Tenderloin Tales: Sally's Slap in the Face

California Dreamer
© 2001, 2002 all rights reserved.


Gavin, our fun loving San Francisco boy, accepts a slap in the face from a sweet young thing. 


San Francisco, city of my birth, must be just about the best damn place in the whole world for a single guy. Not just because there are more women than men, but because it's a faery city as well as a city of fairies. From any vista point, you might feel you were overlooking a silvered, shimmering Oz. 



"Mornin' Sally. How you doin' this beautiful day?"

"Good morning to you, Gavin. I'm doin' okay." 

The tall blond hid a large yawn behind long, red tipped fingers.

"Are we keeping you up, beautiful?" I teased.

"Late party last night. Low fat Latte?"

"As always." I eyed her slim hips as she turned to the Espresso machine. You could keep me up all night, you pretty thing. Just wrap those long legs around my neck and hang on. I almost chided myself for thinking lewd thoughts about this warm hearted young woman. Almost.

"Who was that big New York Jewish woman with you the other night?"

I didn't remember seeing Sally in my favorite Potrero Hill coffee stop, the Daily Scoop.

"A friend who was house guesting for a few days. She's thinking about immigrating. How did you know she's New York Jewish?" 

"I recognize the style."

I almost couldn't hear her words over the machine's steam blast.

"And she has that nose made famous by Striesand."

Could only nod acceptance. 

Sally turned to slide the tall Latte glass across the counter.

"You're a slut," she stated softly, grinning, her eyes sparkling.

"What?" I almost shouted, feeling a flash of horrific. If she'd stuck a finger in my eye, I couldn't have felt more pain. "I am not!" 

Sally's steady grin held firm, despite my forceful denial.

"Every Saturday night, you're in here with a different woman. You are definitely a slut." She tried to quell her grin, forcing her full, wide lips into a puckered half frown.

My mouth hung open as I tried to find the words to deny, to explain, to mask the awful embarrassment of truth. 

"You're cute when you blush," she noted, almost an aside. "I've seen you in action. You're a smooth talker, could prob'ley sell freezers to Inuits."

She plucked dollar bills from my numb fingers.

She gave her smile to the next person in the queue as I turned away, feeling confused. 

Burying myself in the Sunday Chronical didn't work. Rambling thoughts confounded me. 

Yes, I like women, and they like me. I've known more than a few, but to be called a slut hurt. I felt diminished by the cruel label, and didn't like it one little bit. What the hell's wrong with a little recreational sex? Or a lot of recreational sex? I decided to accept the title, to not feel demeaned by it.

"Hey, din't mean to hurt your feelin's, guy."

Sally slumped into the chair opposite, a hint of worry in her pretty blues, dark circles under her eyes. 

"No, you just..." I looked closely at her slightly reddened eyes. "Got me stuck in a loop. You look..." I almost said 'terrible', but closed my yap in time.

"Had a 'disagreement' with my boy friend last night. We stayed up most all night after the party trying to talk it out, but..." she sighed heavily, dropping her eyes to her hands, her shoulders slumping.

"Tell me about it. I'm a good listener too." I grinned at her.

Sally made a small sound as if to reject the offer. After a moment, her eyes peeped up through pale yellow bangs. 

She shrugged, clearly emoting 'nothing to lose'. 

"Brian's a guy's guy. He's a good salesman, makes lotsa money, likes to hang with his buds after work, shooting hoops, drinking beer. Then he comes to my place and 'bops me a good one'." She snorted softly, shaking her head. "His words."

Sally sat taller in her chair, pulling her shoulders hard back for a few seconds, finally making eye contact with me. My eyeballs strained not to stare at her modest breasts.

"Then he wants me to fix him breakfast, and make like nice little wifey." Her eyes tightened. "He doesn't care I've my own agenda."

"So you butter both sides of his toast. What's on your agenda, Sally?" I asked her softly.

"I want to get married, to finish my degree, then make some babies." She tilted her head slightly, frowning. "That's not too far out, is it?"

"Sounds okay to me," I shrugged. I felt like picking her up in my arms, and carrying her to a warm safe place. "What's his problem, do you think?"

"He's thirty, says he doesn't want to get serious yet. He wants me to live with him, but doesn't want to get married for a few years. I'm sorta conservative, you know? I grew up in a small town that Norman Rockwell coulda sued for copyright infringement." 

Laughing, I asked, "But you're sleeping with him, so you can't be that conservative." 

"Should have said conventional. There's not much to do in a small town, so..." She grinned lewdly. "Most of us started, um, having sex pretty early." She burbled a big sigh through fluttering lips. "He's really a nice guy, and, when he turns it on, could charm the socks off a nudist."

We shared a small laugh. 

"Thanks, Gavin. You made me feel better." She put a quick friendly smile on, reaching over to squeeze my arm. "Back to work," she said, standing.

"Give me your phone number, Sal. I'll call you later." I brought out my pen and poised it over a napkin.

"What for?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I'll ask a friend how she handled her Peter Pan, and will gladly share it with you."

"Oh, cool." She gave me her number, no longer guarded.

For the next while, my eyes were either on the Sunday paper or on her. She shared her warmth and friendly smile with each customer, though not with her usual energy. Damn, she's such a pretty one, I thought several times, trying to quash a tingle of lust, and not succeeding. Not succeeding at all. 

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That afternoon I called her, expecting to leave a message on her recorder, but she picked up.

"Hello," she answered softly. I could sense tears from the tone of her voice.

"Hi Sally, It's Gavin. I didn't expect to catch you. My friend is unreachable this week, so I'll have to get back to you next week or so."

"Don't bother, Gavin. I outlined my issues again and he split."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Like hell I was.  "You okay?"

"No, I'm not. I feel like shit. Like a dog turd, squished on the sidewalk." 

I listened to her snuffle for a moment.

"May I help you, Sally? What's your address, I'll come and take you to a beautiful place to contemplate your universe."

"I'd love to, Gavin, but I'm a mess. Maybe some other day. Okay? I just want to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head."

"Just give me an hour." I tried not to sound too pleading. "Please. I can guarantee you'll feel better."

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Miracle's do happen. I picked her up in front of her flat, short blocks down the hill from mine. She was sitting on the narrow granite stairway with her cheek on her knees, her straight hair a cascade of shimmering gold down to her ankles. When she heard my car, she unwrapped her arms from around her legs as she twisted her head to look up.

When I waved, she made a weak smile and stood; long slim legs and torso slowly unfolding. She'd changed from tight jeans to a knee length, dark skirt and white blouse. She looked simply California Blonde Beautiful, even if her slouch marred the effect.

I leaned to open the car door for her. She tossed a ski jacket into the back seat before swiveling her butt into the leather bucket seat, flashing a long, slim bare leg.

I had to gulp and swallow, my mouth suddenly flooding with saliva. "Be cool. Be cool. Be cool," I subvocalized. I could feel the rush she elicited flush my cheeks.

"Where are you taking me, Gavin." 

"There's a park just off Upper Market. The view is terrific, and it's very tranquil."

We rode in silence. She glanced at me several times, but I didn't respond until she didn't drop her eyes for almost half a minute.

"Why are you studying me, Sal?" I gave her a quick look. From her expression, I gathered that she was evaluating my worth, my value to her in this painful hour. I felt a tingle of goose bumps down my neck. 

"You're too nice," she said, her voice flat. "You say too many nice things. Why?" she probed.

"Mm," I stalled, exaggerating a shrug. I glanced at her face again to find an amused gleam in her eyes.

"When I called you a slut, I thought your face was going to fall off." She laughed softly for a moment, as if delighted by the memory. "I'm sorry. I really didn't expect your reaction."

"I've come to terms with it, don't worry. In fact, I kinda like it, even if it's not really true."

"Liar!" she said with a soft chuckle

"I can talk, listen pretty good, whatever. Women like me, maybe 'cause it's obvious I like them." I shrugged again. "I really can't stand the company of most men." I thought about that for a moment. "Except some of the gay guys." 

"You like gay guys?" She seemed surprised. "You're not..." 

"No," I drawled, interrupting her. "There are just so many with a delightfully wicked sense of humour. What's to not like? You can't be comfortable in this town if you're homophobic." I held my breath, trying to feel out her reaction. "Or judgemental."

"Mm," she seemed to agree, nodding her head, the afternoon light shimmering in her long, straight yellow hair. 

We rode in silence up Market Street. An oncoming yellow and green, turn of the century trolley car clattered past, its brakes squealing. Most riders seemed tucked into their own thoughts, except for the few grinning, head on a swivel, tourists.

"Where you from, Sal? Originally."

"A little town near Mount Shasta. Ever been there?" She seemed distracted, not really interested in my answer.

"Close. I've been to Crater Lake. Great skiing."

I watched her eyes track a handsome young gay couple, striding along with their hands in each others back pockets, each smiling warmly into the other's face. I wondered if they were really as carefree as they appeared.

"How do you know when," she said in a soft voice, "um, if you love somebody?" She turned her head slightly away. "Not just like them a lot?"

I had to think for a long minute, distracted by the fairly dense traffic.

"How about when you're not thinking with your gonads." I grinned at her. "Or your insecurities. That's a start anyway. Do women think with their gonads?" I queried, feeling my brow furrow.

"Sometimes," she sighed long, turning her face to the side, as if bored with the topic now.

I left her to her thoughts while negotiating the turn off Market Street. The street before us was steep and twisting, narrow, congested with parked cars.

"What do you want? What do you look for in a man?" 

"Mmm," she hummed, "sense of humour, sweetness..." She took a deep breath. "Selfconfidence 'cause it makes me feel safe." She tsked, as if annoyed. "Comfortable, I mean."

I steered the car around the last curve into a parking lot.

"Here we are. Be prepared, this is about the most beautiful open air view the city has to offer." I drove behind the building, a community rec center, and parked facing north.

"Shit," she breathed, "this is about as pretty as it gets." She twisted around to look over her shoulder. "Can almost see from the San Mateo bridge to the Golden Gate."

"Let's walk. From the top of the hill you can see most of the city."

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Sally sat quietly on my blanket, not focused, but looking in the general direction of Marin county, very much inside of herself.

"I think I did the right thing," she said, almost to herself, her lips pinching tightly together, nodding her head, satisfied with her choice.

"Tea?" I asked. She didn't respond.

I poured tea into two mugs, and held one out to her, resting my forearm on her bare knee. She took the mug in both hands, held it up to her lips, breathing in the steam.

"Smells spicy," she said with more strength, straightening her back, pulling her shoulders back.

"I'm going to miss him," she said, turning to look me full face for the first time in a long while. "Not for too long, but..."

I waited for her to finish her thought, then realized she wouldn't.

"Why?"

"Mmm, sex, I guess. He was a pretty good bopper." She paused for a long moment, a small smile playing over her lips." I wish he'd been better company, though. And, he kept demanding I suck him and swallow. I can't do that." She dropped her head. "Seems like I was only good for bed and breakfast." 

"I think I saw the two of you, maybe three, maybe four times. He seemed rather full of himself, rather self centered."

"Rather New York." Her eyes flashed a sad smile as she sipped her tea.

"Yeah, that was obvious. How did you feel about him?" I scooted closer to her, close enough to enjoy her faint perfume. "Early on, I mean." I lay beside her, propping my head on a bent arm.

Sally shrugged, sipped her tea, stared at the Marin headlands before speaking. 

"I'd only been in town a few weeks when I met him. He came up to me in the Scoop and asked for a cheese puff." Her head fell forward, her chin almost on her chest. After a moment she lifted her head and took a deep breath, a glint of tears in her eyes.

"He said, in such a sweet voice, 'What are you doing tonight, pretty girl?'" She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Such a simple line, but he spoke to me as if we were friends, as if he knew me, had known me for years." She shook her head again, her long silky hair waving as if puffed by a gentle breeze.

"I felt suddenly bold. I'd been so intimidated by this town, maybe I still am, but I said I'd no plans. Did he have any suggestions?" 

I watched her pretty face change from softness to pain, her eyes scrunched tight, her lips clenching as she fought back tears. In a blink, I had her in my arms, holding her tight to me. Her arms clutched around my waist and shoulder as she pressed her face to my chest, muffling wracking sobs.

I held her, rocked her, pressed my lips to her neck, trying to suck out her pain as if she'd been snake bit. Her sobs slowly changed to occasional snuffles. She sat up and fumbled a tissue from her jacket pocket. 

"Sorry I'm such a mess," she whined, blowing her nose.

"You look very beautiful to me." 

She gave me a 'Yeah, right!' look, stuffing the tissue back into the pocket. 

With a big sigh, she arched her back, throwing her shoulders back, scanning the park as if she were seeing it for the first time.

I fumbled in my backpack, pulling out an ocher plastic bottle. 

"Here, take half of one of these." I held out my hand.

"What is it?" She focused on the pill in my fingers, slightly wary.

"Quaalude. A half will take the edge off, but not mess up your head." 

She seemed hesitant, so I pressed it into her hand.

"Here, take it. Break it, I'll take half, you take half." I spoke with a strong voice, not giving her the option of rejecting the offer.

I tossed the bottle back into my backpack, watching her stare at the large, white tablet in the palm of her small hand. 

"You sure?" 

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. Half a 'lude will just smooth you out. Nothing to worry about. You wont be tripping."

We popped our pills, washing them down with cold tea.

"More tea," I asked her, dumping my cup. 

"Sure," she said, handing over hers.

We sat in silence for long comfortable minutes. She sipped and occasionally sighed.

"How long does it take?"

"Mm?"

"For the 'lude to kick in?"

"I've never felt a 'kick in'. In fifteen minutes or so, I just notice I'm sort of mellow. Lasts for a few hours."

"Mmm," she sighed.

"What are you studying?"

"Art," she said, without enthusiasm. "I want to the teach little ones to draw and paint, so I guess I'm also working on a teaching credential." Again a big sigh. "I have to support myself someway until I'm famous and rich. I might as well be a teacher until..."

"What's your favorite medium?"

Sally turned her face to mine, staring intently as if to determine the sincerity of my question.

"Acrylic, but sometimes watercolor. Right now, I'm focused on paper and wire mobiles 'cause it's cheap." 

"Alexander Calder style?"

She seemed surprised, her eyes held mine as she answered. "Sort of, not as stark, more feminine, you know, softer shapes and colors."

Her head tilted slightly, her bright hair falling across her cheek. She tucked it behind an ear. 

"You an artist?" she asked with little confidence.

"I'm a poet," I lied, feeling so charmed by her, my lust forgotten. "Your eyes reflect the sky, so blue. Azure eyes capturing me. Let my fingertips taste your fair, soft cheek." 

"Liar," she exclaimed with a tinkling laugh. "You're a suit, not a poet."

"Ah, yes, but your beauty so inspires." I gave her my most melodramatic delivery.

"You stop," she said with that charming tinkling laugh again, leaning to press her shoulder against my chest.

I kissed the top of her head, and hugged her tight. She tilted her face up, her mouth so ripe for a kiss. Grinning down at her, I pecked her nose lightly. Leaning back, I admired her perfect, slightly pink complexion, her pale eyebrows, noticing for the first time a small scar. I traced her eyebrow with a fingertip, stopping on the scar.

"Baseball," she said, almost a whisper. "My mother almost shit kittens, there was so much blood." Her eyes were blinking about once a second. 

I wondered if she was aware of my thumping heart, I certainly was. I traced a fingertip the length of her aquiline nose, across her cheek, her jaw line, the side of her neck. 

"Sally, you are a work of art," I said, matching her whisper. I trailed three fingertips across her collar bone to the hollow below her throat.

"May I kiss you here?" I stroked that hollow with a gentle finger, wishing it were my tongue. 

"And here?" I tapped my forefinger down her sternum, pecking my lips softly with each tap.  

"And here?" I brushed her nipple with a gentle thumb before lightly cupping her breast. Sally's cheeks were pinking, her mouth opened slightly. She made the smallest of head shakes so I slid my palm down and around to her ribs, feeling her soft warmth.

"Sorry. I'm so selfconscious." She gave me a pained look. "My breasts are so small."

"Ah, sweet Sally. There ain't much meat on your bones, but what there is, is certainly choice."

"Cherce," she said with some force and a giggle. "You said it wrong. Tracy said Hepburn was 'cherce'." Her eyes danced. 

"So he did. So he did," giving her my best W.C. Fields imitation.

My sillyness seemed to break her mood. Her wide smile and dancing eyes transformed into a serious expression, a questioning near glare.

"You're coming on to me." She tilted her head slightly. "Aren't you?"

"Thought you'd never notice." My grin was not responded to.

"You just want to get into my panties?" Her tone accused.

"Not just your panties."

That twitched her.

"What does that mean?" 

"Your spirit, your lovely bright spirit so entices me. I want to share time with you, close, intimate time."

She turned her face away, closing her eyes. After a long moment, she took a deep breath and exhaled  slowly through pursed lips.

"Too much, too soon." Her voice carried a slight petulant whine. "And you're not really an appropriate choice for me." She turned a tight lipped face up to mine. "You're too old. I don't think I could handle a May-December relationship."

"Try May-September." My growl harsher than intended.

She glared, but didn't pull away from my embrace.

"I'm not asking you to have my children, you know?"

"What are you asking then?" Another petulant whine. 

"I'm inviting you to get to know me. I'm inviting you to let me get to know you. You're a beautiful woman, and I'm not just talking about how you look."

Her face softened a bit, some of the wariness fading from her eyes.

I pressed on. "Did you have a nice hour here with me? You seemed to enjoy yourself. I got into your head a little bit, didn't I?" I waited for a response, got only a small nod. 

"I got you out of your head, didn't I?" 

She just blinked. 

"You were feeling miserable, full of self pity, doubting yourself." I raised my eyebrows and waited.

"You gave me drugs and sweet talk and groped my tit." Her eyes danced, a smile wiggling her lips. "Is that your standard seduction ploy? Is that the way you get all those women into your boudoir, slutty man?" 

"It's simpler than that," I grinned most lasciviously and waited until she poked me.

"I just show 'em my dick."

She made a cute 'don't be a jerk' face.

"For maybe two hours or so."

She tried to glare, but couldn't suppress a short bark of a laugh.

"Truth!" 

"Liar," she burst out, her tinkling laughter charmed.

"How 'bout a date? Will you come with me..." I paused, trying to think of an event she'd find amusing, distracting.

Looking ever so mischievous, she asked sweetly, "Is that two separate invitations?"

"Could be, but I was thinking the Asian American Theater Company has a warm up dress rehearsal next Thursday night of 'Once Is Not Enough'. I'd love to see that."

"You are so transparent." She shook her head. "Once is not enough? That's not for real?"

"On my mother's empty grave. It's a 'who dunnit'."

"I'll think on it." 

"Thanks, Sal." I leaned and pecked her forehead. "I'll pick you up at six. We can have dinner at Greens before."



I called her Wednesday evening. She answered her phone with a cheery, if wary, tone.

"Hi, Sally. It's me, Gavin. How you doin', pretty girl?"

"Glad to hear it. I called to ask if you'd like to dress fancy tomorrow night. We can go casual, but it might be more fun to fancy it up. What do you say?' 

"Cocktail dress would be perfect. Oh, I'm going to dress black, so if you want to brighten us up, that would be great."

"Yellow? Yow, you'll hurt somebody in that color. Fantastic. See you at six."

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I parked in her driveway, and hurried to ring her bell. She opened the door before I could find her button.

"I'm ready," she sang.

"Oh, my god, you are, aren't you." Her hair was up, exposing a long slim neck, her lightly tanned shoulders bare above the low cut bodice of her pale yellow silk dress.

I held out my hand, she took it, and gracefully swept through the doorway. Her faint perfume subtle at first, but seemed to linger. She walked to my  car, I floated six inches above the concrete. I began the Sally mantra, "Be cool, be cool, be cool."

The drive to Fort Mason was a blur. Her melodic voice, tinkling laughter, kept me all a shiver. 

Greens' organic vegetarian dishes were tasty, but all I wanted was her. Not just for desert. I wanted a taste of her ear lobes for starters, and there were so many tasty tidbits to nibble before the main course. 

"Gavin, you seem distracted. You okay?" Sally's innocent blue eyes twinkled.

"I'm quite fine, Sal. It's just that you are distractingly beautiful." I fought to keep my eyes on her face.

"You like my dress?" She put a coy, little girl expression on, as she sat taller, arching her back slightly.

"Sally, that dress is killer." I put my hand over my heart and sighed. "You are just scrumptious."

She preened happily, her cheeks pinking slightly. 

"Did you get some sun? Your shoulders are..."

"Oh, I have to tell you this. My girl friend and I went to Baker beach yesterday." Her eyes gleamed and danced. "The part up by the Golden Gate bridge where everyone is naked!" She giggled, and hid flushing cheeks behind her palms.

"Oh? Did you have fun?" I said, waggling my eyebrows.

"There were three guys who kept staring at us. One of 'em had a guitar. He played Classical Gas. So hot."

"Him or the music?"

"Him, of course."

"So, what did you do?"

"I felt very brave so I rubbed baby oil on my tits." She laughed, shaking her head. "He shuffled his guitar around on his lap. I think I gave him a hard on." She hugged herself and shivered. "He was so cute."

"Did you talk to him?" 

"No," she groaned. "His pregnant wife was there." Sally's nose wrinkled, her mouth twisted. "He rubbed lotion all over her big belly in such a loving way," she said with a big sigh. "It turned me on. Mega turn on. I wanted to run over to him and beg, 'Do me!', 'Put your big hands on me!'."

"Guess girls do think with their gonads." 

"Gavin," she reached to squeeze my hand, "I want to go there again. Will you come with me?"

"Me?" I was dumbfounded.

"Yes, you. You're the only guy I know that I can trust right now." She squeezed my hand harder. "Please. Please." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes pleading, smiling large.

"Well, I guess I could." I tried to hide my eagerness behind patently false reluctance.

"Thank you. You're such a Sweety."

"Let's go see a play." 


The walk from Greens to the theater was short, too short. Sally hung on my arm, her body brushing against me. Major tingles.

We took our seats in the small, nearly empty theater. Sally leaned close, rubbing shoulders with me, turning a sweet face up to mine. I couldn't resist kissing her. A soft kiss, no tongue.

"Mmm?" she questioned, when I gently sucked her full lower lip.

The play went well, the lead actress gave us her soft Japanese femininity. In the second act, during one tense scene, Sally gripped my leg hard. She seemed very into the play. The third act was twisted and dark. The actress gave us scenes of harsh emotion, her face contorting with anger and hate. When the final curtain came down, the actors came out for their bows, and Sally's enthusiastic standing applause.

"Wonderful, Gavin. Thank you for bringing me." She danced and twisted before wrapping me in a big hug. "I've never been to a live play before," she beamed up at me. "It's so intimate." I held her, wanting so badly to taste her sweet mouth again.

"People, listen up." 

Sally and I turned to find a tall, goateed man on the open stage. He raised his arms, and gestured 'gather round', his long dark pony tail swaying down the back of his black turtleneck. 

"I think the rehearsal went splendidly. Good job." He smiled around his group. "But," he paused to endure their groans. "We have to pick up the pacing here and there, especially act two, scene two. Give it a little more energy, a little more tension." He scanned the troupe's faces. "I'll have my notes ready for all of you tomorrow afternoon. Now, let's partay. Where's the champagne?"

"Do you want to meet him, Sal? The director?" I whispered in her ear. 

She lifted wide eyes to mine.

"You know him?" She seemed impressed.

"We were at Cal about the same time," I shrugged.

"Oh, let's." 

As we turned, she slipped her arm through mine, and hugged it to her breast. Feeling a surge of heat in my belly, I wrapped her up, and held us tight, belly to belly. Her eyes sought mine, widening as her grin became lascivious. She pressed closer, rolling slim hips against me, mouthing my ear. 

"You shuuure know how to compliment a girl," she purred.

I chuckled and squeezed her tighter for a moment.

"Is it for me, or for that gorgeous actress." She bit my earlobe.

I jerked my head back to mock glare at her.

"Both of you," I stated firmly, without expression. "I'm a slut, remember?"

"Tsk," she said, wrinkling her nose as if in disgust, shaking her head, her eyes dancing. 

"Come on, silly Sally. You're about to have some fun." 


On stage, the pony tail swung as the tall man waved his arms to emphasize his exuberant words. He held a half empty magnum of champagne in one hand, and a tall paper cup in the other as he danced in front of the petit star of his play. He radiated boyish charm, his body language seductive. 

"Guy, if you have a moment," I half shouted over the din of twenty or so laughing voices.

"Gavin," he burst out and spun to face us. "Hey, old man. How is your sorry ass?" He seemed about to step forward, and bear hug me when he noticed Sally on my arm. 

He stopped, frozen in place, leaning forward to put his face inches from Sally's. 

"Who is this little peach?" He glanced at me. "You are an actress? Oh, tell me you're an actress," he begged. His tongue swiped his upper lip as if he were a happy puppy, about to lick her face. "I'd love to direct you, my pretty." Not on a stage, his tone implied, 

"Guy Nakamura," he breathed. "Tell me your name, pretty little peach," he begged as if in pain, holding out his hand. Sally, a bit wide eyed, gave him her hand, which he immediately brought to his lips. 

"S, Sally," she stuttered, glancing at me. "Sally Finnagin."

"Saaally," he sang softly, his eyelids drooping. His body shuddered slightly as if he'd had a small orgasm. "Lovely name for a beautiful woman. Those lips, those eyes will break a thousand hearts." He brought her hand to his chest. "And mine will be the first."

"Gav, you reprobate, let me introduce you to the love of my life." He gestured at the petit woman waiting patiently. "Annette Fujihara, the most beautiful star to ever grace these ancient boards. Annette, this is my best, greatest buddy, Gavin." He grinned at me. "I don't remember his surname," he groaned. "Those Irish names all sound like mumble to me." 

"Gavin O'Rourke," I said with a grin, and held out my hand. 

"Guy's mentioned you. I'm pleased to have a face for the outrageous stories he tells." She smiled, making my heart thump.

"You have great presence," I told her, feeling awkward, off balance. "You are also very beautiful." I clasped her tiny hand in both of mine, and bent to kiss her fingertips. "Dozo yoroshiku," I begged.

"I don't speak Japanese, but I understood that," she smiled, her eyes wide as if pleased.

I stared into her eyes, seeing her soul. The room, the noise, the world faded to nothing. 

"I want you," I whispered. She blinked, her smile shrank to a soft, open, oh so kissable mouth. I leaned forward to taste her, stopping with a lurch even as she lifted her chin to accept my approach.

"Call me," she mouthed, stepping back. "Call me soon." She turned, searching the crowd until she found Guy and Sally. "You'd better rescue your young lady before Guy has his way with her."

"That's okay, she needs male attention right now. She dumped a serious boy friend last week." I turned to see Guy lean very close to whisper against Sally's ear. 

"I think he likes her. What do you think?"

"She's blond," she grimaced. 

I bent to Annette's pale, pink ear. "I have to touch you. I hunger for a touch of your skin." I palmed a bare, round shoulder. "Umm, your skin is like silk, so soft, so warm and smooth."

She tilted her head back to rest her cheek against mine, her warm breath tickling my ear.

"Let's go someplace," she breathed. "Quickly."

"Office?" I asked, feeling a rush of heat, a rage of pure lust. 

"No, on stage. Behind the drop." She tugged hard at my jacket sleeve, drawing me toward the back, stage right. 

In the dim light, behind the painted canvas drop, her face seemed to glow. I wrapped her in my arms just as her arms were reaching for my neck. Her legs came up and around my waist, my hands found her butt. Her mouth ravenous on mine. All I could hear was panting, hers and mine. She tasted of champagne. She smelled musky; hot, humid musk. My cock, stone hard, begged for release.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she growled into my ear. "Fuck in me."

I leaned her against the cold concrete back wall, feeling the rough surface scratch my knuckles. I unzipped and worked my cock out, pressing against her heated, liquid crotch. 

"Oh," she chirped as I ripped her panties. 

I tried to smear my cock head in her juicy folds, seeking her core.

"Put it in me," she pleaded. "Aah, god, you big dicked haole bastard," she groaned and shuddered. "Don't move. Don't," She sucked air through clenched teeth, "move." She tilted her head back against the concrete, panting softly. "Move just a little now. Go easy."

"You okay? We can stop." I mumbled, feeling calmer now, fearing I'd hurt her. I lifted her slightly.

"Don't you fucking stop fucking now," she cried, her hands clutching my shoulders. "Just give me a bit." She panted through her clenched teeth. "I've never felt so stretched."

"Want some company?"

I turned my head to see Guy and Sally watching us.

"Just like old times, buddy?" I grinned.

"Yeah," he purred, turning to Sally. "C'mere, baby. Put your back up against the wall. I'm gonna eat 'til you scream." 

"Hunh?" Sally seemed a bit dazed as Guy spun her against the wall."

He bent and lifted her skirt. 

"Hold your dress up," he said gruffly, dropping to his knees. 

"Baby, your skin is so smooth." He slid palms slowly up her slim thighs then back down, taking her panties to her ankles. 

"Step out," he commanded, his voice harsh with lust. He groped at my hip, stuffing Sally's panties into my pocket. 

"C'mere, you sweet little mango." He buried his face in Sally's crotch, moaning. Sally gnawed a knuckle, thrusting her hips into his face.

"Remember me, Gavin?" Annette purred. Her lips mashed into mine. She tried to fuck my mouth with her tongue. "It's been so long since..." She sucked in air. "I've been full of dirty white boy."

I began moving her up and down my pole, not going as deeply as I wanted.

"This is soo hot," she groaned against my mouth. Her thighs clenched around my waist. I felt a hand slide down my arm. I knew it was Sally's. Her hand found my wrist, her fingers gripping hard. I twisted my mouth away to find Sally's pleading face in the dim light. 

"I'm so close. Kiss me," she mouthed, tilting her head.

I got my mouth on hers to stick my tongue in, as deeply as possible. Sally sucked my tongue hard and licked, mimicking Guy's action on her clit. I felt her tense, heard her grunt, and pulled my mouth away.

"Yesss. Oh, god, yesss." Sally's cry rang out. The stage space momentarily quiet until a titter came through the drop. Then someone started to clap hands, then all joined in.

"Author. Author," a woman's shrill voice cried out.

Guy pulled away from Sally, a knee popped as he stood. He kissed her flushed cheek.

"You have such a pretty peach," he stated, loud enough carry to the invisible audience, bringing another titter.

"We seem to have lost it," Annette mumbled in my ear. "Let's go someplace, and ..."

I stopped her with a kiss. 

"Good idea. This is starting to hurt my back." 

I kissed her again, long and soft.

"Hey, Gav. How's your hot tub?" Guy asked. 

"Perfect idea," I said, carefully dismounting Annette. I held her close for a moment. She tilted her head back, and grabbed my hair in one hand and my dick in the other. She pulled my face down, kissed me hard. 

I heard Guy chuckle. "She's always so hot for it after the last curtain."

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"I think you set me up, Gavin." Sally said, sitting half twisted, leaning against the car door, studying me with amused detachment, as if I were a Lady Bug crawling up her arm.

"You do?" I said with mock surprise, giving her a most innocent face. "Well, I did sort of forewarn you."

She narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "I'm not complaining. He's very charming and..."

"Has an ego out to here," I finished for her. "You like him?"

"Of course, migod, he's a whirlwind. I've never met anyone like him in my life."

"Compared to your ex, who isn't?" I laughed.

She held her gaze steady on mine for a moment, as if considering her next words. 

"Is he your slut buddy?" She snorted a quiet laugh, her eyes sliding away as if embarrassed.

"Mm? Our circles overlap somewhat, sometimes."

"Tell me about him. Tell me about you, too. You know, I just realized I know nothing about you." She leaned forward to squeeze my arm.

"Sure you do. You know I talk nice too much, that I'm a slut. Now you know I do nice things for people." I glanced at her quickly. "Sometimes, anyway."

"So, you think you're gonna do something nice for me? I can't believe you can be so..." she hesitated, pursing her lips.

"Amicus humani." I provided.

"Friend of..." She thrust her face forward, staring at me. "Humanity?" she said, and chuckled softly.

"It has it's rewards," I said, in a soft flat voice.

I heard her inhale deeply, and twist to face forward to stare out the windshield.

"Here they come," she said, excitement burbling in her voice. 

Guy and Annette were walking toward us, arm in arm, chatting. Guy, as usual, very animated, gesturing widely with his free arm. Annette, her gestures more delicate, smiled up into his face. She had changed into tight black jeans and white turtle neck under a puffy blue ski jacket.

I started the car engine and buttoned my window down. Guy bent to stick his face in mine.

"I'll follow you, Gav. Drive safely, please." He gave Sally a meaningful look. "Don't bruise that plum."

As we left the parking lot, Sally commented dryly. "He's sure into fruit."

"Not to my knowledge," I laughed. 

She stuck her tongue out at me.

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Annette and Sally stood, shoulder to shoulder, in front of the living room glass wall, scanning the view. The Bay Bridge suspension span lights curved delicately, tiny in the distance. The City sparkled below, a sprinkle of diamonds on black velvet.

"Beautiful, isn't it," Annette murmured and sighed. "I wish I could afford a place like this."

"Me, too," Sally agreed. 

"Wine, anyone?" I asked pleasantly. "Red, white or champagne?"

"Champagne for me," Guy said, walking up to the two women, laying an arm across each shoulder, smiling broadly down into each face in turn. Sally, in heels, a half head shorter. Annette, in flats, came up to his shoulder. 

"White, please," Annette said in her melodious voice, patting Guy's back and turning to me, smiling. "Champagne goes to my head too quickly, makes me do silly things." 

"Well then, let's toast first." I waved the champagne bottle at her. 

She dipped under Guy's arm and walked slowly across the room, her body swaying slightly.

"You don't need to get me silly."

I just nodded, at full stop, admiring her classically beautiful face as I worked the plastic cork with my thumbs, hidden by a kitchen towel. 

"How did you meet Guy at UC," she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

"He was ramping up to produce an Indi film. Came to me for some free financial advice." The cork popped softly into the towel. I put the black bottle into the ice bucket and spun it.

"I was doing a rocket science MBA at Haas."

Her eyebrows lifted.

"Berkeley B school. Financial engineering, emphasizing the metrics." I grinned at her. "I'm a bean counter, a digit head." I gave her an exaggerated look of apology. "And you?"

"At the audition, two months ago." 

"And now you're the love of his life," I stated.

"That's what he claims, but..." She gestured with her chin to Guy and Sally at the window and then shrugged. "He's like a prowling tomcat. I leave the door open, and he comes back home." She chuckled. "A little chewed on sometimes." Her face took on a serious expression. "How'd you meet Sally? She seems awfully young for you."

"I befriended a stray kitten, to continue your analogy. She's doing her first year at the Art Academy, fresh off the mountain."

"She is beautiful, very fresh, very appealing." Annette's eyes smiled softly. "Very vulnerable."

"She dumped a clod last week. You know the type, a sweet talking, Neanderthal hoop shooter."

"So girl dumps boy?"

"True."

"And the man rebounds."

"Right again." I smiled at her quick uptake.

"And the man is a team player? He shares the ball?"

"Obviously." I turn to carefully study Annette's serious face.

"I think I'll have a Champagne." Her smile flickered under hooded eyes. "I feel adventurous tonight."

"So, do you and Guy live together?" 

"Mm, same house, but I'm really just renting a room. We aren't a pair so much as close friends." She grinned. "Very close."

She pressed her belly against my hip, straddling my leg with hers, hunching forward. 

"Maybe you and I will be very close. I'm looking forward to getting to know you." Her lips parted slightly, her eyes flashed. "Mm? We have some unfinished business."

"So do they."

I gestured towards the pair at the window. 

Sally stood facing Guy, fingers to her cheek, leaning forward slightly, a palm on his chest. Guy, leaning forward, his face very animated, eyes flashing, smiling large, his soft words barely audible across the room. 

His hand drifted up to her cheek, almost absentmindedly. Guy kissed her. A gentle lingering kiss. She moaned softly, pressing closer, belly to belly. Her arms came up around his neck. Guy's free hand came around, sliding slowly up her back, fingers searching. I clearly heard the long, soft purr as he drew the zipper down to her buttocks. 

"Mmmm," Sally moaned when his palm slid down her bare back into her dress, massaging her butt cheek.

Her arms came up, she palmed his head, sucking his mouth until Guy pulled his head back. 

"Let me see," he begged. 

Sally stepped back, folding her hands as if in prayer against her chest. Guy lifted spaghetti straps from her flushed skin, drawing them slowly over softly rounded shoulders. Stepping back, no longer smiling, his eyes locked on Sally's, his mouth slightly open. He raised his hands, palms together, an unconcious prayer to the goddess of feminine beauty. 

Sally opened, spreading her arms wide as if crucified. She smiled, her cheeks pinking even more. Slowly she lowered her arms, her pale dress slipping down to her flat belly. Guy's sharp intake of air, loud in the quiet room. 

Annette and I watched in silence, aware of our thumping hearts. She clutched my arm hard. I winced. Sally's small breasts, in profile, slightly pear shaped, upturned pink nipples puffy with her excitement.

I heard Annette suck air slowly, letting it out with a soft sigh. 

I pressed the stone in my pants hard to her belly as Guy reached out trembling fingertips to stroke the side of Sally's breast. She turned slightly to press against his fingers, letting her arms drop to her sides. The pale yellow silk whispered to a puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of her heels, reaching for his face. They came together with a thump, mouths devouring, arms clutching, fingers gripping, both growling through their noses.

"She's so fucking hot," Annette moaned against my chest. 

"Mmm," I grunted softly, rubbing my dick against her, trying to reposition it where it wouldn't bind. Finally I gave up and thrust my hand into my pocket to fix the problem.

"Take it out," Annette said, her voice husky with her own heat. "Get your cock out where I can play with it." She arched away from me, giving me room to unzip and fish. She had it in her grip before I had it half out, squeezing hard and stroking.

Sally was tearing at Guy's turtleneck, try to rip it out of his pants. He was trying to shove tight jeans down off his ass. She gave up, grabbed his cock and pulled him towards the couch as he stripped the turtleneck off. He, hobbled by the jeans sliding to his ankles, made awkward penguin steps. Sally fell back onto the couch, her legs spread.

"Eat me again, fucker," she demanded, pulling her knees to her arm pits, flashing pale pubes and pink lips.

The girl is hot. I felt a flash of worry for my leather upholstery.

"Sit," Annette commanded, pointing to a wooden chair. I devined her intent and dropped my slacks. She stripped her turtleneck, carefully pulling her long dark hair through. I kicked off my loafers and dropped into the chair, kicking my pants off. Annette wiggled, forcing her jeans down to her hips. She put a hand on my shoulder and stripped one leg off. 

"Hold your cock up," she demanded mounting my lap, facing Guy and Sally, bending slightly until I'd centered my cock. She sat slowly, easing herself onto me. Slowly, very slowly, wincing, she impaled herself.

"Love that fat cock of yours," she moaned, rocking her hips. I felt busy fingers on her clit.

"He shuure knows how to suck pussy," Annette hissed.

Guy's face twisted and turned on Sally's shining cunt. He lapped and rocked, sucked and twisted. Sally had his pony tail in one hand and a nipple in the other, pulling and pinching.

Sally was headed downtown on the express bus; make that a runaway bus. Her cries rose in pitch and tempo. Her back arched as Guy tongue lashed her clit. He pistoned two fingers into her. 

"Gonna come," she groaned. "Gonna..." Her voice rose, a high pitched cry exploded from her body. She flopped on the couch like a beached fish, then fell limp. Guy was on her and in her in half a breath. His hips plunging, his ass clenching under Sally's clutching fingers. Her cries rising again as Guy humped like a crazed animal.

I worried the neighbors would 911 for paramedics and police. Someone was obviously dying a painful death.

As Guy sang his song of orgasm, Annette's cunt tube clenched. She banged her head back against my shoulder and cried out her own song. 

Guy collapsed onto Sally. Annette disimpaled herself and ran to his side, jeans flapping around her ankle.

"Get off her, Guy," She demanded, pulling at his hip, rolling his body to the rug. 

She fell to her knees, thrusting her face into Sally's sopping crotch. She lapped and sucked the poor girls battered cunt, humming and frigging her own. 

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off as Sally's voice cried out, louder with each second. I pulled my socks off, and stood. My cock waving as I walked to stand behind Annette.

I studied Sally's contorting face, her eyes clenching, her lips pulled back over clenched teeth. Strands of pale hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Droplets of sweat glistened between her breasts.

"Hunh, hunh," she panted. too weak to vocalize. 

Annette squealed and shuddered, rolling to the floor to lay panting and trembling on her side, both hands shoved, stiff armed, between her legs. 

I stepped over her and dropped to my knees between Sally's trembling, sweat sticky thighs. I watched her face as I smeared my cock in her juices. Her eyelids fluttered, her head rolled back and forth. I pushed slowly into her tightness.

"Oh, migod. Oh, migod," she chanted. 

Ever so slowly I stroked into her until she took everything I had to offer.

Her eyelids fluttered open, she shook her head.

"No more. My god, no more." 

Pulling her legs down, and I lifted mine over hers, straddling her thighs.

I leaned down onto her, letting my chest scrub her engorged nipples.

"Mmm," she moaned, shivering.

I slid a hand under her shoulder blades, gripping her slim neck, bracing my other hand on the cushion, slowly moving in and out of her, gently stroking, keeping my weight light on her chest, just enough to scrape her nipples in my chest hair.

Sally stared up into my face, her bright eyes dancing.

"You slut bastard," she whispered. "Slut bastard, fucking me with his fat cock."

"Yeah, you knew I'd get into your panties, little girl. You like this? You like my cock in you? You made the 'A' list, little peach. Can you handle it?" I ground slowly in and out, pressuring her clit with the top of my cock. "Or are you going to run back to your little bopper?"

Sally's eyes fluttered, her mouth opening, but no sound escaped except her slightly panting breath. The sparkle left her eyes, her lips curled into a snarl.

"Gimme your cock, I wanna suck it. I wanna suck you off and eat your jiz," she said, her eyes flaring, smiling through her snarl. 

Annette's whimper distracted us. We turned our heads to see them wrapped together on the floor, kissing tenderly. Guy's ass pumped slowly, stroking in and out of Annette, as if he had all the time in the world. Her ankles were locked over his butt, her hands sliding slowly around on his back. 

"God, he fucked me, now he's making love to her." Her face flinched, a little flash of pain.

"I fucked her too. You were busy and didn't notice."

The taut cords in her neck pulled my lips to her skin. I kissed and sucked her pink flesh, reveling in the silkiness against my lips.

"Oh," she sighed softly, her lips nibbled my ear.

"Kiss me, Gavin," she whispered.

I pressed soft lips to hers, smearing gently, licking her lower lip. Her full lips opened slightly, we pressed together.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Mm, mm, mm," she laughed softly into my mouth, her arms coming up, wrapping around my neck. She hugged tight for a moment then curled long fingers in my hair, lifting my face away from hers.

Her soft, sweet smile warmed me. I felt an up welling of tenderness for this golden child woman.

"I get it." She pursed her lips, nodding her head slightly. "I understand," she said with finality.

I smiled at her.

"Altruism has its rewards," she chuckled. "Only when properly balanced with selfishness."

Whimpers and groans from the floor distracted. The little scene on the floor was coming close to its final curtain. Annette's face, distorted, a rictus of pain, pressed against Guy's shoulder, her arms clenching his torso as he stroked fast and hard into her.

"Aaah," she cried out. "Guy, Guy, Gaiiii," she shrilled, her body convulsed and collapsed as Guy strained into her. "Anneeee," he groaned. His hips flexed once, then again. "Ung," he groaned. "Mmm," he sighed.

"Get off me, Gavin." Sally pushed at my shoulders. "I've a little favour to return."

I pushed myself to my feet, and held out hands to her. She took them and pulled herself up to sit, staring at my erect cock. 

"Two hours, right?" She looked up, wide eyed, eyebrows high. "I'm gonna hold you to that."

I just nodded and grinned, pulling her up into my arms.

"Go get it, sweet peach. I'll be right behind you".

A wary look filled Sally's eyes. She opened mouth, but I cut her off.

"I want to fuck her again." I smiled softly, shrugging at her quickly lifted eyebrows. "She likes my dick."

"Who doesn't? Who wouldn't? You're a walking dildo."

I gave her a look.

"A very human walking dildo," she said, her eyes softening. She stroked my cheek with gentle fingertips.

She pulled free, turned and put a foot on Guy's hip, rocking his body. 

"Get off her, man. She's mine now."

Guy groaned, kissed Annette's neck and rolled away, flopping onto his back. Sally dropped to her belly, spread Annette's legs with a rude shove and buried her face in her matted black fur patch.

"Suck my cunt, fuckin' blond bitch." 

Seems Annette has a thing with blonds.

"You get your jollies real good, sucking your man's come outa my cunt, wahine bitch?

Seems Sally takes no shit.

"Yeah, you're not good enough for it, country girl."

Seems Annette can dish it out.

"Ung," Annette grunted, clutching at Guy's arm, her belly spasming.

Seems Sally was winning the war of tongues.

Time to get in on the action. I dropped to hands and knees and skewered Sally, sliding easily into her. Seems the oral, so to speak, exchange had juiced her up pretty well. She was very slick, very hot. Her firm ass cheeks a delight against my belly. When I pushed in, she opened, letting me sink to my balls.

"God, Sally, your ass is so fine," I groaned into her ear.

"Ung," said Annette, but muffled. Guy was kissing her mouth, pinching her nipple. She had one fist in Sally's hair, the other in Guy's, her body trembling, tensing.

With my face next to Sally's, I had a close up of her work. Her lips tight around Annette's flesh, her cheeks hollowing and puffing as she mouth fucked her clit.

"Come, baby. Come for me. Show us all you got." Guy's voice loud against Annette's cries.

"Commmmmminngg," she cried.

Seems the wahine takes direction.

Annette's body surged with her pleasure, crunching her into a half circle, her face distorted as if in pain, as if hot irons were stroking her skin. We all shared her pleasure, Sally's cunt twitched then clamped around me. I held still, letting her enjoy being filled.

"Ah, yes. Baby, you do it so fine," Guy murmured into Annette's ear as he nuzzled her temple.

Sally reached back and patted my ass.

"Get off me, Gavin," she said softly.

I got off her, rising to my knees.

Sally crawled up Annette's body, kissing up her belly, licking a nipple, pecking a collar bone.

"You suck pretty good," she mumbled against Annette's lips, "for a wahine girl."

"You're not so bad yourself," Annette mumbled back, bringing her hands to Sally's face to pull her into a soft kiss.

A study in contrasts. Sally, long and flushed pink; Annette, shorter and flushed, slightly olive. Pale hair against black. Self contained, controlled Asian against out there, free flying Caucasian. 

Guy swung his face slowly to mine. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a speculative look. His goatee waggled as his lips pursed.

"Don't go there, Guy. Not interested," I teased.

He barked a short laugh. 

"You brought Sally to the play knowing my 'inclinations'?"

I nodded.

"Thanks. 'Preciate," he grinned. "She is quite a woman."

"So's Annette." 

Guy's turn to nod, but his eyes flinched.

"We be very lucky." He squeezed Sally's shoulder. "Two fine women here." He stroked Annette's cheek with gentle fingertips. "The goddess of love has been very, very kind to us, my man." He flashed a quick grin.

Sally rolled to her side, taking Annette with her, Annette slowly sliding a leg up and over Sally's waist.

"We're all lucky," she said, hugging Sally, a quick squeeze.

"Yeah." Sally hugged back. 

I crawled over the two women's bodies, bringing kisses for their lips.

"Champagne, anyone?" Guy asked.


