Caliente

by DM Barrett

  “Doc, you are enrolled in the regular category and the special wheelchair category that was created just for you,” Dave said excitedly.

  “So, if I win either category, you’ll be happy?” Doc asked.

  “What do you mean ‘if’? You’re the only contestant in the wheelchair category. All you have to do is cross the finish line and we’re winners,” Dave exclaimed.

  “I better lose this shirt and shorts, or I’ll be disqualified,” Doc said.

  “Good idea. I’ll get one of the water girls to help you,” he replied.

  Actually, two water girls showed up to quick strip Doc. A hot blonde grabbed his shirt and a hot brunette jerked off his shorts.

  “Have you ever been stripped by two women before?” the blonde asked.

  “Not at the same time,” Doc replied.

  “Let’s get to the starting line,” Dave urged.

  With the runners in position, the judge fired a flare pistol to signal the start of the race.

  Although the course wound through the campus, it was tabletop flat and all of it was paved. It wasn’t long before Doc had broken out of the pack and held a substantial lead.

  With about 1,000 meters to go, it was obvious to Steve Riley and the crowd that Doc was going to take the race. The crowd was more subdued that in past races. It wasn’t that a wheelchair would win the race, but that it was going to win by as much as 200 meters.

  Doc crossed the finish line at breakneck speed. All but about ten runners walked off the track. One petite thirty something female runner crossed the finish line several minutes after Doc.

  Steve Riley gave Doc a congratulatory handshake and asked to speak with him privately before the results were announced. Doc nodded and rolled away from the hearing of the attendees.

  “Doc, we’re really happy for you. But if a wheelchair always wins this race the number of able-bodied contestants will diminish and this will become basically a wheelchair race,” Steve said somberly.

  “Most races keep wheelchair contestants in a separate category apart from regular contestants. Normal runners can’t compete with a wheelchair in marathon or near marathon races,” Doc explained.

  “Is there anything that we can do about this year’s race without being unfair to you and Dave’s Marina?” Steve asked.

  “Did Dave pay one entrance fee or two?” Doc asked.

  “He paid only one,” Steve replied.

  “Declare that I only competed in the wheelchair category and declare the second person to cross the finish line to be the non-wheelchair winner,” Doc suggested.

  “Dave McDonald will be livid,” Steve replied.

  “He didn’t pay two entrance fees so it’s his fault. But next year require wheelchairs to compete in only the wheelchair category,” Doc said.

  “Good idea,” Steve responded.

  “One more thing,” Doc said.

  “What is that, Doc?” Steve asked.

  “If you tell anyone about this, I will tell everyone here that you wear women’s panties under your dress slacks,” Doc threatened.

  Steve placed his right index finger across his lips and then made a large X across his chest. Doc nodded approvingly.

  When the standings were announced and the winners named, everyone was happy but Dave McDonald. He was quite sad that he had not paid two entrance fees.

  “Doc, I am so sorry that I screwed this up,” Dave said sadly.

  “We won! How can you be unhappy?” Doc inquired.

  “We should be carrying home both prize checks and two trophies,” Dave lamented.

  “My grandfather used to say, ‘Pigs get fat and hogs get slaughtered.’ Keep that in mind,” Doc urged.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you today?” Dave asked.

  “Yes, get those two water girls to bring my clothes and get them back on me. I don’t want Waver meeting me at the front door like this,” Doc said with wide eyes.

  “No problem and I’ll see you at the foam party a little later,” Dave replied.

  About the time Marilyn arrived at the Tiki Bar two of the water girls were assisting him to get dressed. It was quite helpful but unnecessary.

  “At least they’re helping you get dressed rather than undressed,” Marilyn remarked.

  “They helped with that at the starting line,” Doc replied.

  Dave McDonald approached the couple with a sad look and said, “Doc won both races, but I forgot to pay the entrance fee for the second race. He lost the main race by default but won the wheelchair division.”

  “He got what he wanted the most,” Marilyn remarked.

  “What was that?” Dave asked.

  “Two water girls undressing and then dressing me,” Doc remarked.

  Ignoring Doc’s remark, Marilyn asked, “So how does this foam party work?”

  “The resort will use a blower full of bubble juice and fill that eight foot by twelve foot by four-foot deep transparent plastic area with foam. Then you get in and move around like you are in a big bubble bath,” Dave McDonald explained.

  “What’s the point?” Doc asked.

  “To be or not to be,” Dave said somewhat cryptically.

  Marilyn inquired, “To be or not to be what?”

  “Groped,” Dave said with a laugh.

  “Oh! OK,” Marilyn replied with eyes opened wide.

  “When the whistle blows jump in. I’ll see that you don’t get molested,” Doc promised.

  Marilyn walked to the gate and stood in line to get into the foam container. She was wearing a small, orange bikini.

  “I’ll buy you a ginger ale if that suit lasts more than five minutes,” Dave McDonald remarked.

  “That appears to be a safe bet – for you,” Doc replied.

  Once the first round of the foam party commenced, all you could really see were lots of arms, legs, heads, and bottoms. Swimsuit tops and bottoms were flying in every direction.

  After about 15 minutes the security guy blew his whistle for the revelers to get out. Another set of about 25 participants filed into the foam tank and the party began for a second time.

  “I don’t know what happened to my swimsuit,” Marilyn remarked covered with foam.

  “I’m sure it went to some needy person,” Dave said.

  “Go rinse off in that outdoor shower before you get into any more trouble,” Doc said with a chuckle.

  Doc rolled toward the eight outdoor showers. There were four large shower stalls enclosed on three sides. Each stall contained back to back shower heads and controls. The front was open.

  Marilyn stepped into one of the units and began to rinse off. It wasn’t long before all the outdoor showers were full, and a line formed nearby.

  After Marilyn exited the shower and wrapped a towel around her, she whispered to Doc, “I got groped.”

  “A little or a lot?” Doc inquired.

  “Less than on a date with you,” she replied curtly.

  “Indeed,” Doc remarked.

  As they made their way to the handicapped gate just beyond the outdoor showers, they heard someone yelling, “Doc! Doc!” When Doc and Marilyn turned, they saw it was Steve Riley.

  “Doc, next Sunday is your Birthday Bash,” Steve explained.

  “Steve, you have been given bad information. My birthday is two months away,” Doc said.

  “Doc, next month is your birthday. None of the folks here know the date of your real birthday. It’s going to be the theme for next Sunday’s frivolities,” Steve said.

  “You are using Doc’s bogus birthday as an excuse to party?” Marilyn asked.

  “I didn’t think you needed an excuse to party at Caliente,” Doc said with a chuckle.

  “Come on Doc,” Steve whined.

  “Will there be presents?” Doc asked bluntly.

  “They’ll be games and prizes, a live band, free cake and hot dogs for the first 100 guests, and you and Marilyn will have free food and drink all day long,” Steve explained.

  “I’ll p
rovide the birthday sex for you afterwards. You know – like the song Birthday Sex by Jeremih,” Marilyn reported.

  “Steve, do you realize that next Sunday is Doc’s birthday?” Doc asked with a smile.

  “I just heard that,” Steve responded.

  * * *

  When Doc and Marilyn returned to the house, they noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Doc believed it was a rental car that Roger and Amber drove from Tampa International to the house.

  Doc opened the door and rolled inside. His brother, Roger, and his sister-in-law Amber stood to greet him.

  After exchanging pleasantries, Doc inquired, “Where’s Waver?”

  “She’s in the den getting a cut and color from Chris Jones,” Amber explained.

  “Does she have plans?” Marilyn asked.

  “Let’s hope not,” Doc said.

  “David, we have two important things to tell you,” Roger said solemnly.

  “Let’s hear it,” Doc replied.

  “First, Amber is pregnant. That explains her morning sickness in Hawaii. We tried an early pregnancy test (EPT) and it showed positive,” Roger said.

  “What’s the second important thing?” Marilyn queried.

  “We’ve decided to buy a house and move to Tampa,” Roger said.

  “We can’t leave Waver alone in Minneapolis,” Doc exclaimed.

  In a minute or so Waver entered the room and said, “I’ve got an announcement to make.”

  “Say on, Waver. I doubt you can shock us,” Roger responded.

  “I’ve decided to sell my house in Minneapolis and move to Tampa,” Waver announced.

  Trying to maintain his composure, Doc asked, “What part of Tampa are you considering?”

  “I’m going to find a condo or villa at this resort and move,” Waver said.

  “That’s wonderful! We’re buying a house at this resort, too!” Amber said.

  Trying to change the subject, Doc announced, “Amber’s pregnant!”

  “I knew that,” Waver replied.

  “How did you know?” Amber asked.

  “I heard Roger tell David just a few minutes ago,” Waver explained.

  “Pop a cork, Marilyn! It’s time to introduce Dom Perignon to the family,” Doc said with incredulity.

  “I’ll take ginger ale or diet soda. My champagne days are on hold for the next several months,” Amber remarked.

  “The celebration may be a bit premature,” Roger explained.

  “We have to sell our house and find one here. I have to transfer my practice here. I’ve got to give notice to the Vikings organization,” Roger said.

  “How long will all that take?” Marilyn asked.

  “At least six months maybe nine,” Roger said.

  “What’s your time frame Waver?” Doc inquired.

  “I have to sell my place and find a villa or ground floor condo here. I think at least six months too,” Waver reported.

  Doc and Marilyn looked at each other with an approving glance.

  “You should get your things out of the car for the evening here,” Doc recommended.

  “Actually, we’re got reservations for two days in Orlando at one of the Disney hotels. We’ve got a room for Waver, too,” Amber said.

  “Why do I have a room?” Waver asked.

  “You’ve got a hot date tomorrow with Mickey Mouse,” Roger replied.

  “I doubt he’s better than Mako,” Waver remarked.

  “Who is Mako?” Roger asked.

  “Long story for another time,” Doc said.

  11. Baseball & Birthdays

  A nearby bolt of lightning followed by a very loud crash of thunder put an end to Marilyn’s morning beauty sleep. She sat up in the king size bed, looked out the window, and noticed that a moderate amount of rain had started falling.

  Doc had been awake for an hour or so. He was working through his email and reading the newsfeed on his laptop computer.

  “Are you excited about your birthday bash?” Marilyn asked.

  “Only about half as excited as I’m going to be when I get this computer turned off and get you turned on,” Doc replied.

  Doc exited the program, set aside the laptop, and turned to hug his wife. It was at that point the he heard a tapping on the back-bedroom door.

  “Go see who it is,” Doc said.

  “I’m naked!” Marilyn explained.

  “It’s March 1st so it’s not Santa. You won’t make the naughty list yet,” Doc remarked.

  Marilyn went to the door and peered through the sheers. She recognized a familiar face.

  “Well, who is it?” Doc insisted.

  “It’s Mako,” Marilyn replied.

  “Let him in,” Doc said with a sigh.

  “Happy Birthday, Doc!” Mako exclaimed.

  “We’re all in our birthday suits, too,” Doc exclaimed slightly mocking Mako.

  “Can I spank you?” Mako joked.

  “With your reputation, you’re not getting anywhere near my bare ass,” Doc insisted.

  “David, that’s just rude,” Marilyn rebuked.

  “It’s Ok. He’ll mellow out during the baseball game,” Mako responded.

  “What baseball game?” Doc inquired.

  “It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. The Tampa Bay Rays are playing the Baltimore Orioles in the first exhibition game this year,” Mako said.

  “Why should I be excited about this?” Doc queried.

  “There’s a big party at the Sports Bar at 1:00 pm for watching it on the local cable channel. It’s fifty cent draft beer, dollar hotdogs, and lots of free prizes,” Mako explained. It’s the warmup for your birthday bash at 4:00 o’clock,” Mako explained.

  “We’ll be there,” Marilyn promised.

  “Wear panties, a bikini, or really short shorts, and a crop top,” Mako suggested.

  “I don’t have a crop top,” Marilyn replied.

  “Bring me one of your knit tops and a pair of scissors,” Mako instructed.

  Marilyn went scurrying off to do as Mako requested. She thought that she’d probably wear a white thong bikini.

  “Mako, your skill sets, and persuasive charms never cease to amaze me,” Doc said.

  “Why do you say that?” Mako inquired.

  “You knock on my bedroom door, block me from marital relations, roll my naked wife out of bed, and send her scurrying for a t-shirt and a pair of scissors so you can slut her up for a Caliente Baseball Bash,” Doc explained.

  “It’s my sincerity,” Mako replied.

  “No doubt,” Doc said under his breath.

  Marilyn returned wearing a tight fitting royal blue t-shirt. Her bottom was still bare.

  Mako took the scissors and cropped the t-shirt just where the bottom twenty percent of her breasts would show. He motioned for her to lean to the side and there was even a better show.

  “Go put on some bottoms,” Mako instructed.

  As Marilyn scurried away for her thong, Doc said, “This is truly an eventful day.”

  “Why do you say that?” Mako asked.

  “You have asked a woman to put on clothes instead of trying to get them off,” Doc replied.

  Marilyn returned wearing the navy crop top and the white thong. It was provocative – even for a Caliente Sunday. She gave a slow 360-degree spin for effect.

  “What do you think?” she asked.

  “It looks great, absolutely great,” Mako said.

  “There’s no hail damage either,” Doc added.

  “I’ll see you there a little before 1:00 pm,” Mako said.

  “Are there any further instructions from our neighborhood fashion designer?” Doc asked.

  “You may resume your normal Sunday morning marital relations,” Mako replied as he exited the back door.

  “Did you tell him that we were making love?” Marilyn asked.

  “No, I did not,” Doc replied sternly.

  “How did he know?” Marilyn asked.

  “He’s got a sixth sense ab
out that sort of thing. He can read your aura,” Doc suggested.

  “Can you read my aura?” Marilyn inquired.

  “No, but I can tell your future,” Doc replied.

  “And I can tell yours,” Marilyn responded as she crawled into bed and pulled up the covers.

  * * *

  Doc and Marilyn arrived at Calypso Cantina at 12:45 pm and the bar was already at about two-thirds capacity. It seemed like a lot of excitement for a pre-season baseball game.

  A tall, thin gentleman walked to where Doc and Marilyn were seated and said, “I’m Shorty Jones. I’m hosting this shindig for the resort.”

  “I’m Marilyn and this is my husband, Dr. David Michaels,” she replied.

  Doc stretched out his right arm to shorty and said, “Just call me Doc.”

  “I hope I’m not being too nosy but you’re well over 6 feet tall. How is it that your name is Shorty?” Marilyn inquired.

  “In college I played shortstop for on the University of South Florida baseball team. That gave rise to my nickname,” Shorty Jones explained.

  “What should we expect today?” Doc asked.

  “Every time that Tampa Bay makes a hit, we draw for a prize. We’ll give a numbered ticket to every lady here. Men are not eligible for prizes,” Shorty explained.

  “I like this party!” Marilyn exclaimed.

  “Doc will like it, too,” Shorty said with a smile.

  Every able-bodied customer stood as the national anthem was played. They all waited excitedly for the first pitch.

  There were no hits by the Baltimore Orioles and no runs scored. When Tampa Bay went to bat, the lead-off batter doubled, and the Rays had a man on base.

  “Number 321” Shorty yelled.

  “That’s the number on my ticket!” Marilyn said with excitement.

  “Spin around and jump up a few times. Show us how excited you are,” Shorty insisted.

  Marilyn followed Shorty’s instructions to the letter. The crowd yelled, clapped, and whistled as much as if the Rays batter had hit a homerun. Needless to say Doc understood the need for the peek-a-boo crop top.

  Shorty handed Marilyn a Rays logo and colored thong and a matching Tampa Devil Rays visor. She put on the visor but held onto the new thong.

  It was a busy afternoon at the Caliente Baseball Bash. By the end of the game, the Rays had scored 10 runs on 11 hits with the Orioles scoring 5 runs on 7 hits. The audience was happy about the result but were happier about momentarily viewing two dozen bare breasts on that early Sunday afternoon.