eyes for a hint of anything that wasn’t true. “You want to run in the morning?”
“I don’t get out of here till two. When’s morning?”
“I can wait till ten. Meet you at the pump house at the reservoir?”
“I’ll be there.”
She smiled and kissed him a quick peck on the cheek. “Wear your fast shoes…” She turned and walked away leaving Mike feeling light and about sixteen years old.
At the end of the bar, Corrine was comically begging Jenna. “Can I do you? Can I, huh, can I….?”
“Probably not” said Jenna. “You want to too much…”
Corrine saw her looking toward Mike as he walked by. “Naw, not him. He’ll swat the MILF.”
“Jesus!” said Molly.
“Here”, said Jenna jabbing at Corrine. “How about Molly?”
“Molly’s not playing tonight”. Corrine said quickly. That was all she would need-Having Molly up front having not run her card. “Aw come on…somebody has to…”
“Oh, all right.”
“Yesss!” Corrine hissed pumping a fist.
They stood across the wall of the back room on a riser meant for a band; four pairs, each with a chair behind them.
Jason Biggs was first in line, his wife Sharon a slight honey-haired girl standing beside him paddle in hand. After he turned around, the crowd howled at his wife’s pantomime as she pretended to wind up like a baseball batter lifting her leg to feign a vicious follow-through. Whatever it was exactly, this was the kind of domestic drama that always played well at The Club.
Next was Colleen, looking uncomfortable but smiling gamely. She couldn’t wait to turn around so she wouldn’t have to look at anyone. She strangely remembered an ex-boyfriend who had told her, “that’s kind of odd, isn’t it?” when she had asked him for a birthday spanking a couple of years back. Wonder what he would think of this?
Beside her, Megan continued to play to the crowd with Mike, the dutiful straight-man, smiling beside her. Without prodding she raised her hands pulling all attention her way, then slowly brought them to her belt. With overwrought motions she slipped the leather overlap from its loop and unclasped it. The crowd whistled. In answer, she unsnapped her corduroys.
Jesus, thought Mike, the older ones are always the crazy ones. As if they don’t give a shit who thinks what, they are going to do what they want. Megan had tried to get Mike to come home with her a couple of times and he’d be lying if he said we wasn’t intrigued. But he knew on some level that she might be more than even he could handle. If she got him into her lair she would spank him purple and probably snap his dick off like a rotted twig. Then where would he be? Better a gentle dalliance with Kim Chen that promised….he didn’t know what it promised but he was looking forward to it.
On a signal from the bar all four turned around. With her back to the bar, Megan unzipped her fly and pulled her pants open. Then with a slow undulation she pushed first one side then the other downward-working carefully so her panties didn’t slide down too. The crowd whistled their appreciation as her pants slid below her bottom revealing a pair of black panties with the words “SPANK HERE” emblazoned across them. She pointed them out as if anyone could miss them.
Jenna grinned over at Megan who caught her eye and winked.
“So, Jenna…” Corrine asked. “You want to drop them?”
“Naw, that’s OK. This will be fine.”
“You won’t let a girl have any fun.”
“I don’t think you do anything but have fun.”
Corrine grinned and touched her hand to Jenna’s shoulder, bending her over. She grabbed the seat of the chair and arched her back, filling the denim with her backside. There was a twitter in the crowd as Corrine lifted the shirt tail up and over her back. She waited and glanced to her left but Megan’s hair shielded her face.
The first swat landed and stung a bit-more of a thud-muted by her jeans and underwear. The last time this had happened to her, she was bare and she remembered the terrific burn she felt from the paddle. The second swat was a little harder and landed fully on the left cheek, Corrine spreading it out.
Megan absorbed the first swat with nary a twitch. She pushed her bottom backward spreading the SPANK and HERE a little wider. “Come on Mike….” She whispered over her shoulder. On the count from the bar, he patted her with the paddle then pulled back-further this time-and let fly. All four landed in a crackling fusillade. “Better”, she said.
Jason caught his breath after the second swat and squeezed the chair tighter. He couldn’t believe how hard she was paddling him and wracked his brain trying to remember what he might have done to deserve it. His thoughts were driven to the winds though when Sharon actually did wind up like a baseball player and delivered a harder swat than she even thought she could right across is backside. His mouth fell open in a gasp but he said nothing. Jesus! That HURTS! he thought.
After the third swat Megan raised her hand and, with approval from Mike, stood slowly. This was a break that would normally earn her another swat but an exception would be made in her case as the crowd again howled. She placed her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly unveiled her ample bottom to the room. Mike took a step back and with both hands-the right still holding the paddle- pointed Vanna-style at the round pink backside. “Ta-DAAAA!” he seemed to be saying.
Before going back over she whispered, “Make this one count, Mikey…” When she bent, Mike was happy to see that her cheeks were full enough to shield and cover everything else down there. Again, on the signal he lay the wood against her skin that we saw was sprinkled with tiny goose bumps then pulled back. He put more of his arm and shoulder into this swing.
The sound of the paddle hitting bare skin was a loud “SPLATT”, distinctive from the other three cracks. Her cheeks spread and quivered with the impact. She jumped upright and clapped both hands to her bottom rubbing and dancing in place as the crowd roared their approval. To Mike’s relief she didn’t turn around to give the room the full frontal but stood proudly displaying a pulsing bruise on her right globe that closely matched the cranberry color in her blouse. She then bent-everything was done slowly and theatrically-and pulled up her panties, smoothing them over her reddened and finally, happily sore backside then followed with her cords.
Jenna took solace in the knowledge that, bent over in the shadow of Megan’s show, nobody would remember that she was up here tonight. She took the last swat stoically and stood up. “That was OK. Right?” said Corrine standing close, her eyes a bit glassy and her cheeks flushed. “Not too hard?”
“No, it’s good.” Jenna gave her the small smile that she thought she was fishing for. “We’re good.”
Colleen stood red-faced and rubbed her bottom quickly smiling at Jensen, knowing he had taken it easy on her. Yeah, he was a sweet guy. Why hadn’t they ever hooked up she wondered looking up at him. Then her eyes cut to Kendra across the bar who raised her glass in salute. Probably because I’m not tall and blonde she thought.
Jason Biggs kneaded his butt through his khakis knowing how hard she had hit him-how hard she had meant to hit him. He looked at his little Sharon who returned a tight smile that belied the fire burning in her eyes. He wasn’t sure he was in a hurry to go home.
“Those of you going home with someone who swung the paddle tonight, remember there is no retaliation allowed! That would go against the spirt of our game here. You will just have to wait for the next Odd Tuesday.”
Continued from “A Haven for the Particular”
Corrine saw her, alone at the corner of the bar, when reaching for a bottle on the shelf beside the cooler. She must have snuck in. She lifted her chin in the universal “I’ll be there in a sec” bartender signal. The girl nodded back. She was about Corrine’s height with wider shoulders giving her a more tapered torso.
“I’m sorry”, Corrine said approaching. “You snuck in on me.”
“S’okay. I wasn’t here that long.”
“Jenna.” She reached a fist over the bar and Corrine bumped it. Big hands extending out of the rolled sleeves of a western style shirt that she wore untucked. “Double Tito’s. Single tonic.”
Corrine poured smoothly and quickly-not hurrying but with no wasted motion aside from the necessary flourishes with the knife and the lime. Then, drink in her right hand, she flipped a coaster in front of Jenna and plopped the glass on it.
“Thanks.” The short thick waves of her auburn hair was dark enough to be mistaken for brown. Her smile showed a slight overbite with a little overlap in her front teeth. Interesting-not unattractive.
“You’re not…exactly new here are you?”
“I was here once before. A few Tuesdays ago…”
“You’re signed in at the door?”
In answer, Jenna waved her Club ID that she pulled out of her back pocket.
“Can’t believe I don’t remember you…Sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I hid pretty much. In the back corner.”
“You’re new in town though…I can’t really place the accent.”
“Don’t try. Moved around a lot as a kid. My dad was in the Air Force. Moved here from Houston about a month ago where we were for awhile. My boyfriend got transferred.”
“You have a good month or two before winter settles in…”
“No problem. I was born in Colorado-wanted someplace green with seasons you could feel.”
“Oh yes….there are a lot of things you can feel around here”, Corrine said gauging how wicked of a smile to send. She paused as her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at it then replaced it.
Jenna watched her give a quick if discreet look around the bar then slip through the opening and out of the room through a set of swinging doors behind her. She scanned the mixed crowd. A couple of guys in business casual, a lot of jeans, some hipster flannel and a smattering of leather. A forty-something woman-prettily made up with immaculate hair and nails sucked nervously at a cigarette. She shrugged an embarrassed, “yes, I’m here” smile when Jenna caught her eye then looked down at the ashtray. Jenna couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed to be here as a spectator or to want to be part of the show.
With a swoosh behind her, the swinging door opened again. Corrine slipped unobtrusively back behind the bar and a bright little red-headed firecracker popped into a space beside Jenna. She again noticed Corrine scanning the bar quickly, not quite nervously but, anxiously. Convinced then, of something, she turned her attention back to the two of them.
“Jenna-Molly”, said Corrine. “Molly-Jenna…”
“Hi”, said Molly extending a hand.
“The back door girl…” said Jenna, shaking it.
“Yeah, well…” said Corrine refilling Jenna’s drink “She’s just stopping by for a moment…” Then placing the drink in front of her, “This is on me…” Jenna thanked her with a quick nod. “Be right back…”
Molly watched Corrine serving the other side of the bar as Jenna focused on a small bruise on the side of the girl’s neck that she had tried to conceal with makeup. Do adults give each other sucker bites up here?
“You a regular here?”
“No, no…” Molly said. “I’m usually at the ‘Lucky’ uptown. You know it?” Jenna shook her head. “Good music-used to be full on jazz but it’s a mix now… came here with a friend a couple of months ago, I guess. This place…wakes up something in me…”
“I could see that…”
“How about you”, Molly asked. “You new here?”
She explained that she had been here before and Molly asked her if she had been picked.
“No”, she smiled. “Happily not.”
“Happily not, or sadly not…?” There was a twinkle to the girl, that’s for sure.
Jenna smiled and sipped at her drink. “You know, I’m not sure really.”
“Uh huh…” Molly sipped at a drink that Corrine had slipped in front of her.
“I have a history”, Jenna said.
“About five years ago. I was a sorority girl.”
“Do they still do that?”
“They did in my case…”
“Still do what?” Corrine asked returning to chat. She had been joined by another bartender as the evening marched on so there was some time.
“She was in a sorority…”
“Really? What was that like?”….
The beauty of a place like The Club, especially on Odd Tuesday, is that everyone there-regardless of background, job or back story had traces of the same color within. Things which wouldn’t be talked about in the outside could be happily ordinary here. Jenna had no problem telling her story.
“Jesus”, Corrine shook her head. “You’re tougher than I am-I couldn’t have stood for that…”
“She gives”, Molly smiled. “Can’t take…”
“Enough out of you…”
“…And that was the beginning of the end for me at School. Some of the girls started calling me “Wild and Wooley” which was funny-I never trimmed back then…but school wasn’t right for me.”
“Got your money back though right?”
“Paid in full…I earned it though. Couldn’t sit right for a couple days.”
“You ever talk to any of them after…?”
“Two girls apologized to me. Said Heather overstepped…blah, blah…”
“So you were all forgive and forget?”
“Sure, but I told them both I’d forgive them if they came to my room and I’d give them exactly what they gave me…”
“No way”, Corrine leaned in. “You paddled them?”
“Only one took me up on it. Diana-we’re still friends-she invited me to her wedding last year…”
“Did you go?”
Oh, sure…you get pretty close to people when you’ve seen them at their most…vulnerable.”
“That is a story I’m going to want to hear sometime…For sure.” She scanned the bar and had to go make a couple of drinks.
“Talk among yourselves…Duty calls…
To Be Continued