Chapter 7: Night At The Casino

Lunch was simple, a family diner on the water, tables with a good view of a small harbor. They both went for a burger and fries, though Mel downed his with a beer while Tracy stuck with a hot tea to ward off the ocean’s chill. Mel was happy to relax in the middle of a rambling conversation, talking about nothing, shying away from all of the serious and X-rated stories that had made up much of their ride in from the valley. He discussed his favorite bands, most from decades past, possibly what his mother had listened to while he was still a toddler. Tracy laughed at his music choices, at his love of blockbuster movies and stupid sitcoms on television, saying that most of what she watched and listened to could be streamed through her phone.

Mel did impress Tracy with one musical choice. Out of the restaurant and back on the road, she found a handful of CDs in the glove compartment. She scowled at them, but Mel told her to try the one by the group The Clash. She couldn’t understand why she should listen to something called London Calling, but once in and blasting out through Mel’s mediocre speakers, she was floored, listening to the entire disc twice. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard that” said Mel, the two of them rocking to the beat of early punk as he maneuvered the truck through the coastal turns. Seems that he wasn’t so old and square after all.

The coast was beautiful, the scenery better than any postcard, and the time went slow and easy as the miles passed below the wheels of the truck. They hit a couple more beaches, one of them taking more than a half hour just to walk the length of. With Tracy in hand, Mel thought it a magical time and he was actually sad to finally pull up to the casino in the late afternoon.

They were still full from lunch and the various snacks Mel had packed into the truck and neither were interested in hitting the slots, so they took their time hanging out in their room and relaxing from their long drive. In other words, Mel stripped Tracy of everything she had on and ravished her with a long and tender session of lovemaking. Tracy complained at first, telling him that they didn’t have to have sex all the time, not every day, but she seemed happy to be in his arms and really did enjoy the many ways he tried to show how much he loved her. This is when Tracy realized how much they both enjoyed Mel going down on her. She had long known the joys of tongue and twat, but when she brought up the issue of her tunnel still being lined with his cream from that very morning, he replied that he loved drinking her down too much to care.

Mel did what all men do, pushing a thumb up her hole as his face basked in the warmth of Tracy’s pussy, mesmerized by the sight of her labia and the deep glistening valley of pink flesh before him. As he played his tongue through the folds and creases of her slit, he became interested in Tracy’s clit. He was used to hard knobs, thin or thick and short or long bits of hard flesh, ready and waiting for a man to give it proper attention and make it’s owner happy. Tracy’s thick fleshy pussy hid her clit well, the glans and shaft being squashed, short and wide, a mass of flesh that just didn’t feel or look like the standard clit from his past explorations through a woman’s private parts. But when he pushed aside the hood and wrapped his lips around the area and gave it a tongue thrashing, Tracy moaned in pleasure and reached down to rub his head, like patting a dog for doing a good job.

Mel was happy, drinking Tracy’s never ending flow of juice, the trickle turning to a stream as she spasmed and screamed out at the orgasm that drenched Mel’s face. He could have stayed there for another hour, but Tracy again wanted him up with her, next to her rather than down between her legs. Mel jokingly asked “You know I could tongue and drink you down all day long. Why would you want me to stop?”

Tracy actually seemed embarrassed, a real rarity, but she answered back with a slight scowl, saying “It’s just weird to see your head down there between my legs, doing all that shit to me. It feels good, but here I am up here by myself. I like it, but it’s just kind of weird.”

“Would you prefer a 69?” joked Mel, crawling up Tracy’s side and shoving his blood engorged hard-on in her face.

Tracy recoiled, saying “To hell with that shit. Just lay down, would you?” And the rest of the hour was spent with the two of them tightly locked together, hips and lips as one. Tracy wound up on top at the end, grinding down at her own pace, a little shallow, feeling out Mel’s cock to her own best benefit. Mel didn’t mind, Tracy riding him to her own completion but then allowing him lock her down and buck up and fuck Tracy with abandon until his second explosion into her of the day.

The few moments of post-sex loving were as wonderful as ever, but made memorable to Mel when Tracy said she was going to give him a little show. “OK,” said Mel, in the dark and wondering what she was up to. That’s when Tracy pulled up, disengaging her cunt from it’s tight lock on Mel’s softening phallus and sitting up on her knees on either side of Mel’s chest, waving her cum edged labia just before his eyes. “Now watch,” said Tracy, and with a slight groan from Tracy Mel saw a sudden stream of white goo, all the sperm and other precious bodily fluids he had just delivered into her, come spurting out of Tracy’s cunt and down onto his chest. It wasn’t a drip or a dollop but a hard shot stream that spattered with drops flying up to his face. Tracy sighed, said “Now that’s what I call good muscle control” and ground her cunt and ass down into the thick pool of liquid that filled the forest of hair on his chest. “Wow,” murmured Mel, “that was so hot. I’m glad you didn’t do that on my face.” That made Tracy laugh, saying back “Yeah, but I bet Tina would love it. I’ll have to show it to her some time.”

That required a long use of the shower, and it wasn’t until early evening that they finally made it down for a small dinner and drinks and, of course, some dancing. For dinner they went out to a nearby town, choosing something with “Baja” in the name, Mel going for the fish tacos and Tracy sticking to a salad. They wandered the single main street for a short while, checking out the shops but without buying anything, just perusing and enjoying a new place to explore. This little outing was an eye opener for Mel, Tracy relaxing and opening up in small ways about personal things that he would normally have never known about. Nothing to really write of: Her preferred colors, clothing styles, love of boots, dismissal of extreme facial hardware, preference for cats over dogs and her dislike of dark and cramped spaces. Small things, but it led Mel to remember to take her out more, just to walk around and talk about all the mundane stuff, sure that with more outings he would get to know even more about the wonderful woman on his arm.

They finally made it back to the casino well after dark. Mel would have been happy to return to their room and cover Tracy’s naked body with his, but she was energized and ready for some dancing. Much to Mel’s displeasure the house band was pretty good, a mix of old-fashioned bluegrass with some revved up Latino beats, a fusion of sounds that got dancers up and moving across the floor.

Unfortunately, Mel was no dancer. He could fake his way through a rock song but he had never learned to dance in tandem with a partner. They were lucky to find a table and start off with a drink, a beer for Mel and some wine cooler for Tracy, sitting and enjoying the beat of the music. Tracy finally pulled Mel up for a dance, but as he shuffled and bobbed his way through the beat, Tracy danced and twirled and flowed with the rhythm, the two moving very differently to the same song. When the music ended Mel headed for their table, but on looking back he saw Tracy walk over to talk to a member of the band, and as another song began she returned to dancing, leaving Mel to sit alone and order another round.

Tracy did dance by him, did pull him up to yet again stumble back and forth to his own version of a rock beat, but he couldn’t hold Tracy back from the joy the music gave her. With her face flushed and eyes sparkling, she seemed beautiful, happy, free. Mel was happy for her, but as he returned to the table he inwardly cursed his lack of dance skills, more aware than ever that he was looking more like her father than her date on the dance floor.

Nursing his second beer to the point of it going flat, Tracy’s second glass of wine hardly touched, Mel was shocked to see Tracy being swung across the floor by a young man. Well, younger than Mel, older than Tracy, maybe in his mid-twenties. A slight goatee but no mustache, jeans and a vest and some very fancy looking cowboy boots, the man was tall and handsome and just the kind of competition Mel didn’t want just then. He was good, leading Tracy through some swing moves, sometimes in close with a hand on her ass, then through a dozen quick in and out moves that left Tracy breathless in laughter. Yeah, just the kind of shit Mel didn’t want to see. When the song ended Tracy followed her dancing partner to a table at the opposite end of the room, sitting and talking with a couple of other young men and a woman. Tracy looked his way, waved at Mel, but then was up and back on the dance floor with her new friend.

To be fair, Tracy did come back over and visit during a band break, drinking down her wine and somehow thinking that Mel wanted to know all about her new friends. She tugged Mel back to dance another tune but at the same moment his competition reappeared, and Tracy disappeared into the mass of bodies, dancing to a far different beat than Mel.

It wasn’t hard to keep an eye on Tracy. She was unique among all the dancers. Partly because she was shorter than most, and partly because there were no other obvious Asians in the crowd, but also because of her joy, her smile, and her beauty. She was dressed in a skirt that buttoned down the front, sort of long and down to her knees, but it flowed out as she turned, her thighs and ass occasionally open for all the room to see. Her top was a black thing that covered her braless and bouncing breasts, but it wasn’t really a full blouse, leaving her belly uncovered and bare. It seemed to wrap around her breasts then up to be tied around her neck, giving support, concealing while also accentuating. She had originally also worn a long light but open coat, but with the active dancing she had dropped it on her chair. She was beautiful and Mel yearned for her, but she seemed happy and he hesitated to step in and act like some sort of jealous lover or father figure.

Mel was slowly nursing his third beer, gone flat and warm, when Tracy returned with the woman from the table of guys in tow. Tracy sucked down the bits of ice from her old wine cooler, but then the new strange woman put two other drinks down on the table. Tracy said that her friends had bought them. One was a Tequila Sunrise and the other was some type of rum that Tracy knew Nick really liked. The woman smiled and threw out a “Hi.” She held up the Sunrise up for Tracy to drink, but yet another song started up and Tracy just put the drink down and went in search of another dance partner. A dance partner other than Mel. Damn.

Weirdly enough the woman stayed, sipping on a drink of her own, talking a bit with Mel, then finally raising her glass to Mel and saying “Skoal, bottom’s up,” pushing the glass of rum an inch toward Mel while downing her own drink. Mel felt compelled to follow, tasting and wincing but finishing off the remainder of the short glass of rum in one take. He focused on the remnants of the hard amber liquid on his tongue and tried to understand how Nick could prefer rum over a good malt whiskey. That’s when the still nameless woman got up and returned to her own table, Mel yet again left alone and spending most of his time trying to keep track of Tracy as she swirled across the crowded floor.

The band continued a succession of songs, never one being a slow song he could dance with Tracy. Mel eventually found he was unable to focus, was feeling hot and a little nauseous, his throat constricted and dry. He needed a drink, a cool drink, but the only liquid remaining on the table was the Tequila Sunrise. Mel hated the sickly sweet stuff but finished off half the glass, sucking in most of the ice, holding it in his mouth and relishing the feel of the cool icy liquid as it trickled down his throat. About then Tracy returned, breathless and flushed and obviously very happy, until she took a good look at Mel. “God Mel, what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down next to him, pulling Mel upright and holding him steady. Mel tried to answer, tried to focus on her face, but everything was blurry and he couldn’t control his limbs. And that was it for the night.

Mel finally gained consciousness, kneeling before the toilet but thankfully without vomit in his mouth. He knew the position, knew the taste of his own retch, but at the moment he seemed to just be resting, ready for a worst case scenario but yet to deliver anything into the bowl. His head hurt, his stomach was queasy, his body ached, and worst of all he had no idea of where he was. He found the energy to stand, felt out the light switch, and looked around outside the restroom, overjoyed to see that he was in his own room and with Tracy asleep on the bed. She was still dressed though absent her dancing shoes. Mel couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or not, so he just turned off the light and crawled back to the bed, wishing for a large bottle of aspirin and some water.

The morning was no better. If anything, everything was much worse. His headache remained, the light from the window blinding, his stomach was doing flips, and every other sentence coming from Tracy included the phrase “fucking drunk” or “fucking wasted.” And not in a good fun way, and always about him and his state of being. Seems that her friends had to carry him up to their room the previous night, Mel seemingly drinking way too much and passing out at their table. Tracy was disgusted, pissed off, tired of him, and of course ready to head home. Mel knew something wasn’t right but his head was in no state for measured and rational thought. He begged some aspirin from someone in the elevator, downing four tabs with some black coffee. All he could face for breakfast was hash browns, finding it difficult to even watch Tracy eat her eggs.

With hardly a word from Mel they loaded up the truck, but he found it difficult to move his feet in just the right way to avoid crashing into the other cars in the garage. Clutch, brake, and gas. Steering wheel and right and left. It was all too much to handle at the same time. He finally did get them out and onto the long road that led up from the highway, but he stalled the truck three times in doing so. No way in hell could Tracy have ever talked him out of the driver’s seat if he hadn’t known for certain that he had no business out on the open road. He was a DUI, an accident ready to happen, if only because his aching head just wouldn’t stop yelling at him. Tracy only knew the theory of stick, grinding the gears and with two stalls at the traffic light, making Mel cringe and wish for an early death. But out on the road, past town and cruising the coast, she did fine, his truck taking to the new driver as though she owned it.

It took a while, a long stretch of road and halfway to home before Mel could get all the pieces of the night out of Tracy. She was angry, felt abandoned, and most of all was ashamed for Mel. She was having a fun night with new friends, just dancing and enjoying the music when Mel literally fell sideways and almost onto the floor. A waitress came over to help, wondering if maybe he hadn’t had too many beers, but her new friends were right on it, helping Mel up and out of the room. They offered to carry Mel up to the room, and once there they hung out and kept her company. With Mel drooling on the bed, they talked and tried to commiserate with Tracy. They opened up the little fridge in the room, pouring her a glass of chilled wine, passing around some chips and doing their best to make Tracy feel better. For a short while they seemed really nice and good to have around.