Chapter 23: Dance Night

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

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

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

I shifted my sporran comfortably off to my side. I had Paloma’s right hand, and I took her left hip firmly with my right hand. I used her left hip and her right hand to steer her around. She was soon swaying to the song as I pulled her closer.

A few more couples got up to dance. Paloma zeroed in on my firm member. She was sliding around on me with a happy smile. She is tall enough that we are bumping our “uglies.”

I glanced down and saw Sondra looking straight up at us. I knew she could see right up my kilt and especially Paloma’s short skirt. Sondra smiled. I mouthed her an air kiss.

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

We danced, and 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. I got a whiskey and water for me.

The downstairs had its own bar. I took the drinks back, and the two of us sipped and looked around at the other people nearby.

They had started to pair up into groups and paired 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 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 communicating. She’s letting the other women know she’s off the market and that she does not want another man intruding. I think you are possibly the only man she will ever trust. That’s for obvious reasons.”

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 rapes 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 said, “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 want to talk with you. I know of 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 over and up 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 said, “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 two. Exos will keep you from feeling any of 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; she received a silver coin from him and left. We were barely on a cushion surrounding a hookah when a woman came in. She carried 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-heeled businessman in the tobacco trade, and Paloma was my assistant 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 Exos allowed me to observe the behavior of other boys. I was glad I had Exos. The other guys got too uninhibited for me. I never did that again. I didn’t like the company or the experience.

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

I said, “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 a bubble bath liquid 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 larger jugs. My God, that’s exciting to watch.

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

Sondra is several inches shorter than five feet tall. She may weigh 85 pounds, even soaking wet. She has all the girl parts, though. She’s older than me but doesn’t look it. She looks much younger. Her loveliness and manner are very enrapturing.

I said, “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 red and black highlights. She smiles readily, and her face lights up the world. Sondra is a naturally playful and fun-loving little girl. The world lets her do anything she wants. They do that simply because of her infectious charm and her powerful father.

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 Paloma and I. Sondra fucked me silly several times, all while entertaining Paloma too. In my case, it was close to rape, but I was willing to let her do it to me.

Sondra likes to be on top. She likes to fuck with maximum effort. Being on top is natural for someone of her small stature.

I had to stop to recover often. In between sessions with her, she showered Paloma with girlish attention. At one point, I was screwing Sondra from behind while the two women were engaged in a 69. Paloma occasionally licked my nuts, tickling them. I eventually 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 said, “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 hardwood floor is a bitch. I need something much better.”

He said, “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 said, “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 in station-keeping mode 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 you 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. It’s visually and audibly masked. It’s at the two-story rooftop level, so passing cargo wagons won’t be able to run into the invisible 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. There are also invisible chairs and lounges. You will see them. There are also a couple side tables in case you want to eat up there or something.”

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 naked body.

I packed my pipe and lit it as I sat in one of the visible Adirondack chairs. I had a partial view of the river. It’s 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 experiencing 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. It’s all modern inside, with no sail plan, no masts, and so on.

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 to be a bit excessive. That, and because we needed to have a folded mast and rigging, we decided it should be a modified trimaran. That adds more hull support structure.”

I said, “Holy shit. Are there any around” Trimarans, that is?”

Ox answered, “A few, they do exist. The Polynesians invented them. The Chinese have copied, redesigned, and up-sized them. Often, they added outrigger hulls for extra stability and safety. The original idea is taken directly from an oceangoing Chinese lugsail rig. These are called Junk’s.”