Country Boy in the City
Copyright© 2021 by Mushroom
Chapter 41
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 41 - This picks up almost a decade after "Country Boy, City Girl" ends. George Culver has decided that he has had enough of the hypocrites and prigs in Idaho, and moves to Los Angeles to attend college. Away from his older brother who he has problems with, determined to become his own man in his own way. And not a carbon copy as many expect him to become. Note: Story codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Rape Teen Siren Lesbian Heterosexual GameLit Historical School Cheating Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Smoking Geeks Porn Theatre Prostitution Slow
The next morning I took a shower, and got into my blue slacks and shirt. After a fast breakfast I headed on over to the airport. I grabbed my flight case and headed into the terminal. When I got to the pilot’s lounge I saw Pete and Mandy sitting with an older gentleman. I went up and I saw both of them smile at me and I was introduced to Jerry.
We talked for about five minutes, and he asked to see my log book. I opened my case and pulled it out, handing it to him and he nodded. As he opened it and started to read through it, Mandy went and got me a cup and poured us all more coffee. After about ten minutes, he looked up at me and smiled.
“OK, your brother already briefed me that you had been flying charter for almost a year. So that is what you flew, an Antonov crop duster?” I confirmed him that indeed was what I flew, and when he looked at me I said I was primarily using it to haul freight.
“The guy that owned it had a chain of liquor stores in LA. I would go down there with videotapes and newspapers, and pick up alcohol then fly back to Los Angeles. Then after a few months of doing that, he switched me to hauling cargo to Northern California. This time it was cigarettes, I would bring them up to Napa, then normally I flew empty back to LA.”
And when he wondered about why that plane, I said it was because the guy that owned it was Russian, and he got it from a friend who had flown for the Russian Air Force. At that point Pete interrupted, and said the guy was from Ukraine, and the other flew for the Red Air Force. I had to admit that was true, although I did not really see the difference to be honest.
“Well, I actually am familiar with the Colt in a way. When I was in Vietnam, the North Vietnamese would use it for observation and medivac. I saw more than a few during my time there, but they always had the red cross emblem on them so I just let them be. So he got that because it was built where he was from?”
“Nope, he actually got it because it was a single engine and could haul a lot of freight. I think the fact it came from Ukraine was much less important than I could haul over a ton of cargo. Or over a dozen passengers. I did fly people a few times, but other than once or twice it was always cargo.”
He brought up the other planes I had flown, and said I already had over a dozen hours in the Commander. We talked for about twenty minutes, then Pete and Mandy said goodbye and headed out. Jerry told me to grab my stuff, and we headed out to the tarmac.
Once there we stopped and I looked at the plane. I asked him what it was, and he said it was a Piper Seminole. “Basically it’s a variant of the Cherokee, but twin engine. This is the PA-44-180, one of the first production runs.” He pulled out the manual and checklist and handed them to me, so I knew what he wanted. I spent about an hour giving it a preflight check, making sure I hit every item on the checklist. And when I was done he smiled at me and nodded, and had us climb inside.
He went over the controls, and I noticed it was rather sparse and none of the avionics were modern. There were more gauges than the Colt, but less than the other twin engine planes I had been in. He ran through the start-up procedure three times, then told me to start her up. I carefully repeated what he did, and when he nodded he told me to do it again for real.
Once the engines were in the green, he hopped out and removed the chocks, then called the tower for clearance. And ten minutes later he had us airborne. He started asking me questions pretty much out of the two course books that Mandy had given me. And between questions he had me manipulate the controls, bringing the plane to a different altitude or heading, or adjusting the speed up or down. And after two hours he directed me to return to the airport and contact the tower to request a landing. We spent about ten minutes in a holding pattern as another aircraft took off and another landed before it was our turn.
He told me to watch him closely so I released the controls and watched. Seeing how he manipulated the engines as he brought her down, then landed. And all in all, it was really no different than how I would do it with one engine. But moving to where he parked the plane I did see that he manipulated them a bit to assist in the turns. Revving up the engine on one side and down on the other so the plane turned faster.
Once we were in place he had me follow him through the shut-down procedure, then secure the plane and conduct the post-flight inspection. We then walked to the tower and after a bathroom break we had coffee and sat in the lounge.
“George, you actually did really well there. I wanted to get a feel for what you know and what your hand was like on the stick. And you did pretty good, all those hours you have show. And you also really studied the books, that’s also good. So we are going to be concentrating now on putting it all together instead of going through the absolute basics. Tomorrow we are going to do this again, see you again at nine.”
I shook his hand and headed on home. I took a shower, then decided to go ahead and get dressed for the evening. I put on my jeans, and a pearl button western shirt. Then in the top of my closet I pulled out my Stetson. And my boots were a little worn and stiff, but at least they still fit.
And as I was hungry, I decided to head over to the snack bar and try and have lunch with Grace again. However, I was a bit surprised when I got there that she gave me this cold look, and asked me what I wanted. I smiled at her and said a soda and hot dog, and she just nodded and turned her back to me. And a minute later placed the can and food in front of me and said it would be two dollars.
I looked at her, as this was the first time I had ever been asked to pay there. It was pretty much a standing rule that family and employees did not pay, and when Grace repeated the price I simply pulled the money out of my pocket and handed it to her. I asked her what time she was taking her lunch, and she ignored me and asked the two kids behind me what they wanted.
I sat down to eat, wondering what in the hell was eating her. Was she on the rag or something? She wanted me to take her out skating the night before, and I did just that. Why in the hell was she suddenly pissed at me?
I ate the hot dog, then went ahead and headed over to the ghost town. They were already starting to get the area ready, as the facade and building for the mortician was actually where the kitchen was hidden. I asked the gal in charge, and she said that they had sold 22 tickets, and were preparing for at least 35 people.
She went ahead and gave me a key to the AV room, and I went up to take a look. I smiled when I went inside, as I could see they had upgraded it a bit more since the last time I worked here. Although there was now a computer in the room, and I glanced through the playlist. I saw that there were seven of them, which was an improvement over the last time when it was done from one of several videotapes.
I also looked through the media directory, and saw it was the usual cowboy songs from the likes of Tex Ritter, Roy Rogers, and the like. Once again, largely the same as the CDs I had used in the past. I looked around, and smiled when I realized that the mixer board which had always seemed so complex in the past was actually almost like the one I now owned.
I went back through the playlist, and saw that the planned main feature was The Battle at Elderbush Gulch. Not a bad one, but not one of the better ones either. I found the folder with all of the movies, and smiled when I saw one of them was The Ghost of the Canyon. I looked around, but did not see any headphones inside.
I went ahead and locked everything up and walked home, as I was planning on making a change to the playlist. Now that I was familiar with mixer boards, I decided to play the ghost movie, and when I introduced it add some reverb to my voice. And I smiled as I realized I could even replace the audio with my own playing.
I went to my room and grabbed my keyboard, stand, and headphones. I then went to my mom’s study and looked through her music books. I saw one several that looked just right, including one of Debussy, and another of Greig. I went ahead and went to my room and fired up my laptop, where I also printed off several by Wagner.
I went ahead and loaded them in Scout, then headed back to the Ghost Town. I hauled them all up to the control booth and set them up. I patched my synth into the mixer, and with the headphones on started playing with them. I spoke into the microphone as I adjusted the reverb just as I wanted, then turned it off. I then started playing with the music I had selected.
For much I was playing riffs of Joplin, then for dramatic parts switched to Greig. For the lighthearted ones I played Debussey. And at the end where the train was about to run over the girl tied to the railroad tracks I selected Ride of the Valkyries. I played through them twice, as it was only a 25 minute movie and I had plenty of time to play around.
I also read through the script, which was also on the computer. I saw it would open with music, then at six they would serve the food. Fifteen minutes later Hank would come out and do some rope tricks, and I saw this time the cowboy show was a bit different.
The bank robbery had been revised, and I saw that Black Bart was now Slim Jim. The narration seemed to cover about ten minutes, and now ended with Slim being lassoed by Hank as he tried to ride away with Sue as a hostage instead of being shot by the Sheriff which is what the old script had been.
Then a twenty minute break, and I would start the movies. An old newsreel of Tom Mix and other movie cowboys, a cartoon, then the feature. All in all not bad, and I should be done by nine. I went ahead and locked up, then went back to the kitchen to get some things for myself. They laughed when I dug into the fridge and grabbed a 6-pack of sodas, and a bag of chips. I was taking those up to the control booth when I saw Cliff.
I went over and said I was planning on changing the main feature, and he said that as long as it was not the one that was scheduled the night before or the next night that was fine. When I told him the movie, he smiled and said that was not even in the current rotation so that was fine.
“Oh, and a change I was just told. When Slim kidnaps the girl, replace Sue with Golden Sage.”
I snorted and looked at him, “Golden Sage? Really?”
“Yeah, today is Nancy’s day off, so somebody else is taking her place.”
“OK, and she’s Shoshone, right?” He nodded and said that she was, and I smiled. “OK, forget that Golden Sage nonsense. I’m gonna call her Kimama, that means ‘Butterfly’.” He laughed, and said that was an even better choice. He looked at what I had in my hand, and he laughed and told me to go ahead and get ready.
“In another fifteen minutes we’re going to start letting people in, so start the music about then.” I told him I would, and put my drinks and snacks in the booth. Then going back I grabbed a hot dog and made myself a double cheeseburger before returning.
Thankfully the music was already in a playlist, so I just had it start playing as I ate. I opened the three windows which had shutters fixed to the outside so I could look out, and it looked like a decent crowd for the middle of the week. And I set an alarm to remind me when it was time to announce the chuck wagon was serving dinner.
Of course they did not cook out of it, but they did serve out of it. And I knew the smoke from the wood stove inside was really from a slow burning smoke bomb and not an actual fire. But for the city folks it would seem like their dinner had really been cooked there.
And after they had started eating, I saw Hank wave up to me. I waved back, and started the introduction to his roping exhibition. He spent about ten minutes spinning his lasso, even looping it over some posts that were placed in the area. And at one point getting a volunteer from the audience to allow herself to be lassoed.
And then there was gunfire from across the way. There were three shots, then a woman screamed and two more. I continued with the spiel, saying that somebody was robbing the bank! And right on cue, I saw Slim Jim come out of the bank with his arm around a girl.
She was too far away to see clearly, but I saw her hair was in a long black braid down her back. And while it was likely not authentic, her dress seemed to be actually made of deer skin and had a turquoise band on the top running from neck to just above her breasts on front and back. With some symbols embroidered into it. Of course I knew this was likely a costume and it was done in cloth, where a real one would have been done in beads.
He had a shootout with several of the “townsfolk”, shooting at least three of them that had been on the rooftops, and it was actually quite entertaining. Then when I saw Hank I narrated how he was sneaking up behind Slim Jim, and from ten feet away he lassoed him! Even I thought it was exciting, as he pulled hard and Slim fell to the ground.
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