Caliente

by DM Barrett

  Mako said that they could “tantalize and make you fantasize.”

  It was no surprise that the winner was Lila Love. She received a cash prize and an invitation to perform for a whole song later in the evening.

  Looking at Marilyn, Doc remarked, “She gives pole dancing lessons early on Wednesday evenings.”

  “She’s got another pupil. I’m going over to talk to her,” Marilyn said.

  Mako glanced at the weather monitor from time to time noting that the wind was picking up and the barometer was dropping slightly. He mentioned the readings to Doc.

  “Hurricane Dani is heading our way. We’ll head to the radio room after the fashion show. I think they have six ladies with a couple outfits each,” Doc remarked.

  Needless to say, the Lust Fashion Show was a winner. The ladies modeled see-through mini dresses, large-net teddies, long lingerie gowns with slits and cutouts, open faced bras with tiny thongs, very small and revealing swimsuits, colorful, full body stockings and many other sexy wear items.

  Charlotte announced that Lust would be open until midnight and that there was a special ten percent Hurricane Party discount for tonight only. It didn’t take long for a couple dozen customers to make their way to the boutique.

  While Doc and Mako reported the updated weather readings to the Hurricane Watch Net, Marilyn took the opportunity to enjoy some fast and slow dances with her friends and neighbors on the big dance floor. DJ Ian provided a good mix of tunes that kept the crowd entertained.

  “Charlotte, what’s inside that cat shaped piñata that we’re breaking at 10:00 pm?” Marilyn inquired.

  “It’s full of goodies picked especially for this crowd,” Charlotte replied.

  “You’re evading the question,” Marilyn said with a grin.

  “It’s filled with colorful condoms, lubricants, sample non-prescription male enhancement pills, bullet vibrators, and a few eye patches,” she reported.

  “Eye patches? Why are you giving away eye patches?” Marilyn asked with a puzzled look.

  “Oh, honey, that’s what we call the small G-strings with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers logo on the front. If a man wins one, he wears it and pretends it’s an eye patch – like a pirate,” Charlotte explained.

  “Arrrrrgh!” Marilyn remarked.

  “Be careful. You may have to surrender the booty,” Charlotte warned.

  Charlotte pointed out that the maintenance crew had placed a small hook on a black rope and attached the piñata to it. At the proper time the cat shaped piñata would be lowered to the center of the dance floor where it could be broken, and its treasures scatted amongst the revelers.

  “Who’s going to be trying to break the piñata?” Marilyn asked.

  “There’s not going to be any real trying. We are going to give someone a broomstick and make sure they break it after a couple swings. The fun will be watching everyone scramble for the goodies,” Charlotte explained.

  “I want to nominate Mako Jenkins. Doc has been mean to him all day. He needs some success and appreciation,” Marilyn said.

  “You line him up. We’ll make sure that he’s a hero tonight,” Charlotte replied.

  When Doc and Mako returned from the radio room their faces were somber. Their demeanor was not indicative of revelers.

  “What’s wrong, David?” Marilyn asked.

  “Based on the reports of ground observers, coupled with atmospheric conditions, it looks like Tampa Bay is in the middle of the area where Hurricane Dani will come ashore,” Doc responded.

  “It’s barely a Category 3 storm and will likely make landfall at a Category 2 storm, but that’s still 96 to 110 mph winds,” Mako added.

  “What will that do?” Charlotte asked.

  “It will cause extensive flooding in downtown Tampa, uproot trees, damage buildings, and break windows and doors,” Doc replied.

  “What do we need to do?” Marilyn asked.

  “Steve needs to get security to duct tape large X’s across those tall windows in the nightclub, restaurant, and sports bar, and then secure them with that woven polyethylene sheeting,” Doc suggested.

  “I will grab Gilbert and we’ll talk to Steve,” Mako said.

  “How long do we have before Dani hits land?” Charlotte queried.

  “Based on its slow-moving wind speed, I’d guess it’ll go ashore around 2:00 to 3:00 am,” Doc responded.

  “What do you think, Marilyn?” Charlotte asked.

  “At 2:00 o’clock in the morning, I’m gonna grab David and we’re going to go at it in that double sleeping bag like two drunk monkeys,” she replied.

  “In a hurricane,” Mako added.

  “No doubt,” Doc said.

  DJ Ian stopped the music and asked everyone to listen to the instructions for the Between The Legs Bowling Competition. He promised they wouldn’t be complicated.

  He instructed those patrons inside Club Fiesta to divide into two groups. Half the customers moved to the left of the large dance floor while the other half moved to the right.

  Mako and Doc moved to their right while Marilyn and Charlotte went to the left side of the nightclub. The crowd divided almost perfectly into two equal groups.

  “I need each group to choose one bowler to compete in this competition. He or she will be bowling for your group. The competition will be only three rounds with two balls for each round. The best score wins. Each member of the winning group will be given a coupon for one free domestic draft beer.

  There will be three ladies who will stand with their legs spread over the bowling lane. The lane edges are marked by red masking tape. The object is to roll the plastic bowling ball between their legs and knock down the plastic bowling pins. If a ball goes outside the lane, that roll will not count,” Ian explained.

  The group of the left side of Club Fiesta chose Bruno Eberhardt as their designated bowler. He bowled in a league and always had a score of 150 or better.

  The group on the right chose Dave McDonald. He was also an excellent bowler and maintained a high game score generally.

  As the two bowlers headed to the lane, Doc asked Mako, “What do you think?”

  “We’re screwed. Bruno has excellent ball control and concentration,” Mako opined.

  Both Bruno and Dave achieved two strikes each in the two initial attempts. It looked like either one could win the competition.

  Just before the third round, the three young women undressed and stood au natural before the bowlers. “This might be a game changer,” Doc thought.

  Bruno released his ball with a slight amount of hesitation as he glanced at the middle regions of one particularly attractive blonde. His ball went between her legs and struck the head pin only knocking it down and leaving nine pins remaining. His second attempt wasn’t much better, but he managed to drop five more pins.

  Dave McDonald rolled his plastic bowling ball underneath the same blonde. His ball hit the head pin with great force. When all the pins landed, only two pins remained standing.

  He rolled the remaining ball between the legs of the brunette at the right of the lane hoping to take down the split pins. The ball struck one pin sending it into the other pin with both falling over.

  “We’re drinking a free beer on Steve Riley tonight!” Mako exclaimed.

  Dave McDonald was hailed as a hero. Most of the winning group tucked their coupons away for future use. But Mako immediately redeemed his coupon.

  Marilyn and Charlotte returned to the right edge of the dance floor to converse with Doc. Marilyn was smiling and so was Charlotte.

  “Your man lost. Why are the two of you so happy?” Doc inquired.

  “I knew what was going to happen with the girls on the third round. It was guaranteed that the blonde’s split was going to earn Bruno a split. He can’t resist taking a peek,” Charlotte explained.

  “So we made side bets of two glasses of wine that Dave would win,” Marilyn explained.

  “We stopped by to brag on our way to get our glass of wine each,�
� Charlotte said.

  As the pair walked toward the bar, Doc said to Mako, “You got two beer coupons, Charlotte and Marilyn got glasses of wine, and I got screwed.”

  “No you didn’t. You’ll eat and drink free all night on Steve Riley,” Mako reminded.

  “God is great. Beer is good. But eating and drinking off Riley is crazy,” Doc said rather melodically and pretending to be Billy Currington singing “People Are Crazy.”

  Doc decided to have his free dinner and enjoy the showing the coconuts and booty shaking until after midnight. Then, it would be back to the Hurricane Net with new observations.

  When Doc and Mako returned to the radio room, they discovered that the speed of Hurricane Dani’s movement had increased moderately. New calculations put Dani making landfall an hour sooner than expected.

  When the net control operator asked for any Tampa stations to report, Doc answered, “W4SRX.”

  “W4SRX, report,” was the response.

  “Wind speed now 40 mph sustained with gusts to 55 mph, rain fall at 2.25 inches, and barometric pressure at 28.75. W4SRX,” Doc said.

  “W4SRX, net control, copy that,” the gentleman added.

  “What do you think?” Mako asked.

  “I’m certainly not a meteorologist but it looks like we’re close to a Category 2 storm with Tampa in the vicinity of the eye,” Doc said.

  “What do we need to do?” Mako said.

  “Make sure that Steve knows that the storm will make landfall within the hour and it looks like it’s going to be close to a Category 2 here,” Doc instructed.

  Like clockwork, Hurricane Dani made landfall close to Crystal River, about 55 miles north of downtown Tampa Bay. The barometer was at 28.50 and the sustained winds were about 75 miles per hour and gusting to 90.

  Downtown Tampa experienced power outages and some minimal flooding due to the rising tide in Tampa Bay. There were scattered palm fronds but little property damage.

  The resort saw wind speeds reach sustained levels at 55 mph and a total rainfall of 5.5 inches. There were some yard chairs and palm fronds strewn around the next morning but nothing but minimal property damage. Caliente never lost power during the storm.

  At 2:00 am the party wound down and the revilers started to get a few hours of sleep before breakfast at 7:00 am. The lights were turned down and the music stopped.

  Dave McDonald reported to Doc, “There’s a very attractive lady in your double sleeping bag waiting for you.”

  “Sounds like Marilyn missed her chance for us to do the wild thing during the hurricane,” Doc remarked.

  “It’s not Marilyn. It’s a blonde,” Dave replied.

  “Mako, go get that woman handled,” Doc instructed.

  “I don’t know her,” Mako responded.

  “That’s never hindered you getting a woman handled before,” Dave McDonald said.

  “Go take care of it, Mako,” Doc insisted.

  “I can’t,” Mako said.

  “Why can’t you?” Dave asked.

  “I told her she could sleep there,” Mako admitted.

  “She ain’t Goldilocks. Get her ass out of that sleeping bag!” Doc exclaimed.

  “You’ll have to come with me,” Mako insisted.

  “Come on, baby bear. Let’s relocate Goldilocks,” Doc snarled.

  When the two men arrived at the double sleeping bag that had been positioned behind the small bar to the right of the dance floor, they found a thirty something, very attractive blonde asleep in the double sleeping bag.

  “How do we get her out?” Mako asked.

  “You got her in. You figure out how to get her out,” Doc said.

  “What do you recommend?” Mako asked.

  “Here comes Marilyn. Quick, climb in that bag and cover up both your heads till she leaves,” Doc instructed.

  When Marilyn got closer, Doc saw that she had Mako’s wife, Beverly, with her. Months later, Doc remarked that it was the first time he felt that there could easily be a double ass whooping delivered to him and Mako.

  “Have you seen, Mako?” Marilyn inquired.

  “Why do you ask?” Doc queried.

  “I want to get him bedded down for the night,” Beverly said.

  “I’m thinking that getting him bedded down won’t be a problem,” Doc responded.

  When the blonde in the sleeping bag heard Doc’s voice, she threw an arm and a leg around Mako and so, “I’ve been wanting to have my way with you.”

  “Who’s in that bed?” Marilyn insisted.

  “It sure doesn’t sound like Goldilocks,” Beverly insisted.

  Marilyn pulled back the covers and screamed, “Oh Mako! Not Goldilocks!”

  “Wait! I can explain. She thought I was Doc and . . . she . . . er, wanted to . . . I mean,” Mako stuttered.

  Mimicking the Saturday Night Live Church Lady, Dave McDonald said, “Well . . . isn’t that special!”

  “Did you know about this?” Beverly pointedly asked Doc.

  “I can’t throw him under the bus. Dave said she was in the sleeping bag. I made Mako come over to get her out. I saw Marilyn coming and I put him under the covers with her to keep from getting a ton of grief from Marilyn. I didn’t know that you were heading this way, too,” Doc explained.

  “If I heard that story from anyone else, I’d think they were covering for Mako, but I believe you,” Beverly replied.

  “I was there and heard the whole thing,” Dave added.

  “I believe you too, David,” Marilyn said as she kissed him on the cheek.

  “Hey, why doesn’t anyone ever believe me?” Mako asked.

  “Because we all know you,” Dave replied.

  “Mako, I recommend that you get your ass and Goldilocks out of that sleeping bag now,” Doc said.

  Mako extracted himself from the double sleeping bag and led the lingerie-clad blonde to the piano bar. Dave McDonald excused himself realizing that the discussion wasn’t over.

  “David, Beverly and I had decided to visit for the next few hours and then have an early breakfast. We were on our way over here to explain our plans,” Marilyn said.

  “That’s not a problem. I’m going to sleep a few hours and then I’ll eat with Dave and Mako,” Doc opined.

  “Are you sharing that bag with Mako?” Beverly asked with a smile.

  “Uh, sleeping with Mako is your joy – not mine,” Doc replied.

  “Tell him what’s happening, and encourage him to stay out of trouble,” Beverly said.

  “I’ll have Gilbert keep a watchful eye on him,” Doc promised.

  After things had settled, Doc took off his shirt, pants and shoes. He climbed into the sleeping bag wearing his boxer shorts and planned on getting a halfway decent night’s sleep.

  At around 6:45 am the sun started to rise. Doc decided it was time to get dressed and get a free breakfast courtesy of Steve Riley and Caliente Resort.

  When Doc turned over to reach his clothes, he looked directly into the face of the girl they had nicknamed Goldilocks.

  She said, “Oh, Doc!”

  He heard Marilyn say, “Come on Papa Bear. You’ve got some explaining to do at breakfast.”

  “I am shocked. I am appalled. This is beyond belief!” Mako remarked.

  As Goldilocks left, and Doc dressed and rolled to Café Ole with Marilyn, Mako thought, “I’m a mean man. I am so ashamed of myself . . . NOT!”

  17. Behind The Eight Ball

  Many years ago Doc took a required college course in business law. He learned a few legal principles about business. One particular legal concept became a part of his psyche. It was mutual assent or a meeting of the minds.

  Marilyn’s initial encounter with and discussion about the lifestyle was void of a meeting of the minds on the topic. Waver’s encounter with Lifestyle Dating Service (LDS) representative’s solicitation for membership similarly lacked a meeting of the minds. In fact, the Michaels’ considered it to be a dating service for healthy minded individuals.

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bsp; Fetish Weekend at Caliente had the potential for producing mutual assent for them. In fact, it could bring crystal clarity in some areas.

  Doc had developed a healthy interest in Caliente’s weekly eight ball pool tournament that was held in the Calypso Cantina on Mondays. He was always a decent pool player but his time at Caliente had sharpened his skills.

  On nights where he drew a skilled partner, they would often win the tournament and garner four or five free beer coupons each. Doc would always distribute the coupons to friends or other contestants. He liked pool and he liked winning. He never cared for beer. Waver made sure of that.

  On Monday night of Fetish Week at Caliente, the prizes were different. Doc and Marilyn were unaware of the change and no one saw fit to give them instruction.

  The Calypso Cantina, Caliente’s sports bar, served as a gathering place seven days a week from 11:00 am till at least 9:00 pm nightly. On occasion the fun continued until as late as 11:00 pm.

  The bar was encased on three sides with large ceiling to floor glass windows. Even on the coldest days, the bright Florida sunshine kept the bar warm enough to keep the most timid nudist unclothed.

  A huge four-sided bar sat in the middle of the large room and had tall bar chairs on all four sides. The patrons at the bar were serviced by a full-time bartender and server.

  The rest of the sports bar was filled with tables with chairs for taking meals or just enjoying one’s favorite libation. There was a large regulation pool table that was positioned between one side of the four-sided bar and one of the outside glass encased walls.

  It was difficult to get a chance at the pool table on cold or rainy days. There were always eight ball aficionados seeking to hone their skills. The best chance for using the pool table was on warm, sunny days when the pools, palm trees, palapas, and lounge chairs beckoned the sun worshipers.

  Doc registered for the tournament in the normal way. He and the others drew cards from a deck placed face down and scattered across the pool table. At the end of the draw, those with matching numbers were paired. Once that was done, the remaining players were paired with high card draws versus low card draws.