by Sam Lollar
“Give me an hour,” he replied.
“I’ll send Cookie over in about an hour or so. Meantime, I’ll send our bellman over to pick up your ‘gift’for Cookie’s company. Yes, it’s a pleasure doing business with you, too. Good night and have fun.”
As she hung up, everyone roared with laughter. “You were great as a prostitute,” Mrs. Schuster screamed.
“Aunt Dollie. What will Mama say? Here I’ve gone on my honeymoon, and you turn me into a whore.” She was laughing so hard, she had to hang on to Ron for support.
“Well, I’d better go get someone for our customer. I hope the hookers are out this early downtown. Aaron, you want to come with me, help pick out someone for him?”
“Ugh. I don’t think so, thanks.”
“Come on, Ron. Let’s go get us a hooker,” Scott said, grabbing Ron’s arm. They went out to the Lincoln, still laughing about the episode.
“Aaron, go on over there and get the money from him before he gets too much drunker,” Mrs. Schuster said to me.
I walked over to 130 and knocked on the door again.
“Come on in,” I heard him say when he opened the door a crack. As I entered, I realized he was naked, his big stomach hanging down like an apron hiding his cock. “Let me get my wallet out. Will you take traveler’s checks?”
Feeling cocky myself, I said, “Sure, that’ll be fine.”
“A hundred bucks, huh? She better be some fine-looking dame for that much.”
“Only the best, sir,” I said, warming to the role of pimp.
He gave me ten ten-dollar traveler’s checks, and I returned to the lobby, where Mrs. Schuster, Bob, and Mimi were waiting.
In a surprisingly short time, the Lincoln returned to the parking lot, and Scott escorted a scuzzy-looking woman who could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty years old to room 130. Ron came on in the lobby, followed momentarily by Scott.
“Ah, love. Ain’t it grand?” Scott joked as he entered.
“I’m not too sure, but she looked kind of homely to me,” I offered.
“Yeah, sort of a dog all right, but she was easy to find—just a half mile down the road near the university. I think she was working Fraternity Row, if you ask me,” Scott replied. “But our customer seemed delighted. As soon as he opened the door and saw her, he started grabbing himself like this.” He mimicked playing with himself.
“Scott. Please, we don’t need the graphic details,” Mrs. Schuster said. “How much is she charging, anyway?”
“All she wanted was twenty bucks,” Ron said. “Not only ugly but cheap, I guess.” Everyone was laughing out loud at these observations.
“Wow. Twenty dollars for her, ten for Aaron, that means we have seventy dollars to play with,” Mrs. Schuster observed. “We ought to place it all on a bet of some sort. Scott. What horse races are going on now?”
“None now, Dollie. The tracks are closed until the weekend. I think we ought to use it for our dinner tonight. What do you say, Mimi? You’re our call girl du jour.”
“I think Scott’s right, let’s eat well tonight. But I think we should pay that poor girl more than just twenty dollars. Honey, let’s give her forty, instead.”
“Forty?” Scott said. “As ugly as she is, she’s probably used to getting five or ten, so this twenty-dollar gig is high cotton to her.”
“Please. Ron? Honey?”
“Okay, I suppose so. What do you think, Aunt Dollie?”
“Well, I’m all for supporting our working women, so I have no problems with giving her forty.”
“Sheesh. You wimps are just no fun,” Scott said. “Why don’t we give her a job as a receptionist, while we’re at it?”
“Well, we do need someone for the midnight shift since Rick left,” Bob said.
With everyone laughing, Scott threw his hands in the air in despair. “I’m never bringing a whore into this motel again. You people are just too damn weird.”
After the excitement settled, Scott decided he wanted to clean up before going to eat, so everyone agreed to meet back at the lobby in twenty minutes. During that time, Miss LuLu entered the lobby with Pookie under her arm, as usual.
“Dahlings. There you are. Pookie and I were wondering where everyone had gone. Bob, dear, is Madame Schuster in?”
“No, ma’am,” Bob said, laughing out loud at the double entendre, “The madam is out, but she should return shortly. She and Scott and her guests are going to dinner.”
“Oh, I’ll try to catch her tomorrow instead.”
Just as she was turning to leave, Mrs. Schuster entered the lobby and greeted Miss LuLu.
“Oh, dahling, I was just looking for you.”
“Really? What’s up?” Bob chuckled at that double entendre. Mrs. S blushed and glanced away from him.
“Oh, nothing, really. I just wanted to chat about my…um…my situation here, that’s all.”
“I have an idea,” Mrs. Schuster said, and I knew she was inviting her to dinner with us. Oh my God, I thought. I’m going to end up in her bed again.
“Why don’t you have dinner with us tonight? My niece and her new husband are in town. Scott and Aaron are joining us—we’re just going next door to the Oriental Blossoms. Unless, of course, you have other plans.”
“No, I have no other plans. If you’re sure it’ll be all right, I’d really love to. Let me go put Pookie to bed, it’s past his bedtime, you know. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“We’ll be in the lobby waiting,” Mrs. Schuster said.
As Miss LuLu left, Scott entered and held the door for her. “I’ll see you later, dahling.”
“What’s that all about?” he asked.
“I invited her to join us for dinner,” Mrs. Schuster stated.
“Well, I’ll bet Aaron loves that,” Scott said, laughing out loud.
“I’m not too sure,” I said. “I hope she doesn’t force me to drink any more margaritas.”
Mrs. Schuster laughed as Scott turned to me. “I have an idea. Why don’t you change clothes and come with us to Juarez after dinner?”
“Change clothes? I’ll have to go home to do that. Is that all right?”
“No, no, no. I have some clothes I think will be perfect for you. Why don’t you come over to my room, and we’ll get you spiffed up?”
I was feeling a bit uncomfortable about this offer, remembering Bob’s admonitions to me, when the hooker from Mr. Stanton’s room came into the lobby. She was smoking a cigarette and pulling her rather short skirt down over her bony legs. Gads, she was a sorry sight.
“Hey, Scottie,” she said. “I want my money. That old fart finished sooner than I thought. Gimme my dough.”
Scott gave her two twenties and said, “The bus stop is just across the street. It shouldn’t take too long for one to come along.”
“Bus, my ass,” she barked. “You’re takin’ me back to the frat boys. If I don’t get there soon, the other chicks’ll get all the good johns. Let’s go, buster, I want to ride in that big Lincoln of yours again. And thanks for the extra twenty.”
Mrs. Schuster was watching with an amused look on her face. “Scott, be a dear and run your friend back down to the university. We’ll wait for you for dinner.”
“Oh, all right. Come on, Aaron. Let’s take Trixie back to work.”
“I told you before, it ain’t Trixie. My name’s Ruby Delight. I go by my stage name, you know. Have you seen my act?” she was asking me as we left the lobby and got into the Lincoln.
“No, ma’am, I don’t think so. Where are you performing?”
“At the Caves, boy, in Juarez. I got a hot act with a boa constrictor that leaves the boys panting for more. You oughtta come see it some time.”
“What’d the old guy want you to do?” Scott asked her as we drove south on Mesa Street.
“Ah, nothin’ much. He had me take my blouse and skirt off. He liked seein’ me in my panties and buzzeer. I sat on the toilet while he sat in a hot tub of water and jacked off. The way
he was groanin’ and carryin’ on, I thought he was going to sink and drown or have a heart attack. I was all ready to call a doctor. I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to shoot. Sometimes those old farts can take forever, but he popped a load all right. One little shot. All that screamin’ and groanin’ for one little squirt. What a waste of energy. Here you go, sport, let me off right here.”
Scott pulled over, and Ruby Delight got out of the car. “You got another hot prospect, Scottie boy, look me up. I’m usually around these frat houses in the evening.”
“Sure thing,” Scott said as she closed the door. “What a slut.”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t that the whole idea?”
“Yeah, but some of the other girls I’ve picked up have had some class about them. You know? Like they have a certain elegance. All this cunt shows is filth and gutter action.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I’ve not seen too many hookers, so I don’t know a lot about them.”
“Oh, come on. Surely you’ve fucked with them. I mean, Juarez is right across the river. Come on, don’t tell me you and your friends have never visited the Zona Rosa.”
I was beginning to get uncomfortable when I responded somewhat huffily, “Why is it that everyone around here is so interested in my sex life? Don’t you all have one of your own?”
“Well, calm down, Aaron.”
“Just mind your own damn business.”
We drove into the parking lot, and Scott parked the Lincoln, still chuckling at me. He told me to follow him to his room so we could change. It was getting close to eight, and I was really hungry. “Come on, Scott. I don’t need to change, I’m hungry.”
“Oh, all right. I can see Dollie and everyone’s waiting for us anyway. Your date sure looks nice this evening.”
I could see Miss LuLu through the window, really dolled up in a strapless sundress—hopefully with a stronger brassiere than she had worn the other day.
“Oh, good. The pimpmobile has returned,” Ron said, laughing. “We’re really famished. Let’s eat.”
We all went into the Oriental Blossoms, where we were promptly seated; me between Miss LuLu and Scott.
“Dahlings, it’s so good of you to invite little ol’ me to join you for dinner,” Miss LuLu said in what I assumed was a Southern drawl. I later learned this was her real voice.
“Think nothing of it,” Mrs. Schuster said. “We’re just one big happy family around here.”
“Well, it’s really sweet of you anyway,” Miss LuLu continued. “Aaron was so sweet the other day to take me to that cute little restaurant in Mexico. I was so surprised everyone spoke English.”
“Miss LuLu,” I said, “that was New Mexico. It’s part of the United States.”
“New Mexico?” she asked, incredulous. “Are you sure? Dollie? Is that right?”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize you thought you were going to Mexico. You were still in the U.S.”
“Well, I’ll be damned…uh, darned…whatever. New Mexico. Imagine that.”
We ate heartily. Since it was so late in the evening, everyone was really hungry.
“Hurry and finish. We’ve got lots of sights to see tonight,” Scott said.
“What are you up to?” Miss LuLu inquired.
“They’re going to Juarez to show Mimi and Ron the sights, I’m afraid,” Mrs. Schuster said.
“I have an idea,” Scott said. I knew immediately my date was going to accompany us this evening. “Why don’t you come along, LuLu?”
“Oh, do join us,” Mimi said. “I want to hear more of your Hollywood stories.”
“Dahlings, I don’t want to intrude on your fun,” Miss LuLu replied, trying to sound sincere.
“Nonsense, we’d love to have you,” Ron offered.
“Then it’s settled. Let’s all meet back here at nine thirty and hit the trail,” Scott said, taking on role of tour director.
“Dollie, are you going, too?”
“No, I went with them last night. I think that’s enough fun for me. You go on without me. Bob and I will hold down the fort here.”
Chapter Eight
The Black Camaro
“Come on to my room,” Scott said, putting his arm around me. “I have some clothes that will look great on you.”
Warning bells went off in my head. “We’ll meet you guys back here in a half hour,” he said to the others as we left the restaurant.
“Bob’s really curious about what you have in your room, you know.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet. He doesn’t like me, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t think that,” I said, surprised at his matter-of-fact pronouncement. “Why do you think he doesn’t like you?”
“Oh, he’s one of those straitlaced military types, you know. Former Marine, Navy, Army, or some such. He doesn’t approve of ‘alternate lifestyles,’ I guess.”
“‘Alternate lifestyles’? What does that mean?” I asked, warning bells really clanging in my ears by now.
“Oh, come on, Aaron. No eighteen-year-old can be that naïve. I can’t tell if you’re just being coy with me or not.”
We arrived at his room, and I was really apprehensive, both because of what I would find in there and because of his outburst.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said quietly.
“For Christ’s sake, Aaron, I’m not a criminal. I’m not going to do bodily harm to you. I just wanted to show you some clothes and get to know you better, that’s all. I can’t figure out why you’re so frightened of me.”
“Well, Bob said…”
“Oh, forget Bob, for Christ’s sake. I already told you, he doesn’t like me and probably spreads rumors about me because he doesn’t know me very well. Come on in, and we can talk a bit more about it, if you like.” He had opened the door. With the lights out, I couldn’t see anything to be afraid of, so I went in, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Scott closed the door behind us and turned on the lights. They were amazingly ineffective in dispelling the gloom of the room. He obviously had it on a dimmer switch, and it was very dim indeed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I became able to see what was in the room. He had covered the windows with two large framed paintings of naked men, boys really—paintings of boys with hard muscles and very large sex organs prominently displayed.
“Oh, my,” I gasped as I saw them more clearly.
“Like ’em? I had a guy in Juarez paint them from some photos I had.”
“You had photos of naked boys?” I asked, my incredulity becoming apparent as my eyes widened in surprise.
“Well, they’re men, actually. Pete, on the right, is eighteen and Manuel is nineteen. Or was, I suppose, when I took the photos last year. What are you staring at?”
He had caught me essentially mesmerized by the size of their sex organs. “Oh, well, they really aren’t that big, I just told the artist to use some imagination when doing the genitals. Don’t you think they look great?”
“Well, I suppose…” I stammered as I turned around. The rest of his room was surprisingly uninteresting. It was just his bed, with the same bedspread that all the other “red décor” rooms had, bookshelves with books, and a small refrigerator. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Why do you keep this place such a secret? I don’t see anything you need to hide other than those paintings, I suppose,” I asked him.
“Oh, I don’t know. I just hate the idea of everyone around here having access to my room. I guess I just like my privacy.”
“Now you’re sounding like Miss LuLu when she first arrived here.”
“Yeah, I suppose so. She is a queer duck, isn’t she?”
“I never know if she’s going to swallow me whole or just chew me up a little at a time,” I said, voicing my fears out loud for the first time, realizing I felt the same way about Scott.
“Ah, I think she’s harmless. She didn’t take advantage of you when she had you naked in her bed, did she?”
“Well, no, I suppose not. Come to th
ink of it, how would I know? I was passed out.”
“Trust me, she was a perfect lady. Now, let me show you these clothes I want you to wear tonight.”
He pulled out several shirts, pants, and boots from his closet.
“Try this shirt on,” he said.
I took it from him and started toward the bathroom to change, when he asked, “Where’re you going? Just try it on here.”
“Well, I, too, like a bit of privacy, if you don’t mind,” I retorted.
“Christ. Here we go again. What are you afraid of? I’m not going to attack you, Aaron. Just change your shirt here.”
“No!” I surprised myself with the strength of my reluctance to expose myself in his presence. “I’ll either change in the bathroom, or I’ll leave,” I said with finality.
“Oh, all right. But come back in here so I can see how it looks on you.”
I went into the bathroom and couldn’t help noticing the several boxes of Fleet enemas and suppositories he had. Maybe he didn’t want me to come into the bathroom so I wouldn’t see the many rectal supplies. I also noticed a large plastic device that looked surprisingly like a big erect penis. Oh, my, I thought. If he so much as touches me, I’m leaving and never coming back here.
I changed the shirt and returned to the room where Scott was waiting. It was a tight white shirt, almost gauze-like in texture. Clearly he wanted me to wear it so my body would be exposed. “Scott, I can’t wear something like this in public.”
“Why not? You look great. You have such a fine, hard, muscular body, that shirt just shows it off.”
“Yeah, but you can see my boobies, and I don’t like it.”
“Okay, try this other one on, then,” he said, handing me another shirt that looked even more transparent than the one I was wearing.
Returning to the bathroom, I slipped the white gauze shirt off and pulled on the black fishnet one over my head. I thought I looked ludicrous, and that’s what I told Scott.
“Nonsense, you look great,” he said. “That’s the shirt I want you to wear tonight. Put these pants on with it.”
“Scott, I’m not wearing this stupid thing in public.”