Chapter 23: Dance Night

Note” This division merely reflects that “Part 1” is already the size of a novel. There are several more parts to come.

Paloma and I are at “Bob’s Place,” a popular night spot. Sondra Cooke is the 17 year old girl, the maître d’ that collects the cover charge.

We are about to start dancing. Paloma is nervous about dancing.

I said, “Paloma, “Just slide your feet slowly with me and follow my movements.”

I took her firmly with my left hand, with my right on the top of her hip. I shifted the sporran to the side out of our way.

A few more couples got up to dance. Paloma zeroed in on my firm member, rubbing against it. She was sliding around on me with a big smile. I moved her using her hand and my hand on her round buttocks.

I glanced down and saw Sondra looking straight up at us; I knew she could see right up my kilt and Paloma’s skirt. She smiled, enjoying the view. I mouthed her an air kiss.

If this wasn’t surreal, I didn’t know what was.

We danced, Paloma was able to follow me well enough for the most part.

After the waltz was over, I went to the bar they had upstairs and got a rich red wine for Paloma, and a whiskey and water for me. The downstairs had its own bar. I took the drinks back, and two of us sipped and looked around at the other people nearby.

They had started to pair up into groups of couples. Some men or women would visit another table or dance with other partners. I analyzed the goings-on and was interested in something other than what they were doing. Not everyone was trying to swap their dates.

I watched Paloma use facial signals a couple times to prevent other couples from intruding on us.

Ox noticed me watching Paloma, “I instructed her on how to send a no message informally. Women have their own ways of commutating. She’s letting the other women know she’s off the market; that she does not want another man intruding. I think you are possibly the only man she will ever trust again.”

I said, “She’s conked anyway. She can’t be anything else other than to be loyal to me alone.”

Ox said, “As I was saying, her poor dating background with oafs and her old boss’s rape have made her unhappy with men. She adores you, but you’re not really a local man. You get the only pass Paloma will likely ever give.”

I sent, “I am interested in one woman at the moment. She’s not up here,” I looked down at Sondra.

We stayed another hour, and it began to thin out. People were pairing up and leaving in groups. We danced most of the slow dances. The other kinds of dance they had here were like line dances. The music was usually energetic, if not frenetic at times. You had to know the old English dance steps, and we did not know them.

We came down the steps, and Sondra rushed over to us.

“Let me say goodnight to Dad. I would like to talk with you. I know an after-hours place.”

Paloma and I looked at each other and mentally agreed.

Paloma held Sondra’s upper arm intimately and said, “We would like that.”

The three of us left together a few minutes later. It was evident that Bob loved his daughter dearly. His hands were on her ass as she kissed him goodnight.

Yet, he was letting her go off with strangers. She obviously enjoyed a free and unconventional lifestyle by local standards.

Sondra took us one avenue and over five streets. She turned down an ally. Sondra led us up the back steps to a large dark house. She knocked on the door and I felt a presence behind the door. I felt someone was looking at us. I could not tell how they were looking at us. There may be a peephole in the door.

A small window opened in the door, and a voice said, “Mistress Cooke, Good evening. You have guests this evening?”

She said, “Yes, Hamish. A private room, some ales, and a small bag, please.”

Ox sent, “This is a drug house. Most people come here to smoke marijuana or opium and to talk. It’s a party place. It’s not illegal; it’s just that people don’t want to get a bad reputation. They come here on the sly. You and Paloma can smoke their stuff, and it won’t affect you. Exo’s will keep you from its effects.”

We both sent, “Thank you.”

The door opened, and we were escorted through a large room with pillows all around. People were lounging on the pillows, smoking, and sipping ales.

We were escorted up the circular stairway and down a hall to a private room.

The man escorting us said, “Grass and ale all around, as usual mistress?”

Sondra said, “Yes, a small bag, and send a pitcher of ale with glasses. We’ll serve ourselves.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The man handed her a tobacco pouch, he received a silver coin from her, and left. We were barely on a cushion surrounding a hookah when a woman came in with a tray with a pitcher of ale and glasses. The woman received two small coins from Sondra. The woman closed the door on the way out.

The three of us exchanged brief background stories. Sondra is an only child. She had a brother who was killed in a duel. Bob had killed the man that killed his son. We told her I was a well-healed businessman in the tobacco trade and Paloma was my aide and girlfriend.

We puffed the pipe a few times. The pot is weak by modern American standards. I had been introduced to it a few years ago. The Exo’s allowed me to observe other boys behavior. I was glad I had Exo’s. They were too uninhibited for me. I never did that again.

After we smoked a while, I said, “How would you ladies like a relaxing soak in a big tub of warm water?”

I sent, “Ox, make the bathroom door visible for Sondra’s visit.”

We left for home and went up the side steps to enter my apartment. Paloma took Sondra by the hand they went in to start the bath. Paloma added bubble bath and a scented salt. I came in with boxers on and got in. I took the boxers off under the water.

Sondra was sitting across Paloma’s lap, and they were whispering to each other. Sondra evidently played for both sides. A definite no-no in this place and time. Sondra’s hands fluttered on Paloma’s jugs. My God, that’s exciting to watch.

Sondra was a little higher than the bubbles, so her little boobs were in view. I would say she is almost elfin-like. Her breasts are quite modest sized. They are small cone-shaped boobs that are mounted out towards her sides. They have a little bit of plumpness to them. Her areolas are dime-shaped and light tan. Her nipples are minuscule.

Sondra is several inches shorter than five feet tall. She may weigh may weigh 85 pounds soaking wet. She has all the girl parts though. She’s older than me, but does not look it, She looks rather immature. Her loveliness and manner is very enrapturing.

I sent, “Ox, what about Sondra’s mother?”

He sent a nude image of a middle-aged woman, “A tiny woman herself, Sondra is her only child. Sondra’s brother was from Bob’s previous woman.”

He sent me a nude image of Sondra’s mother standing in her bedroom. A lovely and tiny woman.

Sondra has long, medium-brown hair. It’s not mousy and has a lot of ed and black highlights. She smiles readily, and her face lights up the world. Sondra is a naturally playful, fun-loving tiny girl. The world lets her do anything she wants, simply because of her infectious charm.

The three of us eventually retired to my bed. Sondra, the evil wench, had her way with me most of the night. Being a tiny fireball, she was tireless and took charge of both of us. She fucked me silly several times, all while entertaining Paloma too. In my case, it was close to a rape, but I was willing.

Sondra likes to be on top. Se likes to fuck with maximum effort. Being on top is natural for a tiny person like her.

I had to stop to recover often. In between sessions with her, she showered Paloma with girlish attention. At one point, I was doing Sondra from behind while the two women were doing a 69. I fell asleep sometime later from exhaustion.

I got up the next morning and did my first workout in days. The women slept through it. When did they stop?

I sent, “Ox. If I am rolling in Heillizdt bucks, what is the chance of getting a gym or small Japanese-style dojo? Doing crunches and push-ups on a hard wood floor is a bitch. I need something much better.”

He sent, “Leave that to me. I know just the place to put it. Gigziks and I will design and build it for you. Your women can make use of it, too. We will ‘time’ some workers back to build it for you.”

“Did I get the airship?”

He sent, “We did not forget the ship. Your new eight seat suborbital ship is awaiting you for your next flight. It’s currently parked above your roof. It is station keeping up there.”

Ox added, “We also built a porch on your roof while we were at it. We know you have wanted to smoke your pipe but did not want to stink the apartment up. We have seen you play with your pipe and sometimes smell the tobacco Rebecca gave you.”

He said, “Up there, you can look down on the street. They will not be able to see you up there. Its visually and audibly masked. It’s at the two-story rooftop level, that’s so passing cargo wagons won’t be able to run into the decking.”

I said, “You’re saying I could walk out there buck ass naked to enjoy a smoke, and nobody will be the wiser.”

“Yes, that’s completely true.”

I got my pipe, lighter, and tobacco pouch. I walked toward the bathroom so Ox could portal me direct to the roof-side porch. Kinky. I feel the breeze on my nude body.

I packed my pipe and lit it as I sat in one of the semi-visible Adirondack chairs. I had a partial view of the river. Its broken up only by a few buildings between my place and the river itself.

I said, “Have you made any decisions on the sailboat?”

Ox said, “Some. We decided the ultimate answer was yes. However, we are having design problems. Deciding yes was not the hard part. We quickly decided that a catamaran was not appropriate for this area - at all.”

“Your dad’s sailing ships are very different. The big one on Earth 0’ is meant to stay stealthy. So it is all modern inside with no sail plan, no masts, etc.

Ox continued, “Nauti Buoy, his big HH boat on Earth 23, is not normally in stealth. It has a regular sloop rig sail plan on its cat hulls. That’s somewhat normal for Earth 23. It was converted to all-electric and can get underway without any wind. That’s pretty normal for Earth 23.”

“Your sailboat needs to have a steam engine, even if it’s a fake one. That way, you can get underway when there is no wind. We considered two steam engines as a bit much. That, and because we needed to have an easily folded mast and rigging, we decided it should be a modified trimaran. That adds more hull support structure.”