Caliente

  The Caliente member host would note the teams on a bracket sheet and the play would begin. Two teams of two players were pitted against each other with one team advancing and one team being eliminated by the game’s outcome.

  Tonight the tournament consisted of one round only for two teams. There was only one game and then the prize was awarded.

  Doc did not know any of the other players. He expected that the eight ball tournament was truncated due to the presence of so very many patrons at the resort to celebrate Fetish Week.

  A thirty something, blonde haired, muscular gentlemen approached Doc and offered his hand. Doc returned the favor.

  “My name is George Thompson. It looks like we’re partners,” he said.

  “I’m David Michaels. I live on the campus,” Doc responded.

  “You must be very good to play in this tournament,” George remarked.

  “I’m consistent,” Doc said with a chuckle.

  “Did you check out those guys wives?” George asked.

  “I haven’t been introduced to them,” Doc said.

  “See the hot blonde and the sultry brunette sitting at the end of the bar. That’s Molly and Sally. Give them a wave,” George said.

  Doc and George gave them a wave and the two ladies blew them kisses. Doc thought it strange that their opponents’ wives were so friendly to their husbands’ competitors. He shrugged it off as the usual Caliente friendliness.

  Doc and George won the coin toss and Doc invited George to take the first shot. George sunk two striped balls on the break and continued to drop striped balls fastidiously. When the flurry ended, there was only one striped ball left on the table.

  When their opponent took his first shot, the cue ball followed his solid colored ball into the hole. The next shot gave Doc the opportunity to win the game if he could sink the remaining striped ball and then the eight ball.

  “If you sink two more balls, we’ll be having us some fun tonight,” George remarked.

  Doc shot a two-rail bank on the thirteen. It hit the center of the corner hole and fell. The cue ball rolled very close to the eight ball and came to rest at a slight angle behind the eight ball about a foot from a side pocket.

  “What do you think about that shot?” George asked.

  “It is an easy shot but it’s also easy for the cue ball to end up down the table in the left corner pocket,” Doc opined.

  “They have a table full of balls left. It’s not likely they will get an eight-ball shot. Maybe I’ll get a better shot at the eight ball when it’s my turn,” George said.

  “If I make the shot, we win the game and get our prizes,” Doc said.

  “If you miss the shot, we’ll be sleeping alone tonight,” George remarked.

  “What do you mean by that?” Doc asked with a puzzled look.

  “Our prizes are the hot blonde and the sultry brunette. Their prizes are our wives,” George replied.

  “I never agreed to that. Marilyn will beat me to death if that happened,” Doc said.

  “When you signed up for this lifestyle pool tournament, you agreed to those terms. If you want to avoid that beating, you had better sink that eight ball and not lose this game,” George warned.

  One advantage of being a pool player in a wheelchair is that you are close to the top of the table. You can align your shots and make most close shots with extreme accuracy.

  Doc carefully lined up his shot. He kissed the thirteen with the cue ball. The striped ball dropped uneventfully into the side pocket. However, the blue felt tabletop was known for a fast roll and the cue ball continued toward the left corner pocket.

  All eyes in the room were on the white ball. Some hoped it would stop and others wanted it to drop into the corner pocket. George was quite unnerved, but Doc was a cool as an early spring morning.

  As the white ball moved closer to the left corner pocket, the crowd screamed and cheered. All of a sudden, the cue ball stopped about six inches from the hole.

  “We won! We won!” George screamed.

  When the noise subsided, Doc looked at George and said, “Find one of those girls a date.”

  “That won’t be a problem. But just out of curiosity, which one would you have chosen? As the game winning partner you’d have had first choice,” George asked.

  “I have heard that blondes have more fun. But I like sultry brunettes,” Doc said with a smile.

  Marilyn approached Doc and remarked, “I’ve never seen that much excitement at this place over a pool game.”

  “I’ve never had that much pressure to sink a shot,” Doc replied.

  “It’s just for a free beer, David,” Marilyn remarked.

  “And my life,” Doc muttered as he turned away made his way to their table.

  * * *

  Doc spent the next few days pondering the predicament into which he had stumbled. He still didn’t yet equate his concept of lifestyle with what had happened. However, on certain events, he reasoned that he needed clarification.

  The couple’s next encounter was on Thursday night for Caliente’s weekly Ladies’ Night. It was a fun time to dress up in your favorite sexy wear, dance, have interesting conversation with new people, and still make it home by midnight.

  When Doc and Marilyn arrived at the Caliente Clubhouse it was packed with patrons. Club Fiesta would open at 8:00 pm and they had reserved a booth with Chadwick. In the interim they found seats in the mostly full piano bar.

  Marilyn went to place an order for drinks with Chris, the bartender. Doc opted for his usual Shirley Temple and Marilyn ordered a club soda. She waited at the bar while the drinks were being prepared.

  A small framed, mostly white haired, middle age gentlemen approached Doc’s table and said, “I’m Mitch Hanson.”

  Doc replied, “I’m David Michaels. Please, have a seat.”

  “I want to confess that I’m here on business – plain and simple, Dr. Michaels,” Mr. Hanson explained.

  “What’s the nature of your business?” Doc inquired.

  “I’m a bounty hunter,” he responded.

  “If I understand what you’re saying, you hunt down people and receive a fee or bounty,” Doc said.

  “That is correct. But, I’m not your usual bounty hunter. I’m more like an order taker,” Mitch Hanson explained.

  “I’m not sure I understand that side of bounty hunting,” Doc replied with a confused look on his face.

  “It’s kind of like running a dating service. People tell me the kind of person they’d like to have for intimate relations, and I do my best to fill the order for an initial fee and then a success bonus,” Mr. Hanson explained further.

  “I’ve got the woman that I want she’s standing back at the bar talking to that tall, sexy blonde,” Doc responded.

  “I’m here at Caliente Fetish Week trying to fill a few unusual orders. For example, there is a fetish group composed of both men and women that are referred to as chubby chasers. I’m trying to find a few specific big beautiful women and rotund men for members of that group,” Mr. Hanson said.

  “What is your compensation for success?” Doc inquired.

  “It depends on the level of difficulty and the traits that the client needs. A chubby chaser would normally pay $500 for search and a $500 bonus for a successful match.

  However, if someone was wanted a highly specialized person like an athlete, singer, or local celebrity, the fee could easily be as much as $1500 for a search and possibly $1500 for a bonus,” Mitch explained.

  “I don’t mean to be rude but that sounds a lot like pimping,” Doc remarked.

  “Actually, it’s more like brokering since I don’t have control of either person. I just try to make the connection and let nature take its course,” Mr. Hanson replied with a chuckle.

  “How does this concern me?” Doc queried.

  “I’ve got a request for you from the Wheelchair Accessible fetish group. I’ve been given an initial $1000 retainer,” Mr. Hanson replied.

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��Let me make sure I understand this correctly. You have been paid $1000 to talk me into having sexual relations with a stranger and hope to make a bonus if it happens,” Doc said with incredulity.

  “That is partly correctly. I have been given a $1000 retainer. I really don’t want to make the connection until late Saturday night,” he replied.

  “Why on Saturday night and not on Thursday night?” Doc inquired.

  “Look at your wife talking to that sexy blonde at the bar,” the bounty hunter instructed. About now she’s starting to extol the virtues of a relationship with a wheelchair bound man. That’s pushing up an increase in the bonus,” Mr. Hanson explained.

  “Just out of curiosity, what do you expect the price to reach by Saturday night?” Doc asked.

  “After tonight we’ll be looking at $2,500 and could ultimately reach as much as $5,000,” Mitch Hanson opined.

  “Well, at least I’m not a cheap whore,” Doc said with a smile.

  “I knew that when I took the job,” Mitch said with a laugh.

  * * *

  “I understand that Dr. Michaels is intelligent, humorous, kind, caring, and committed. But, confidentially, I’d like to ask you a very personal question,” the sexy blonde said.

  “I’m pretty sure I know what you’re going to ask me. It’s about the physical relationship,” Marilyn replied.

  “Share as much information as you can comfortably, please,” she implored.

  “Were you at the pool tournament on Monday?” Marilyn queried.

  “Yes, his technique was superb,” the blonde lady opined.

  “Honey, if you think that was impressive, his between-the-sheets is a hundredfold better,” Marilyn said with a slight boast.

  “Oh my!” she replied with a swoon.

  “For real,” Marilyn replied.

  * * *

  Marilyn returned to the table with the two drinks. Mitch Hanson ended his conversation with Doc as he saw her leaving the bar.

  “Who was that fellow?” Marilyn asked.

  “He’s a bounty hunter,” Doc responded.

  “Is he looking for someone at Caliente?” Marilyn inquired.

  “Actually, he’s looking for several people,” Doc said.

  “I was afraid this Fetish Weekend would draw a few miscreants,” Marilyn remarked.

  “I’d bet that Mr. Mitch Hanson usually finds the man or woman that’s the object of his search,” Doc opined.

  * * *

  Just after 8:00 pm Chadwick alerted the couple that booth was available. Marilyn made her way to the booth on the left side of the large dance floor. Doc made his way through the crowd carefully piloting his wheelchair.

  As he neared the booth, he was stopped by the sexy blonde who had been conversing with Marilyn in the piano bar. Doc would later say that she had the look of a wanton seductress.

  “My name is Janine. I’m the president of the group Wheelchair Accessible,” the sexy blonde explained.

  “I am Dr. David Michaels. How can I help you?” Doc inquired politely.

  “There are a few of us that would like to have a dance or two and get to know you better. We’re very interested in . . . wheelchair accessibility,” she explained.

  “I don’t mind a dance or two, but you really need to discuss that with my wife. She’s known to be the jealous type,” Doc suggested.

  “We’ll give you a chance to get settled and then I’ll speak with her,” Janine promised.

  When Doc reached the booth, Marilyn inquired, “What did Janine want?”

  “She and a friend wanted a dance with me,” Doc responded.

  “What did you tell her?” Marilyn asked.

  “I told her to take that up with you because you are the jealous type,” Doc said.

  “David, you are a grown-ass man! If you didn’t want to dance with her you should have handled it yourself and not dumped it off on me,” Marilyn rebuked.

  Before Doc could reply, Mako showed up at the booth, scooted Marilyn to the inside, and took a seat. He was visibly excited about something.

  “I heard about your tournament victory on Monday night! Your last shot and that win is now legendary,” Mako exclaimed.

  “That shot caused a lot of excitement,” Marilyn added.

  “How was the prize? Was it better than two beer coupons?” Mako teased.

  “Like always, I gave the prize away,” Doc replied.

  “Oh, Doc! You didn’t give the prize away! I could just cry!” Mako replied with a definite whine in his voice.

  “Don’t worry dear. I’ll make sure he gives you the prize next time,” Marilyn promised.

  “Will you, Doc? Would you do that for your best buddy?” Mako pleaded.

  “I will,” Doc said.

  Mako jumped out of his seat, ran toward Doc and gave him a bear hug before leaving the booth. Doc looked around to see if many people in Club Fiesta noticed the incident.

  “Can you believe he got that excited over a pool tournament prize?” Marilyn asked.

  “I got really excited about it myself,” Doc said with raised eyebrows.

  18. Caliente Pirate Festival (Part I)

  One of the best annual events at Caliente Resort is its Pirate Festival held on the third weekend in October. Folklore says that in the 1700s one or more pirate ships operated in the Gulf waters west of Tampa Bay.

  The annual festivities at the three-day event include several local bands, a pirate ball in Club Fiesta, a pirate-decorated golf cart parade, Best Wench contest based on the costume and the booty, an amateur video contest, and a dozen or more vendors selling costumes, jewelry, crafts, and other merchandise.

  Doc and Marilyn decided to forego Thursday’s Ladies Night at the club to carefully prepare for the three-day pirate festival. Marilyn focused on a costume in hopes of winning the Best Wench contest. Doc, on the other hand, wanted to help Dave McDonald decorate and win the Golf Cart Show & Parade.

  Mako convinced Marilyn to permit him to enter a couple of her one-minute Miss Tittie videos in the amateur video contest. The rules were simple:

  Any number of videos, to a maximum of five, could be entered but their aggregate time could not exceed five minutes.

  The videos could contain tasteful nudity, be sexy, and be provocative, but they could not be obscene.

  The videos will be shown on Saturday afternoon before the Best Wench contest.

  Marilyn’s ‘Miss Tittie’ videos were one-minute bare breast vignettes on a particular theme. There was a total of 36 videos in the Miss Tittie series and Mako was picking out the five that he felt had the best chance of impressing the judges.

  The video that Mako thought was the best was entitled, “Watermelon.” In the video Marilyn was standing at a kitchen counter with a large knife in hand near a large round watermelon.

  As the scene opened, Marilyn said, “This is Miss Tittie and I am cutting watermelon.”

  Marilyn begins to actually cut the watermelon and continues, “I like cutting watermelon because it makes my titties go bob, bob, bob!”

  Her full, natural breasts somewhat swayed with the cutting process and she ended the video with a huge smile signifying a pleasant and successful watermelon cutting.

  The four other one-minute videos that Mako selected for contest entry were:

  1. Panties in the Freezer, similar to a Marilyn Monroe scene in the film, “The Seven Year Itch,”

  2. Tittie Wash, a video that is self-explanatory,

  3. The Top is Down, a video about being topless in a convertible, and,

  4. Titillation, a silent video, with background music, suggesting its own subject matter.

  Doc was aware of Mako’s efforts but didn’t believe that the videos would make it to one of the top three places in the contest.

  * * *

  Doc suggested that Dave McDonald decorate his golf cart as though it belonged to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He had arranged for four of his female friends to wear Tampa Bay Buccaneer cheerleader costumes.

>   Unknown to Dave, Doc had arranged for the girls to lift their short skirts and moon the crowd at certain intervals along the parade route. He also planned for the cheerleaders to moon the judges near the finish line of the golf cart parade.

  After almost a year at the luxury, clothing optional resort, Doc knew that success in any endeavor at Caliente required that some portion of the option had to be exercised.

  The Pirate Festival began at high noon on Friday. When the patrons entered the clubhouse it was decorated like a pirate ship. Rum was the preferred drink of the day. The servers, clad in pirate attire, greeted the customers as they entered the building.

  Lust Boutique offered a lot of pirate wear, jewelry, temporary body decals and henna tattoos. They advertised “Wench Wear” to the patrons.

  Outside the building a large swath of vendors surrounded the pool area. They offered all types of goods and services. The crowd favorites seem to be tiny skull & cross bones pirate thongs, pirate themed body painting, and pirate themed body jewelry.

  The bands changed every two hours from noon until 6:00 pm. The genres were mostly 70s and 80s oldies, classic rock, and pop.

  Doc entered the handicap gate near the outdoor showers. One of Marilyn’s friends, Meredith Webster, wearing only a pirate wench body painting, straddled Doc in his wheelchair. Before Doc could say anything, Meredith exclaimed, “I’m surrendering the booty, baby!”

  “That may be the rum talking, Meredith,” Doc remarked.

  “I’ve drunk you pretty already, Doc,” she explained.

  It wasn’t long before her husband showed up to greet Doc and Marilyn. It appeared that his wife was quite happy wiggling around in Doc’s lap.

  “I’ve got something that belongs to you,” Doc said.

  As he helped his wife out of Doc’s lap, her husband remarked, “It’s the Bacardi 151.”

  “Doc thought it was his good looks and pleasing personality,” Marilyn added.

  “I’m sure that didn’t hurt,” he said with a chuckle.

  “I’ll wait here for Dave and Mako while you shop,” Doc explained.

  “Why do you think I’m going shopping?” Marilyn asked.

  “Because you brought your clutch purse and the resort is cashless. You intend to shop the vendors’ goods and services,” Doc remarked.