Chapter 2A: Friday Night With Gail

"The Bar," was really just that, a bar in a no frills neighborhood joint populated by a young, knowledgeable in-group making the late night scene. Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York's Financial District. The actual bar was small, patrons clustered around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers. The drinks were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food. Music blared from an audiophile's dream of what speaker's should really sound like. Varying from Boz Scaggs to Chet Baker, one could safely say it had something for everyone. Only the owner knew the jukebox provided a substantial amount of revenue each week, for it played on long after the bar closed each night.

Warren appeared almost magically. Managing to reach the bar and notice the new barmaid before someone spotted him and called his name in warm greeting.

"Hey, Warren! How's it going guy?" A redheaded, freckled-faced stockbroker raised his fuchsia-colored martini in greeting.

"Great Joey, how're ya hittin' 'em?

"Awright guy! Hey, Glenda!" Joey hollered to get the barmaids attention and pointed to Warren. "Give'im whatever he wants, 'kay?"

Glenda, a striking brunette with a well-deserved hard body, replied "You got it Joey," and moved lithely down the bar to Warren. Joey and several others nudged one another as they waited to see how Warren would treat this one. Several women at various stations within the bar also glanced discretely in his direction.

Glenda liked what she saw and gave Warren the benefit of her best smile. "Joey's buyin, ' what will you have..." and made the mistake of adding, "handsome?"

Once again Warren used this as an opportunity to confirm his status as a legend among his peers. In a well-resonated baritone, he sang out loud enough to be heard over the jukebox, from which one clever lady was astute enough to reach out with a dainty ankle and yank the plug.

"Just bring me two pina coladas I want one for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan Oh and never leave dry land"

He wiped his hand across his mouth, then urged the listening customers to join him. Glenda stood there in shock, mouth agape for a moment then quickly began preparing his drink as Warren continued singing.

"Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' man

Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' man"

Warren drove his fist into the air and two men on his left joined him, their glasses raised in the air, as he segued into the chorus.

Bring! - Bring! - Bring me two pina coladas

By the next line, most of the people had linked arms or were toasting each other as they all joined in for a rousing finish.

"Yeah I want one for each hand Let's all set sail with Captain Morgan Oh, and never leave dry land"

Warren halted as his pina colada arrived, served by a beaming Glenda. "More, more," the crowd chanted.

"All right," Warren smiled, took a drink and shouted, "this crew was meant to suffer anyway. Here goes..."

Warren:

No, the troubles I forgot 'em Crowd:

Troubles I forgot 'em Warren:

I buried 'em in the sand Crowd:

I buried HER in the sand

Warren: (smiling broadly finished the song off to great applause)

Oh, man! So bring me two pina coladas And say hello to her good timin' man

Warren gestured to Glenda and she came back over to him, and he leaned over the bar and kissed her on the lips. When it ended he whispered to her, "What nights are you off?"

Stammering, Glenda answered, "Wednesdays and Thursdays... ? "Keep Wednesday open. Here's my number," and he handed her his card, "Call me Monday afternoon, okay?"

"Uuuh, yeah... sure... call ya... right."

He finished his drink and moved off to work the crowd. Glad handing some, patting this girl on the rear; approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter. Then he spotted the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve to do-he asked to see it. The blonde never hesitated; she pulled her top to the side to present over half of her breast for his inspection. Of course Warren's finger traced the lines of the tattoo and ending by circling her nipple before telling her it was the greatest work of its kind he'd ever seen. And he was off again. Everyone touched him one way or another as he moved through the bar, accepting a drink from this one and that as he weaved through the crowd.

A mousy looking brunette stood off to the side with a girlfriend even more forlorn then her. Warren smiled down at both and told them they were looking great. As he moved on, his hand casually caressed the brunette's inner thigh and moved up to cup her mons. Her legs bucked and her friend caught her before she fell.

Warren moved on, oblivious to her condition. Then he spotted Gail. He thought her a vision as she sat at the bar under the television. Of course, he'd had six pina coladas by then and the lighting was poor, but his instincts seldom failed him and this was no exception. Gail was truly lovely, dressed in a white smocked tank top over a full, white flowing skirt with a high side slit, her blonde hair hung loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. Her small, firm breasts jutted out against the tank top material. Her eyes were lightly lined and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. Warren noticed as he appraised her, that she wore no bra. Even in the dim light, her stubby nipples and the dark shadows of her areola were evident.

Gail carefully placed her drink in the center of the wet circle on the bar and practiced her smile in the mirror behind the bar. Smugly satisfied with being able to pass for a twenty four-year-old, she thrust out her breasts for maximum effect. Gail was only nineteen. Her girlfriend Karen had been right, this was just a bar, but it had a lively crowd and the music was as good as it was loud. She bet herself there wasn't a person in the bar over 30.

Discreetly she glanced in Warren's direction as he approached, and to insure capturing his attention, she leaned back in the chair, tilting it on its swivel hinge, while crossing her legs to reveal a good bit of thigh. Not satisfied with this, Gail resorted to thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck. Her small breasts lunged out, and the nipples threatened to burst through the tank top. Gale had come here specifically to see this supposed marvelous male specimen and if he was all Karen said he was, to leave with him. But Gail was not the only female with Warren on their agenda.

Warren evaluated the women in the bar again and making his decision rose and approached Gail. He was totally relaxed as he stood next to her, holding his seventh pina colada at waist level and to his side and said in a well-modulated voice, "This sounds corny as hell, but have we met before? You look awfully familiar." She giggled to herself, and leaning forward, turned to face him, closing the distance between them even more.

Warren smiled, his white teeth sparkled and Gail took in a surprising amount of information as her eyes swept from his to his lower torso. The thick black hair, his sad, but very alert eyes, the hair on his chest and the black knit shirt he wore with casual elegance. She also noted that other than a wristwatch he wore no jewelry.

"I don't think so," Gail responded with a combination of amusement and enthusiasm. "But you do a great Garth Brooks."

Her open hands and wide eyes told Warren more than he needed to know. He reached out and took her hand in his, gazing at it with a kind of reverence.

"What are you doing?" she asked, although the lilt in her voice told him she wasn't offended.

Warren ignored her question and said, "Come with me," as he placed his drink on the bar, and he'd continued to hold her hand as they walked through the maze of tables to the right of the bar, stopping to introduce her to his friends and associates.

"Mel, this is... " he paused to allow Gail to provide her name. "Gail," she said. "Gail," Warren repeated as though to himself. Mel, Gail here is the most desirable woman I've met in a long time."

And so it went, "Jerry, Jerry, how'ya doing guy? Say, I want you to meet the vivacious Gail, isn't she gorgeous? Gail would normally have felt like a trophy on display, except for the constant body contact she was luxuriating in with him. He never let go of her hand. One minute his other arm was around her back, then around her waist, He was always close beside her. Their thighs touched with the third introduction and when he made an amusing remark, she used it as a pretext to push her hand against his chest to test its hardness. A moment later, she moved her thigh enough to reestablish contact with his.

Suddenly, they were alone in a dark corner of the bar. Gail was surprised to find herself leaning against him and hoping he'd touch her intimately. His mouth was close to hers and she absorbed the sweetness of his breath as he whispered in her ear.

"I want you to do us both a favor, okay?"

Flushed with the early stages of arousal, Gail answered before thinking. "Sure, Warren. What is it?"

"Go into the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to me."

Gail was stunned at the request. But she also felt her pussy contracting as the wet dewdrops formed on her inner lips.

"I must be crazy," she said, and attempted a subterfuge, "but a dare's a dare. You're on," she said and she said it with enthusiasm.

Warren surprised her again. "I'm not daring you to do anything. I want you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I'll take you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!"

Not used to being ordered around, Gail hesitated a moment, looked into his eyes and then headed straight to the ladies room to follow his instructions.

Why in the hell am I doing this, she wondered?

Then she answered her own question. I came to find out if he was a good as Karen said he was and he was everything Karen had bragged he was and more, including very different than the normal Friday night Romeo she was used to.

The ladies room was crowded with women applying makeup in front of the mirror and relieving themselves in the three booths. Gail stood next to one waiting for it to become free. Gradually, she became aware that the girl inside the booth was masturbating and not very shy about it. The girl started to scream as her climax coursed through her body.

"Arrrrrrgh! Yes! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Warren! Oooooooh! Yessss!" reverberated throughout the tiled room.

Two girls, both brunettes, tittered with nervous laughter and passed a joint back and forth. Gail, feeling conspicuous and very nervous about what she was about to do and the results following her action was mollified to see another woman grinding her clit against the countertop while trying to apply lipstick with a shaking hand. Gail realized the masturbating girl had affected everyone in the ladies room.

Gail knew pussy was just about drenched at this point and to her great relief, the booth opened and the masturbator emerged. She was a small, mousy brunette who glanced at Gail and said forlornly, "Oh, you're the one with him tonight." Then she brushed by Gail and strode unconcernedly to the mirror and began applying blush to her cheeks.

Gail caught the booth door on the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relieved herself. After drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the masturbating girl had called out Warren's name!

"My God," she thought, automatically touching her clit gingerly with her middle finger, then probed her labia searching for her juices which were seeping out of her. She knew other women were waiting for any sounds of masturbation and contented herself with a brief flurry of finger action before following Warren's instructions and removed her panties. Flushing the toilet, she composed her features and left the booth. A petite blonde had beared her breasts and was giddily showing off a tattoo to three other women as Gail pushed open the door and left, returning to the corner where Warren was waiting.

Feeling foolish, but extremely excited from anticipation of what he must be like in bed, she laughed nervously and said, "Do you want them now?"