by D. Sallen
Dorris smiled for the first time. She reached out and lightly put her hand on Clint’s forearm. “I like you too, Clint.”
He felt jubilant. “In that case, we need to get together again.”
“Yes, I’m for that. What did you have in mind?”
“Lets go for a ride. On the map I see there’s a scenic drive along the Missouri.”
“Okay, Clint, sounds good to me. I won’t even have to dress up, will I?”
“Gosh no. You look good to me. You would in anything.”
“Flattery yet. If I don’t watch you, you’ll turn my poor innocent head.”
Nevertheless, she took time to put on more make-up and change into slacks. Lorena watched her. “Are you going to tell me where you’re going?”
“For a ride. You’re always pushing me to get together with Clint. What do you think the two of us will be doing alone in a pick-up cab?”
Lorena bounced up happy. “Yes…just don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she sang.
“Never fear, smart Alice. I’ll do anything I want.”
At first in the truck, they talked little; only mundane things. Having turned east and after passing through Nashua, Clint said, “Scenery is not important tonight.”
Sitting close to him. “Oh? Why not?’
“Who really cares about vistas…when a man is out with a good looking girl?”
“Oh my, now that you’ve got me all alone…without my daughter to protect me, perhaps I should ask what your true intentions are.”
“If I told you that, you’d slap my face.”
“Would I? I didn’t slap your face last Saturday night.” She slid farther away from him to study his face. “When you had a pretty good chance of…(fucking me…she blushed on that word in her thoughts)…acting on your intentions.”
Clint’s face burned. He didn’t know what to say. Watching him, Dorris saw his face flame. When he didn’t answer right away, she thought: have I been too bold? No, before we can go much further, I need to know. Why didn’t he have me when he could?
Clint took his eyes off the road to look into her eyes. “Dorris, I like you so very much, the other night was the first time in my life with a woman, that I was more concerned how our sex would affect her afterward, instead of me…just getting another piece of ass…a notch on my belt.”
Dorris felt stunned and at a loss for words. He couldn’t have given me a better answer! I’m still sorry he didn’t fuck me then. I was so ready for it. Should be other times ahead. Dorris felt light headed. “Gosh, maybe I ought to inspect the number of notches on your belt.”
“That was just kidding. I hope I’d never do anything that juvenile.”
After he parked the truck at Gilman’s out of sight of the restaurant windows, Clint reached around and pulled Dorris to him. They mutually enjoyed a bout of heavy necking…until Clint cupped her breast. “Oh no,” she said. “Not tonight. They know we’re out here.” She slipped from under his embrace and jumped out of the truck.
Saturday morning, after the RADAR tower crew was on its way to the job site, only Clint, Lance and Tony Elsas remained at Q-1. A pick up truck pulled up near the entrance and two men got out, Fritz Deutsche and the driver, Basil Tree. Resembling an angry rhino, Fritz tromped into the hut.
Looking up at them, Lance was unimpressed. “Must be our lucky day, an early morning visit by the sunshine boys.”
Basil Tree snarled, “You wise mouth cocksucker, one of these days…” Fritz’s arm restrained him from stepping in front of him.
“Back off, Basil. I’ll handle this.” He braked at the desk where Clint remained sitting. Breathing hard, he flung some legal looking papers on the desk. “Read those, Sergeant. You’re in real trouble now. This’ll put an end to your job.”
“I don’t see the sheriff with you, Fritz, so I reckon this is not an arrest warrant.” Taking his time, Clint picked the papers up and began reading them. “Shit, Fritz, this is just a letter from your lawyer, threatening to sue me…for reckless endangerment of your cattle.” He felt like smirking. “You’re kidding me.”
Now standing beside Fritz, Basil’s face flamed, “Say, smart mouth, watch your tongue. When Mr. Deutsch is kidding, he’ll be laughing.”
With hardly a glance at Basil, Clint snorted. He picked up the second set of papers. Standing now, Lance and Tony Elsas kept an eye on the two ranchers and casually moved to either side of Clint’s desk.
“You’ve kept your lawyer busy, Fritz. I hope he’s charged you a lot. Oh, oh. He’s going to file a request for an injunction, with the Valley County Superior Court against, not only me personally, but against the United States Air Force.” An amazed look on his face, Clint looked up at Fritz. “I can’t believe this.”
Fritz shifted from foot to foot, anxious to move. “Yeah, well you better, and that means you’ve got to stop this construction right now!”
“I’m no lawyer, but I don’t read that in here. Your shyster must really be pulling your leg.” Clint couldn’t keep from grinning. “These documents only mention what he’d like to do, not what he can, or what he has done.”
“Oh yeah? You’re up against a legal wall now, Greybull. If this ain’t enough to stop you…I’ll be back with the sheriff…to enforce these actions!”
“Well, I’d like to see the judge’s face when you tell him you’re going to stop the Air Force.” Clint picked up the first letter and tore it in two. “That’s what your letter is worth.” He picked up the second document.
Fritz’s red face was about to explode. “You God damned sonovabitch! Don’t you be tearing up my documents!” Clint tore the injunction request in two, (fuck him,) handed it back to Fritz.
“AH-R-R-R R-UH!’’ Roaring through his ragged breath, Fritz grabbed Clint’s wrist and pulled him over the desk. He swung with his left fist. But he was off-balance, and with little power, the blow just glanced Clint’s head. Clint twisted out of Fritz’s grasp. He sat back down and didn’t retaliate, just stared at Fritz. The poor bastard is crazy. Lance and Tony stiffened, ready. Basil Tree bobbed around not knowing what to do.
Fritz stood back…both fists cocked… body shaking…face purple, twisted. He couldn’t speak…only sputter. Drool leaked from his mouth.
Tense as coiled springs, the airmen watched Fritz.
“He may be having a heart attack,” Tony Elsas murmured.
Lance whispered. “I think he’s having fits…wonder if he’s got rabies.”
Basil Tree put his hand on Fritz’s shoulder. “Boss! Boss! You okay?”
Fritz wheeled, pushed Basil out of the way…stormed back to his truck. Basil followed and got in the passenger side. The truck skidded, rocked, and tore off down the road to town.
Lance said, “Wonder if Radecker will get him for speeding?”
At lunch time, the RADAR crew wasn’t back yet. Clint said to Tony Elsas, “Hold the fort down here. I’m taking my truck to Glasgow looking for an auger. Lance wants to ride along to look for a used car. If the troops are all bent out of shape, because I’m not here to dole out their rubbers, you can do that. They are hidden in Q-2 on the shelf behind the radio, along with a list of who paid what, and how many they get.”
“No problem Chief. I’ll act as head rubber dispenser.”
In Glasgow, Clint had no problem finding Milk River Farm Implements. Inside, a dusty-looking salesman said, “We only have one auger in the store. C’mon, I’ll show you.” In a shed at the back of the store, he pointed out a rusty looking corkscrew. “Think that’ll do.”
“We don’t know augers from angels.” Clint handed the man a slip of paper. “Our tractor driver says these are the specs for what we need.”
“Well, you are in luck. This one will certainly do.”
Clint grimaced. “Maybe so, but it’s rusty and decrepit looking. Is it used? Doe
s it have to be sharpened?”
“Well, yeah, it is used. If you want a new one we have to order it from Chicago.”
“And that would take how long?”
“Oh, four to six weeks.”
“This one’ll have to do. Can we rent it or do we have to buy it.”
“For sale only, and the first time you use it, most of that rust will come off.”
“How much?”
“Welll. Being used, I can let you have it for a hundred bucks.”
“You got to be kidding. A hundred for that piece of junk? Probably didn’t cost that new.”
“What it cost new isn’t too important to someone who wants it now. Is it?”
“Hey, this is for the war effort. Building a training facility for our bombers.”
“You’re in the service, aren’t you. From your hair cuts, I thought so.”
“Yeah, we’re Air Force…building a bomb scoring site outside of West Layover.”
“Ohhh, in that case, the government is paying. So it doesn’t matter what it costs to you, does it? Price just went up to three hundred dollars.”
Too much for Lance. He got right up in the salesman’s face. “I didn’t hear that. I didn’t hear that you think it’s okay to fuck the government. I didn’t hear that, DID I?”
Lance had the man backed up to a post. Clint put a hand on Lance’s shoulder and eased him back a little. “Lance, I don’t think our friend wants to be labeled a war racketeer. I believe he’ll take our one hundred dollars cash, won’t you mister.”
“Oh yeah yeah, for cash.”
Clint handed him the hundred. “I need a receipt for that. We’re really doing you a favor. You get cash, while I have to put in a requisition for a refund. So how about loading it in my camper outside?”
The salesman started to demur, thinking they can load it themselves, until Lance whipped around to glare at him. Once it was stowed, Clint said, “Another day of adventure in today’s Air Force. You want to look at cars now?”
“I need a brewski, don’t you? All the dust on our buddy back there made me thirsty.”
“Any excuse will do. I wonder if we can get one here without running into the ranch gang?”
“Yeah…Well I could use running into Basil Tree right now. Work off some steam on him that I couldn’t on that salesman.”
When the troops didn’t find Clint in Q-1, they headed for the restaurant. Hardly inside the door, looking around, Kline saw Elsas and said, “Hey, Tony Elsas, where’s the Chief?”
Grinning, “Clint and Lance went to Glasgow on business.”
“Rats!” Kline slammed his hat down on a table. “He owes us some…” seeing Lorena watching him…”stuff we paid for.”
“You got a problem I can see, but don’t sweat it, stop by my room to pick up your…ah gym things.”
By mid-afternoon, Kline, Alcocke, and Jewel had showered, shaved, put on clean clothes and headed for the Boar Pen.
Olivia Gomez opened the door to the airmen. “Welcome gentlemen. Come right in. You must be early risers.”
“Yeah, early risers, I caught that,” Kline said.
“Peter Jewel! Its nice to see you again,” Olivia greeted him. “Tawny had a lot to say about you last time.”
Kline thought, I’ll be damned. The asshole wasn’t lying.
“I hope she was well satisfied.”
“Up to a point, but I do believes she has some reservations. We do require a condom, you know. And we always have some extra ones.”
“I’ll be damned,” Kline said. “After seeing those VD slides you went bare, dummy?”
“Us real studs don’t worry about that.”
The airmen were indeed early. No other men sat in the reception room, except a swarthy guy with a hat on, who sat near a door at the far corner of the room. Marie-Elena stood behind the bar. “Would you men like a drink first? We’ve got Coors beer, whiskey and gin.” Seeing Jewel, “Peter, You can have a beer on the house.”
Kline’s face broke open. That baby-face sonovabitch must have some kind of a tool.
Peter said, “Thank you ma’am, I’ll have it later. I’m hot to trot now.”
“Gosh. You are eager. How about you two, beer?”
“Free to us too?” Kline said.
Olivia broke right in. “First time here, men. First ones free.” She winked at Marie-Elena.
While Kline and Alcocke lined up at the bar for a draft, Jewel said to Olivia. “I don’t see any girls. Are we too early?”
“No indeed.” She walked behind the bar and pressed a button. Shortly, five girls in various states of dress or undress, lingerie being prominent, swished passed the bouncer and took positions around the room. The airmen broke out in large smiles. Olivia thought they looked like kids seeing chocolate cake.
Peter waved to Tawny, but she ‘humnphed,’ turned her nose up at him, and smiled invitingly to Kline and Alcocke.
While paying Olivia, Kline said, “Hey, hero. How come it looks like you struck out with Tawny?”
“Well…she just knows that she can’t have me again until I’ve tried the others.”
“Bull shit. I’ll just see if you’re still the far-haired boy after I’ve fucked her.”
“Be my guest.”
“Fuck you too, Jewel.” He waved to Tawny. She sashayed over to him, stopping for a second to punch a nerve in Jewel’s arm.
“Ouch.” He grinned and waved to Sheree. She took his arm and said, “You’ve got quite a reputation with us girls. Are you always such a romantic stud?”
“Pleasing a lady…is always my aim.”
The remaining three girls were named, June, Jane and Jill. Not wanting to be second in line for the two featured girls, Alcocke walked up to each one of them and took a closer look. He figured they were all older than the college girls, but still pretty. With her jet black hair, lightly tan skin, and high cheekbones, he thought Jill might be part Indian. He was taken with June’s breast size, and decided age wasn’t important. He paid Olivia. June knew what excited him, and walking back to her room with her arm around his waist, kept her breast pressed against his side.
Alone, Ervin Hooper had followed the other airmen at a distance. After they went inside, he waited up the road for about five minutes. Wanting to beat anyone else coming to the Boar Pen, he knocked on the door. Olivia invited him just in time for him to see Alcocke disappearing through a door. Since he wasn’t with the others who got a free beer, he wasn’t offered one. Jane and Jill were still in the room. Taken with her somewhat exotic appearance, embarrassed and anxious, he walked up to Jill and said, “I believe we can be friends, can’t we?”
“Yes, of course. Soon as you pay Olivia.” He did. “I think we can be great friends. Come with me now.” She took his hand and led him to the hallway door guarded by El Gordo. Before passing the guard, she glanced back at Jane who raised her eyebrows and shook her head in a signal that said Jill may have a virgin. Could be. He looks so young. Seems nervous. At the door to her room she managed to turn into him enough to brush lightly against his front. Doesn’t have a hard-on either. When Loren Priebe went to Tony Elsas’s room to collect his rubbers, he said, “Tony, I’m not that hot to hook up with a hooker. What we say we drive over to Fort P., and check out their community center. Might be some good looking WACs, or civilian women there. That place might be snatch heaven.”
“Okay, sounds good to me. I reckon we can take the carryall. Who knows what all we can carry in it. With Clint gone, I’ll get Roger’s okay at supper.”
Roger, who had a family back at Moses Hole AFB in Washington said, “I’ll go along with you and drive. That way if you get lucky you won’t have to worry about a ride.”
Back at the Boar Pen, Ross Alcocke, after burrowing his face into Junes breasts and lickin
g her nipples, quickly ejaculated when he entered her. “Rats, that was too quick.”
“You haven’t had a girl in long time, I bet.”
“Yeah, I was just too excited. But I liked it. You’re a great fuck, June.”
She laughed. “Oh I know it. That’s all I am, just a thing? Remember me next time you’re ready. I’ll help you slow down some,” she lied. Quicker the better for her. He was the first of the airmen back to the reception room.
Kline wanted Tawny to blow him. “Okay, but it costs extra. Sure you want to pay for something that’ll sap your strength for a good fuck?”
Considering his outgoing behavior and smart mouth, Kline was strangely fastidious with Tawny. He wasn’t about to kiss a whore. If she gave blow jobs, she could have worse things in her mouth than she had in her cunt. He settled for caressing her all over her body and manipulating her breasts. Once inside her he pumped very slow until, with her slyly meeting his thrusts to speed him up, he came sooner than he wanted to. He rolled off of her. Then he lay beside her with his arm around her so she couldn’t get up without being abrupt.
“Tawny, you looked pissed with Peter Jewel. He’s been boasting what a great fuck he gave you…without using a rubber. Is that why all of you think he’s so great?”
“No! That rascal might have got me pregnant. I’ll kill him if he did.”
“Well…what did he do that’s so great then? He have a horn on his dick?”
“Oh no. It’s his marvelous foreplay. If he hasn’t told you his method, I won’t give away his secret.” She pushed his arm away and got up. “If you can learn his way, you’ll thrill girls too.”
“Well, I think he was a damn fool not to use a rubber.”
“Me too…That bastard. If I miss a period, he better stay out of my sights.”
That bastard didn’t have any of Kline’s fastidiousness. He and Sherri both enjoyed him taking his time to neck with her, stroke her body with a soft tingling touch that aroused the nerves under her skin. He murmured how she was so exquisitely beautiful. How he couldn’t have enough of her. What a delight her breasts were when he sucked her nipples. How thrilling to stroke his finger, then fingers deep inside of her. Poised on the edge of orgasm, Sherri came out of her trance as Peter licked his way down her belly to her slit. Reluctantly, she twisted away from him. “Stop, stop. You’ve got to put a rubber on before you eat me. Much as I want it, I don’t want a baby. Rubber first. Then you can eat me all night.”