The Capture
I tipped the DJ $40.00 to skip Poison's turn in the rotation, then I gave Poison what I thought she might have made if she had danced; well... probably more. Poison figured that Terry would be eager to make the sale and that he might come early. "If he gets here soon, I'll make him leave as soon as we're done, then you can take me home." Great. How does a guy in a topless bar turn down the hottest stripper in the entire place? I turned up the beer bottle without answering. Poison questioned my indifference at her offer to take her "home", "What's the matter? You don't want to take me home?"
Out of all the men in the bar, and a few of the women, 97% would have jumped at the chance; the abstaining 3% were Narcs. No coitus - No copulation - No booty for us.
"I'm going to change!" Poison strutted away; Pissed off - Irritated at the thought of possibly getting turned down. "Every now and then you gotta take one... for the team - you know?," Thunder offered his condolences. I hadn't said "No" yet, I had to wait until Terry delivered, then I'd have to come up with a reason. It just wasn't fitting, though. How many kids would walk out of candy store without taking a piece of free candy? How many women would walk out of a shoe store without taking a pair if they were free? Yet here I was, in the depths of an abysmal den full of sinners, passing up a piece and a pair.
Poison's "old man" finally arrived. It was the same Terry - Thunder's Buick-boy from earlier. Terry made his way to the bar and struck up a conversation with the female bartender, periodically turning to look over the crowd. Poison reappeared from the dressing room wearing a white, lacey, bra and panty set and thigh-high leather boots. The footwear showcased her taut, competent legs and served as a pedestal for her perfectly round bottom. "Mmmm - Like a golf ball perched on a tee." Terry spotted Poison and called out to her about the time she reached our table. Poison set her cigarette case down and then went to meet Terry. After a few minutes Poison returned and sat in the chair next to me; she wasn't sprawling across my lap while Terry was in the bar. "I need $40," Poison extended her turned-up palm. "You told me they were $3 apiece," I feigned protestation of the price. Poison countered, "He'll knock it down to $3 if you buy more than twenty." "Fuck it - Take $40." Poison slipped the money into her cigarette case and returned to Terry's side. "You're half-way there, dumbass... But, you left the money on the table." Poison was evidently running her own game. She didn't take the money to Terry. She would probably give him $30 later; thinking she was screwing me out of an extra ten bucks. Like $10 was going to queer this deal...
Terry repositioned himself at the bar so he could keep an eye on our table. Thunder cussed the hostess for making him leave his cowboy hat at the front desk. He shifted around behind Jasmine, using her as a cloak while he peered through her wispy hair. Thunder kept an eye on Terry while trying not to let Terry see him. JR abruptly stood from his seat and called out to a chubby stranger. JR introduced "Chris" around the table and told him to pull up a chair. I offered Chris Poison's chair instead; setting the scene for her return. Chris was a balding 24-25 year old; cocky, loud, and he had a strange desire to cap every statement with a fake "saleman's laugh." He turned out to be the first person I have ever truly disliked within the first minute of meeting them. I envisioned a "train-wreck" in our future. Chris was already in trouble though; he was JR's target for the evening.
Thunder, meanwhile, was forced into pulling double duty; keeping and eye on my deal with Poison and Terry, and JR's deal with pudgy Chris. He was tasked with memorizing the finite details of two simultaneous transcations. He would be instrumental when it came time to write the prosecution reports. Thunder was more than capable; he had, after all, memorized about a thousand "silver screen" quotes and he could recall the title, year and the actors without fail. I expected to hear a few "new ones" on the way home, providing Poison wasn't in the picture...
Poison returned to the table to find pudgy Chris sitting in her chair. I pushed away from the table and pulled Poison into my lap while sneaking a peek at Terry. The "chess game" had started, although Terry pretended not to play from his perch at the bar. Poison felt a little rigid this time; a little uncomfortable with Terry watching. "Well?," I asked as I looked up into Poison's seductive blue eyes. "They're in a cellophane wrapper in my boot," she said, "I'll get them out in a minute." I checked to make sure Terry was still watching, "That's OK - I'll get it." I slowly slid my hand up and down the length of Poison's rigid thigh, then down into the top of her boot. I took the wrapper from Poison's boot and slipped it into my back pocket. Pudgy Chris was still being loud and obnoxious; he couldn't take his eyes off of Poison, and he had seen me pull "something" out of her boot. "DAMN - I ALREADY LIKE YOU GUYS!," Chris blurted out with bugged out eyes and a huge school-boy grin on his face. "Thanks, Fat Boy... Anybody that wasn't watching us before is probably watching us NOW!" Poison sighed, expressing her disgust with the stranger, "So, what do you want me to tell him?" She was persistent - to the point that it had finally paid off; Poison had bought herself a trip to court on a First Degree Felony - Delivery of LSD. My price was going to be steeper than that.
Out of all the men in the bar, and a few of the women, 97% would have jumped at the chance; the abstaining 3% were Narcs. No coitus - No copulation - No booty for us.
"I'm going to change!" Poison strutted away; Pissed off - Irritated at the thought of possibly getting turned down. "Every now and then you gotta take one... for the team - you know?," Thunder offered his condolences. I hadn't said "No" yet, I had to wait until Terry delivered, then I'd have to come up with a reason. It just wasn't fitting, though. How many kids would walk out of candy store without taking a piece of free candy? How many women would walk out of a shoe store without taking a pair if they were free? Yet here I was, in the depths of an abysmal den full of sinners, passing up a piece and a pair.
Poison's "old man" finally arrived. It was the same Terry - Thunder's Buick-boy from earlier. Terry made his way to the bar and struck up a conversation with the female bartender, periodically turning to look over the crowd. Poison reappeared from the dressing room wearing a white, lacey, bra and panty set and thigh-high leather boots. The footwear showcased her taut, competent legs and served as a pedestal for her perfectly round bottom. "Mmmm - Like a golf ball perched on a tee." Terry spotted Poison and called out to her about the time she reached our table. Poison set her cigarette case down and then went to meet Terry. After a few minutes Poison returned and sat in the chair next to me; she wasn't sprawling across my lap while Terry was in the bar. "I need $40," Poison extended her turned-up palm. "You told me they were $3 apiece," I feigned protestation of the price. Poison countered, "He'll knock it down to $3 if you buy more than twenty." "Fuck it - Take $40." Poison slipped the money into her cigarette case and returned to Terry's side. "You're half-way there, dumbass... But, you left the money on the table." Poison was evidently running her own game. She didn't take the money to Terry. She would probably give him $30 later; thinking she was screwing me out of an extra ten bucks. Like $10 was going to queer this deal...
Terry repositioned himself at the bar so he could keep an eye on our table. Thunder cussed the hostess for making him leave his cowboy hat at the front desk. He shifted around behind Jasmine, using her as a cloak while he peered through her wispy hair. Thunder kept an eye on Terry while trying not to let Terry see him. JR abruptly stood from his seat and called out to a chubby stranger. JR introduced "Chris" around the table and told him to pull up a chair. I offered Chris Poison's chair instead; setting the scene for her return. Chris was a balding 24-25 year old; cocky, loud, and he had a strange desire to cap every statement with a fake "saleman's laugh." He turned out to be the first person I have ever truly disliked within the first minute of meeting them. I envisioned a "train-wreck" in our future. Chris was already in trouble though; he was JR's target for the evening.
Thunder, meanwhile, was forced into pulling double duty; keeping and eye on my deal with Poison and Terry, and JR's deal with pudgy Chris. He was tasked with memorizing the finite details of two simultaneous transcations. He would be instrumental when it came time to write the prosecution reports. Thunder was more than capable; he had, after all, memorized about a thousand "silver screen" quotes and he could recall the title, year and the actors without fail. I expected to hear a few "new ones" on the way home, providing Poison wasn't in the picture...
Poison returned to the table to find pudgy Chris sitting in her chair. I pushed away from the table and pulled Poison into my lap while sneaking a peek at Terry. The "chess game" had started, although Terry pretended not to play from his perch at the bar. Poison felt a little rigid this time; a little uncomfortable with Terry watching. "Well?," I asked as I looked up into Poison's seductive blue eyes. "They're in a cellophane wrapper in my boot," she said, "I'll get them out in a minute." I checked to make sure Terry was still watching, "That's OK - I'll get it." I slowly slid my hand up and down the length of Poison's rigid thigh, then down into the top of her boot. I took the wrapper from Poison's boot and slipped it into my back pocket. Pudgy Chris was still being loud and obnoxious; he couldn't take his eyes off of Poison, and he had seen me pull "something" out of her boot. "DAMN - I ALREADY LIKE YOU GUYS!," Chris blurted out with bugged out eyes and a huge school-boy grin on his face. "Thanks, Fat Boy... Anybody that wasn't watching us before is probably watching us NOW!" Poison sighed, expressing her disgust with the stranger, "So, what do you want me to tell him?" She was persistent - to the point that it had finally paid off; Poison had bought herself a trip to court on a First Degree Felony - Delivery of LSD. My price was going to be steeper than that.
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