Gotta Dance with the One Who Brung Ya - sex, scandals and sweethearts

by Jon McDonald

  “No ma’am.”

  “I could take you there, but I’m guessin’ you’d rather go there by yourself. They’ll be expectin’ ya. And all’s paid for. So no need to worry yourself about that.”

  Seth nodded again. “Well…, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

  ◘ ◘ ◘

  Josephina Macadam had been a stunning beauty in her day. Not that she wasn’t still a looker, but she was a bit shop worn, some ungracious souls might say. But she had once reigned at the very top of her profession during her glory days in St. Louis, Chicago, and Denver.

  Her last establishment in Denver had been destroyed in a fire, and a number of her girls had perished. She had no alternative but to flee, as the circumstances of the fire were whispered as being suspect. There were suggestions that perhaps financial strain might have prompted the fire for insurance purposes.

  So Josephina found new quarters in Henderson, and set up a fine shop, and was doing a nice brisk business with her stable of comely young ladies, and with the neighboring hills yielding fair amounts of gold for ready spending.

  Now Josephina was not your ordinary blowsy madam – too old to attract customers, and made up like a circus clown with far too much makeup – a caricature of an appealing woman. No, she was stately. She was tall, thin, and dressed simply, but with great taste. Her silver hair was piled high on her head and fastened with what looked like a jewel encrusted coronet.

  Her establishment from the outside looked like any ordinary middle class dwelling. There was no sign announcing services. There was no red light. There were no dark, heavy, red velvet drapes with gold swags. The rooms were light and airy. Of course the girl’s rooms were curtained for privacy. And Madam’s special signature were her birds – parrots, cockatoos , finches, canaries, mina birds – all singing, squawking and shouting out words fit only for a gang of pirates.

  Seth entered the house, removing his hat like a polite lad. Madam spotted him immediately and went over.

  “You must be Seth,” she smiled and extended her hand.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He was not nervous, but he was cautious and circumspect.

  Madam led him into the living room where there was a large collection of comfortably stuffed sofas and chairs. As it was still early in the evening, before the hour when most of the clientele arrived, there was a large assortment of wares on display. Seth looked around and smiled and nodded politely to the girls.

  “Seth, why don’t you come with me to my office? Before we get down to business I should like to get to know you better, and get a sense of how we might best serve you as you are a new customer.”

  She led the way to a large comfortable office where most of her menagerie of birds were prancing and preening in their cages.

  “Please sit,” she indicated, as she settled behind her impressive desk. “Now then, I understand you are a virgin and need some instruction in the ways of romance. Is that correct?”

  “Well ma’am it is indeed true that I ain’t never had no lovin’ before, but I’m not without some knowledge. I do raise a parcel of animals after all.”

  Madam laughed. “Yes, I see. That certainly would provide ample instruction in the ways of – if not romance - then at least the basics in fornication.” She studied him admiringly. “You are one very fine lookin’ young man. Can’t imagine you would have any trouble attracting the young ladies. Am I not right?”

  “Well, ma’am, that would seem to be the case.”

  “So we don’t need to provide you with a mercy fuck, I would imagine.”

  Seth laughed. “No ma’am, whatever that means.”

  “Well, we get a lot of young men in here who are…how shall I put this delicately…fuckin’ ugly. They are brought in because they couldn’t get laid if they was the last standing stud on the planet. But that’s not your problem, is it?”

  “I surely hope not.”

  “So how come you need our services? I would think there would be a line a young ladies stretchin’ down the block just hankerin’ to ride that sweet cock a yours.”

  Seth blushed at her language.

  “Well ma’am, let’s just say I live a ways out of town, and I live with my ma. Not much opportunity for romance. And to be honest, haven’t exactly had my head turned by any of the young ladies in this town yet.”

  “Really? Interesting. Well, if you think you might be ready, let’s go back and see if any of my young ladies can turn your head.”

  They went back into living room where the girls were waiting and posing with the hopes of being chosen. They didn’t often get the chance to entertain a real looker – most of their clients hadn’t even washed in a month.

  “So what appeals to you – Red head, brunette, blond, thin, hefty, big titties, small titties, big ass, kinky, vanilla? What’s your flavor?”

  Seth looked around the room - no one really striking his fancy. He just lifted his hand and pointed to the one in front of him. “That one’s okay.”

  “Cherie? Surprising choice, but it’s not for me to say.”

  Cherie was at the upper end of the age range. Her blond hair was obviously out of a bottle, and she had neglected her roots a little too long. And as to her proportions - in polite company she would be referred to as having an “ample” figure. She seemed as surprised as the Madam that he had selected her. But she was ready, willing, and able.

  Her room was stark and functional. There was no attempt to create a romantic atmosphere. Her customers were not there for romance. Her one concession to mood was to turn down the oil lamp. She took off her negligee and her tits, finally released from the garment, plopped down like two pigeons landing on a porch. She turned to Seth.

  “Need help, honey?” she asked, as he was making no effort to get undressed.

  She went over and began to unbutton his shirt.

  “That’s all right, I can do that.” He removed his shirt.

  Cherie reached down and unbuttoned his pants fly. She put her hand inside and grabbed his cock. “Oh honey, I see we got some work to do here. You’re limp as an old rope.” She laughed. “Come on over.” She led the way to the bed.

  Seth had removed his pants and underwear. He was naked and shivering. The room was not as warm as he’d expected. Or was he shivering for some other reason? Cherie patted the edge of the bed.

  “Better come over here and let me see what I can do to get your candy ready.”

  Seth sat on the edge of the bed and Cherie kneeled down between his legs and began working him with her mouth. Absolutely nothing was happening. Cherie’s jaw was getting tired and she stopped and looked up at Seth.

  “Not workin’ is it, hon?”

  “Seems not,” he replied.

  Cherie got up off the floor, put her on negligee again, and stood looking at Seth. “I got an idea. Be right back.” She left the room and was gone for what seemed to be a very long time. Seth was getting cold and wrapped the top bed sheet around his shoulders.

  Finally there was a knock at the door. Seth was surprised Cherie needed to knock at her own door. “Yeah,” Seth called out.

  The door opened and in the dim light Seth strained to see who it was. Then the figure said softly, “Madam thinks I might be able to help you.” The figure walked in shutting the door behind. Stepping forward into the dim light from the lamp, and unbuttoning his shirt, Cal Tolliver came towards Seth.

  Seth was completely dumbfounded.

  “Got myself a part time job here at the house. Sometimes we get clients with special needs,” Cal spoke softly as he finished undressing. “Madam prides herself in running a full service establishment. We mean to please everyone.”

  Cal came up behind Seth who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He straddled Seth from behind and wrapped his arms around Seth and slowly removed the sheet from around Seth’s shoulders. Cal buried his lips in the crook of Seth’s neck and began kissing him, working his way up to Seth’s ear, sending shivers through his whole being. It was ver
y clear that Seth would no longer have any problem getting his candy “ready” now. In fact there was nothing at all hesitant in Seth’s reaction. He turned to Cal, looked into his eyes and said, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

  “Oh yes, I do,” Cal replied. “I’ve seen you watching me. Undressing me with your eyes and eating me up alive.”

  They both laughed, and fell upon the bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

  ◘ ◘ ◘

  It was just getting light when Seth awoke, his arm around Cal’s chest. Cal’s deep steady breathing was a miracle to Seth. He brushed his lips against the back of Cal’s head. He sighed deeply. He pulled the sheet up to cover them both from the chill morning air. Cal stirred and turned towards Seth, grabbing him up in his arms. “Good morning, you beautiful man, you,” he said in his husky, early morning voice. Tears trickled down Seth’s cheeks. Cal reached up and wiped them away. “Hey, hey, you okay, baby?”

  Seth managed to say, “I had no idea?”

  “I know. First time getting what you really want is pretty awesome, huh? Kinda like a religious experience, isn’t it?” Cal ruffled Seth’s hair, and planted a really soft and tender kiss on his lips.

  “But what now?” Seth asked, still confused and adjusting to his new reality.

  “What do you mean? It’s all paid for.”

  Seth was jolted. “That’s not what I meant. Is that all I am to you? An assignment – a job?”

  Cal smiled. “Is that what you believe?”

  “I don’t know. It sure seemed more than that to me last night.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Cal said, caressing Seth’s cheek.

  “Then where do we go from here? I ain’t never gonna go with no women. Never gonna get married.”

  “Now, now, now. Not so fast. Don’t go gettin’ ahead a yourself.”

  Seth sat up. He really wanted to talk this through. His life had changed and he needed to get clear on what this meant for him. “Are there a lot of men like us?”

  “Some. Not a lot out here, but enough. You see a lot more in the cities.”

  “What are we called?”

  “Sodomites, twilight people, and some other not too nice names.”

  Seth was thoughtful. “And what about us – you and me?”

  Cal was hesitant and looked away. “I’m getting married in six months, ya know.”

  Seth was jolted. “No. No.”

  “Imagine you will too, one day. How else you gonna keep the farm, raise kids to carry on? You know how it is.”

  “Never. Never gonna do that.”

  “Think a your ma. What’s she gonna do? She’ll be destroyed if you don’t have kids and you tell her the reason why. You got no brothers or sisters. It’s all on you, Seth.”

  “So you just gonna get married and knife out that part a yourself?”

  “Hell no. There’s always ways to meet guys. Get a bit of fun. Carry on.”

  “Not me. Sorry, not me.” Seth stood up, and began getting dressed. “I’m gonna have me a man to love. To be with. To make a life with. Damn the town. Damn my ma. And damn you too, if you gonna be such a coward.”

  “Oh Seth….” Cal reached out towards Seth as he was about to leave the room. Seth looked back, just once, with a look that pierced Cal to his deepest soul, and which he would never forget as long as he lived.

  Fantasy

  Cheap Trick in the Drunk Tank

  Gordon Kootsmovi was known on the street as Cheap Trick - hustling for Buds and a few bucks by giving blow jobs in the alleys of Winslow, because he needed the cash - and because he liked it. At sixteen he had escaped from the Hopi First Mesa and hitched down to Winslow to dream his other life. His mother was Spider Woman and his dad was Jack Rabbit. Gordon was a two spirit and needed to play with men that were of his other tribe.

  Winslow, Arizona’s population was a squeak under ten thousand. It had a divided main street that ran through town along the railroad, with the banks and upright stores a discreet distance from the unsightly tracks. The bars were generally on the side streets at the edges of town where Gordon roamed and where the Harvey Girls still danced and sang in the shadows.

  Gordon had been rounded up by the police at three in the morning and deposited in the city clink till daylight - when most of the drunks would have dried out enough to be released once again to forage for stale sandwiches and short flasks of cheap hooch. Gordon was now so well known by law enforcement, they didn’t even bother to book him anymore. He didn’t complain. It gave him a place to spend the rest of the night and catch a few winks before he was booted out way too early after the change of police shifts.

  Gordon lay on the hard platform that resembled a bunk in such a way that he could peer out of the single barred window. He focused on his star. His mother gave it to him in a dream and it has guided him since he was six. As long as he could see its bright twinkle he was at peace, whatever the current situation. Now if only he could fall asleep. He gazed up at his star and as there were fewer than the usual number of winos snoring this early morning he soon drifted off and stepped into one of his reoccurring dreams.

  The low morning sun had not yet burnt off the mists still nestled in the hollows of the sloping lawn. The light shooting through the surrounding trees sent trestles of shadow down towards the languid river. Whispering reeds shuddered in the eddies by the low banks flecked with tiny pink Daisies. Ophelia floated in the currents further out, flinging garlands and nosegays at the boatmen in their skiffs wearing their brightly stripped rugby jerseys. A giraffe swayed gently towards a rank of dark trees to grab at branches of leaves with its grasping lips. A clown juggled for a group of children in white dresses and scarlet tunics spread out under a massive oak, shading a large portion of the lawn. The bells on Cheap Trick’s ankles shook and sparked music everywhere he danced. A spiral of humming birds danced a crown above his head. The heavy dark Kachina mask weighed on Cheap Trick’s shoulders, which slowed his movements, but he danced on, the rattles in his hands signing out the rhythms of his native chants. Slowly he started to rise above the scene. He could look down now at the entire landscape. The manor house sat atop the estate. The river flowed towards the sea. The clouds swept him along like the river below. Soon he was at sea. His mask was now a boat with sails like painted fortresses with the enemy raising fires below. But the images were becoming scrambled, and turning his head on the bunk he was awake.

  Only one drunk still drooled in a corner of the cell. Gordon righted himself on the bunk. His star was long gone and the lemony sun fell on his right knee.

  “Okay, Geronimo, time to scoot.” Randall ran his billy club along the bars of the cell. Randall was one of the older cops and tended to give Gordon an easier time than some of the younger hard-noses. “Try to stay out of trouble today, okay? I’d really like not to see you back in here tomorrow. Can you do that?”

  Gordon didn’t reply but picked up his backpack at the front desk and turned back to the cop before he exited and smiled. “See ya soon. Got a corporate board meeting at noon, don’t ya know.”

  The sergeant laughed. “I’m on graveyard again tonight so don’t let me see you in here too early, okay kid?”

  Gordon headed down the street towards the railway hotel. Winslow had been a major stop in the old days for the trains headed to Los Angeles from the East, with another stop just ahead for the Grand Canyon. One of the Harvey chain hotels, it had fallen into disrepair, but was now being spruced up and was beginning to recapture some of its faded glory and cachet. Gordon knew he could find breakfast there in the dumpster, and headed to the side of the hotel where he could feast in the shadows, unnoticed till after the breakfast service ended and the kitchen crew came out for a smoke.

  Gordon usually spent his mornings pan handling out at the gas stations on I-40, the east-west highway that bisects Arizona and is a major route to the Grand Canyon. That is all most folks ever saw of Arizona. Very few travelers ventured out of their way to travel up north to visit
Gordon’s villages at Hopi.

  Gordon stayed at the back of the Shell station convenience store by the rest rooms, hidden by the racks of post cards and maps, hoping to line up a trick or hustle some cash. He had to keep out of sight of the clerks, who knew him all too well, and would bounce him outta there as soon as they spotted him.

  Today was not starting out too well though. He saw his Uncle’s pickup parked at the pumps. Gordon had not seen his Uncle drive up so didn’t know where he was, as he was not at the truck right now. Gordon decided on a quick exit and a short hike to the next gas station. But just as he was leaving a hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

  “Nephew.”

  He turned and wrenched free of his Uncle, and tried to flee, but Uncle Wallace was even quicker and took him again by the arm.

  “You don’t skip out on me, young man.” Wallace turned him around and took him firmly by both shoulders. “Your Ma been worried sick. Come on, I’m taking you back with me. Get in the truck.” Wallace dragged him towards the truck at the pump, opened the door, and forced him into the passenger seat. But Gordon, faster than a dust devil, scampered across the seat, and without even opening the door, fell forward through the open diver’s window and shot off across the lot. Now Wallace was no match in speed with Gordon so he didn’t even try to catch up to him. And as he hadn’t yet filled his tank, didn’t try to drive after him either. He just threw his hands up in the air, uttered a Hopi curse, and pumped the gas.

  Gordon had, unfortunately, left his backpack behind in the truck, and this was a real problem because the few possessions he had were in that pack. It had his jacket; necessary in the cool, high desert nights, even in summer. There was his toothbrush, his headband, his few changes of clothes, his knife, and most importantly his lucky totem – a humming bird that he had carved out of cottonwood when he was ten. Fortunately, the few bucks he had managed to scrounge were still in his jeans pocket. He thought about how he might swipe a jacket and a new backpack at Conroy’s down on Second Street.