Chapter Sixty
Wally kept whispering comments to Lyle. I had no idea what he was saying, but my ex was shaking from restraint. I was content enough to let my quarterback have his fun as we ambled through the line.
The first challenge presented itself before we could make it to the restricted area, outside of SizZle. Patrons have to step into glass boxes, designed to hold one standing guest. The security staff performs their wand sweep, individually.
I gave g-mom my solemn word that I would stick to Wally like we’re super-glued. I have never broken a promise to her and I’m not about to start now. There are only four parties ahead of ours. With any luck, I’ll have sixteen minutes to think of something.
But, I should have been more specific in my request. Luck heard me and reared its ugly, bad side.
Wealthy, privileged, champagne-guzzling perverts complain more than all the spoiled brats of the world, put together. Security called inside and new staff members came running out. They opened two additional glass boxes for wand scans so the brats on the sidewalk wouldn’t have to wait.
My four-party stall quickly turned into a set. The set turned into no one.
We’re on deck!
Thinking fast, I grabbed the full flute of champagne from the rotund guy standing in line behind me.
“Hey, give that back!” he exclaimed.
I poured it down the front of my low-cut shirt.
“No hands, but be my guest…” I stated with a slur.
The guy leaned down, preparing to lick the alcohol off of my cleavage.
Wally turned, shoved him away and said, “Get your own Sexy Bunny, Opera Man…”
“That’s a thousand dollars-worth of my bubbly your Sexy Bunny’s wearing!” the guy shouted.
“Here’s five grand…go buy yourself a bottle. That should stop your crying.
“My Bunny Babe never whines. I make sure she never has to stop partying…and she always gets her way,” Wally told him.
“I wanna go in to that playground, right now. This is sooo boring. I demand some entertainment…” I ordered in a voice that sounded eerily like an intoxicated Haven.
The thought struck me and suddenly, I was doubled over from laughter. Wally grabbed me around the waist.
“Whoa, there…you can’t wait any longer, huh…alright. Put my jacket around you. That’s my girl. You can climb aboard your big man and I’ll give you a ride. That way, you can warm-up in private,” he responded loudly.
His sport coat covered my body to my knees. Wally Baxter is either a first-rate actor or a gypsy because he is following my lead to the letter.
“Ohhhh yyessss…my love doctor…I’m all covered up. Now, pleeeaaasssseeee…lemme ride my stud,” I said, slurring my words as he hoisted me up on his back. “You’re not gonna show your massive instrument to anyone else, right?”
“No Bunny…you pull it out and you put it away. All the pets I buy tonight are just for you. Me and our Whipping Boy here, we’ll be the spectators…” he stated and the whining guy smirked knowingly.
Lyle is going to have a stroke suppressing so much rage. G-mom will be so happy and Doc will be looking the other way.
I kissed Wally’s neck and wiggled around while pretending to be half-out of it. My arms were crisscrossed, dangling over his shoulders. He hoisted me a little higher to get a better grip and make me more comfortable. My palms were resting near his heart. His beat was strong and steady. I’m sure he could feel mine against his back…thundering erratically from stress.
Then…show time…
“Sir, Station Gamma…step this way…” the young security goon with the prominent bony structure said and motioned for Lyle to come to him.
My heart rate skyrocketed, but Wally’s seemed to actually slow down.
Lyle emptied his pockets and then, entered the glass box for the scan. He was taller than the lady who had used it before him. I watched the ceiling and the walls slide to expand.
Senator Harring was locked behind some type of barrier. He must be held captive until his guests are checked in and make it through security. I wonder what happens to him, if one of us gets busted doing something bad…like getting caught trying to sneak in under an assumed identity. Do they revoke his charter or do they light him up with a channeled death ray??
The thought of the senator being lit up by a magical flamethrower made me smile, wickedly. G-mom is rubbing off on me.
“Sir, Station Beta…Miss, Station Delta…” the security goon ordered Wally to one box and me to the other.
“Can’t you see, Unger, my Sexy Bunny’s busy riding?? She’s staying right where she’s at…” he told the goon.
“Sir, I must insist…” the guard tried again.
“Show me your, Boss Man…Unger. I don’t speak to hired help,” Wally stated sarcastically, dismissing him by turning his back.
“Doc, is it…right? Senator L. C. Harring here – it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Bunny only needs…” he attempted to say, but Wally interrupted.
“She’s my Hot Sexy Bunny. That’s my pet name for her and I’m the only one who calls her that. We square?? Or, she and I can always go back to my penthouse and make like rabbits on stacks of hundreds. She’s looking for some female action. But, money gets her motor purring too,” my quarterback bodyguard stated.
“We’re square…sorry, my mistake. I don’t think I’ve ever made her acquaintance. Junior…an introduction,” Senator Harring instructed.
Stick was stuck. He can’t speak unless we tell him it’s okay. So, Lyle was pretending he couldn’t hear anything his dad was saying inside the glass box. The senator was trying to coax him without making too much of a scene.
We decided to let senator and son stew by ignoring them, completely.
“I’m not breaking my promise…for anyone or anything,” I whispered to Wally.
“Neither am I! There’s a pint-sized, lethal predator nearby out headhunting – didn’t you hear? My tiny brain does a good deal of my overall thinking…I love that big guy,” he whispered, humorously.
“The word I used was “massive”…” I commented sheepishly.
“Oh yeah, I was talking about the ‘brain part’. You were talking about ‘the body’…”
“Messy…accidents…happen…from hysterical…laughter,” I stammered softly, through my convulsions.
Fearing my words would come true my right hand disappeared under his sport coat. I wedged it between his back and my lower abdomen to put some pressure on my bladder. Pressing down, wasn’t really helping matters. But, I had to do something because I couldn’t stop the hysterics.
Wally’s quick wit reminds me so much of my big brothers’ that it’s uncanny. Becca is definitely going to fall in love with him…no doubt left about it.
The crowd, being forced to wait, cranked up their noisy complaints.
Another security goon came outside and introduced himself as Darth.
“Sir, the brief scans are required for entry. Your young lady only needs to…” Darth stated.
“Hey Boss Man, only I know what my lady needs. Wait, am I talking to the owner?” Wally asked.
“I am the head of SizZle security…”
“Then, we’ve got a problem. I don’t speak to talking chimps as a general rule. I was invited and told she’d get to play in the petting zoo while the senator and I talk money matters. My high-maintenance lady likes to stroke things. It’s hard to find her sufficient entertainment away from the bedroom.
“I don’t care whether we go in there or not. There’s a big building full of senators, looking for a nicely funded, oval office bid that will be sympathetic to my business needs. But let’s face it…I’ve only got one Sexy Bunny…” Wally informed him.
The senator was frantically attempting to fix this situation. But, Darth didn’t even glance at him.
“You can see her the whole time…” he offered.
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��This is why I don’t waste resources on trained monkeys. I’m not asking and your policies don’t interest me.
“Catch it, Slick…I’m not repeating this. My girl’s getting her freak on, bare-back. I’m not putting her down and risking an interruption.
“You can personally scan us, together. She doesn’t have on enough to be packing a weapon. We’re not hiding anything. In fact, my wallet’s stuffed so full of cash I can’t close it. If Opera Man behind us can squeeze into your box, then I know it can accommodate the two of us…” Wally remarked.
“Scanning two people in one station requires an override…”
“Your problem, Curious George…not ours,” Wally declared.
The crowd was nearing riot level. Lyle and the senator are stuck. Evidently, the system will not resume until we get through.
Darth is in over his head. He already admitted he can scan us together. So, he can’t deny it now.
Ha-ha Monkey Jerk, you just painted yourself into a corner…or so I thought.
“We’ve got a Code Orange at SizZle…advise…” the head of security spoke into his earpiece.
Oh no, these are the new guards who signed their lives away! I had managed to forget that while joking around with Wally. Darth isn’t about to take a risk on two strangers.
“Understood…” Darth said to the person on the other end before he said the fateful words to us. “Sir, GZE’s head of security is coming to issue the override. He is the only one authorized to grant non-standardized access on Select Sundays’…” Darth revealed.
Ice Man is headed to SizZle…game over…the home team just lost.
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