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The atmosphere was pungent and smoky and the softly turned jazz from the jukebox mingled like an aural incense.
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She cast her gaze over the dusky dance floor once more seeking the eyes of that one who would spend his evening entertaining her...the ones whose eyes caught and locked into hers. She knew they were there somewhere. They were always there. Not just one set of eyes but many. Lisa always chose the first to take the plunge on...The jazz and the bourbon had brought a rhythm to her loins...which were softly throbbing a little now.
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The room around her seemed a world in which she would live forever. She had no idea of the time and didn’t care. All around her were friends, all those couples lounging and lying in the big room, hardly speaking, fondling a little, and talking quietly.
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"Another bourbon, please, barkeep...," she laughed...smiling at her friend Renoir behind the bar. She tapped the tumbler twice on the counter feigning impatience. "Those eyes just haven't caught mine yet!"
Renoir, a bisexual cajun man from Louisiana, smiled back as he poured her drink. He wondered why she never saw the twinkle for her in his eyes...but she didn't seem to...or if she did, she did not acknowledge it. "Yes, ma-am...", he nodded with an exaggerated drawl. "Cummin' right up!" He made sure to emphasize the "cummin'" and "up" to give a little hint. Lisa didn't seem to notice as, once again, she did not seem to see that twinkle in his eyes for her.
Renoir, a bisexual cajun man from Louisiana, smiled back as he poured her drink. He wondered why she never saw the twinkle for her in his eyes...but she didn't seem to...or if she did, she did not acknowledge it. "Yes, ma-am...", he nodded with an exaggerated drawl. "Cummin' right up!" He made sure to emphasize the "cummin'" and "up" to give a little hint. Lisa didn't seem to notice as, once again, she did not seem to see that twinkle in his eyes for her.
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“Let’s have another drag," she breathed, moving her hand slowly toward the thin cigarette between his lips. Quietly inhaling, taking in a lot of air with the smoke. Now she felt tranquilly wonderful. “I needed to satisfy my oral fixation, want it back?" she winked. She felt a great liking for Renoir and a great intimacy with him, but she had her sights on Linda, the shy new waitress who just moved to town. She liked her innocence and the way walked. One hand on her tray full of drinks, the other swatting off the gentleman customers.
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Lisa noticed a certain quality in the way Renoir smiled at her joke...almost a disappointed nuance. She shrugged it off as just a passing curiousity and her thoughts returned to Linda.
Lisa had had many fantasies about other women in her life but never really seduced a woman before. Linda was on her mind a lot though and Lisa fantasized about making Linda's body hum. Lisa always wondered if other women liked the things she liked done to her squirming hot body when she was all turned on. She had a yearning now to find out and "There Is Something About Linda". That thought/movie title often played in her mind when she watched Linda work the crowd and it made her laugh. There IS something about Linda she daydreamed...
Suddenly, Lisa had an overwhelming urge to pinch and rub her own nipples...and so she began to rub them sitting at the bar as the strap of the pink halter top dropped down off her shoulder. Renoir almost fainted. Lisa had done this kind of thing before but rarely in such close proximity to him. He wanted her bad right that second.
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Renoir was going to have it tonight, he thought to himself. Lisa smiled back at him. Renoir jerked his head absently towards the door to the back office and then resumed his glazed concentration on her. “Lets go" Renoir whispered to her.
“All right" she said.
She arose quietly and she was suddenly aware of a floating unsteadiness in her limbs. Nobody took any notice of them and she was vaguely aware that one of her nipples was protruding from her dress. With an arm around her, steadying her, they left the room quietly. Inside the room the air was cooler, the thickness of the atmosphere cleared and for the first time she felt slightly dizzy and gave a giggle.
“What’s the matter?” Renoir grinned at her. “Nothing” – I felt a little dizzy that’s all”. He caught hold of her then and kissed her, pressing her hard against a wall so that she felt dizzy again as if she were sinking slowly though turns and turns of a spiral staircase. His hand cupped her buttocks, pushing her hips out from the wall against his hips. She put up her hands, caught his face, pushed her tongue into his mouth, and rubbed her lips against him, murmuring little sounds all the time.
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Meanwhile in the boneyard across the street a dirty cop stabbed a plunger of morphine into his gunshot-wounded leg. He had been working a hate crime case at the precinct when some wacko had drive-by shot up the place and he had got away without getting the mannacles slapped on.
Morris, the dirty cop, still rememered the shouts of "Officer down!"
Thirty minutes later, the maniac had blasted the building again, killing medical technicians and emergency workers.
But now Morris was on his trail.
the man had headed into the bar an hour ago. And according to Morris' information, the man's name was Renoir.
Speaking into his collar mike, Morris said, "I've got him. I'm moving in."
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Five minutes later, he walked in on Renoir and Lisa making love against the wall of the back office, the cigarette still hanging from Lisa's hand.
"Put your hands up, kapiche?" Morris yelled.
Morris, the dirty cop, still rememered the shouts of "Officer down!"
Thirty minutes later, the maniac had blasted the building again, killing medical technicians and emergency workers.
But now Morris was on his trail.
the man had headed into the bar an hour ago. And according to Morris' information, the man's name was Renoir.
Speaking into his collar mike, Morris said, "I've got him. I'm moving in."
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Five minutes later, he walked in on Renoir and Lisa making love against the wall of the back office, the cigarette still hanging from Lisa's hand.
"Put your hands up, kapiche?" Morris yelled.
