I awoke with a raging hard-on and I quickly got out of bed. I hadnât told Kelly a specific time and I wasnât really sure when she might show. Before I had fallen asleep I had decided that I was going to run down to the local sex shop and get some things for my little nieceâs visit. I hurriedly threw on a t-shirt and a faded pair of jeans and my sandals and drove to Melanieâs Sex Parlor. It was open 24 hours a day so I knew it would be open at 6:24 am. Melanie is actually a 350 pound perverted gorilla of a man named Max. Max stands maybe 5â10 and has to turn sideways to fit through doorways and to get behind the counter. He is almost always interviewing new ladies to work behind his counter. He confided in me that the type of woman who will work in a place like his is oversexed and it makes for some really hot interview sessions.
The ladies who putout during their interview have no better chance for getting a job then the ones who donât, because he still hires the ones most qualified. He just keeps the help wanted sign up to see what new tramp will show up. He has had quite a few awesome looking ladies working behind his counters and I will from time to time ask him how this one or that interviewed. He has so many incredible stories to tell about his hiring sessions that I told him to write a book. He laughed and said, âNo one would believe him, plus some would probably come back and sue him.â He told me he has had a young married woman interview 4 times in the last 9 months and that each session has gotten even nastier then the one before it.
A very tall slender brunette was working this morning and I said âhelloâ and asked if Max was in. She looked to be barely over 18 and I looked over the counter to see if she wasnât wearing high heels. She wasnât. She smiled and said sheâd check. She had a terrific smile and as she disappeared into the other room, I checked out her ass. It was very fit and I guessed, âVolleyball or Basketball.â I made a mental note to ask âthe Gorillaâ how her interview session went. She returned from the backroom and asked, âWhoâs asking?â In the background, I could hear Max grousing and moving around. It sounded like a bull in a china shop with a hot foot.
I told her to tell him it was the FBI and she got a real serious look and went back quickly and I could hear Max stop dead in his tracks. The quiet was followed by some agitated whispers that grew louder and more acerbated as they made their way to the counter. The last thing I heard was, âDid he show you his badge?â The seriousness ended when Max peeked around the doorframe and saw me.
âAw, fuck me,â Max said, and slapped the cute brunette on the ass. He struggled to get around her, nearly knocking her over in the process and she laughed as she grabbed the counter to keep herself upright. He extended his hand and said, âThis guy ainât no FBI agent.â
After some small talk and a few jabs at each otherâs manhood. We excused ourselves from the brunette and walked outside behind the parlor. The brunette flashed me a pretty smile and said something about me âscaring the hell out of herâ. I told her I would have to make it up to her.
Max told me the brunetteâs name was âTaraâ and that she was 18 just sixteen days ago. âBut whoâs counting?â he laughed. She is a student and volleyball player at the college 30 minutes up the road. She is from back east, âKentucky or Pennsylvaniaâ. Max said, âshe was real fuzzy about itâ and that her interview session ranks right up there with the best of them. Told me under his breath that he was now into taping the sessions and heâd show them to me but now wasnât exactly a good time.
I told him, I thought she was one of the two or three best hires he has had. He knew from my suggestion that I was interested in her, who wouldnât be. âSo you want some of that, huh?â he chided me. We laughed and he said that maybe something could be arranged. He asked me why I had stopped by and I told him I needed a few things. We discussed them and he laughed and asked if I wanted him to brown bag them for me so the brunette wouldnât have to ring them up. I said I didnât care and that she could see what I was buying and he laughed and told me sheâd probably follow me home then. I joked that I definitely didnât want the brown bag then.
He smiled and asked who the items were for and I just said it was someone new. He kidded me that I had a real hot one on the line. If only he knew, I thought to myself. He joked that maybe I could hook him up with my ânew hot oneâ in exchange for Tara. I smiled and then laughed as I saw a mention image of petite little Kelly being bounced like a rag doll by Max.
âYou never know,â I told him and we went back inside to get the things. Tara was very interested as Max found the items and put them in a bag. She watched intently as Max rang up the items and helped out by removing tags and bagging each item. I got a little red in the face when she stopped and looked more closely at a couple of the items.
âIâm giving you the gentlemanâs discount,â Max kidded and looked at Tara and said, âHe ainât no FBI agent and he certainly ainât no gentleman.â Tara just smiled, said âohh,â and looked me up and down. I knew then that I wanted to see Maxâs tape of Tara and more importantly; I wanted to check her out myself. Max rang up everything and we said our goodbyes as we tore into each other a couple of times before I walked out the door.
It was now 8:03 in the morning and I wondered how much of an early riser Kelly was. I figured she would be coming over around 11:00 because Teri and her probably stayed out late.
As I made my way from my pickup truck to the house, I was surprised to find Mrs. Magillicutty, my landlord out in the front yard. She was dressed really nice for the yard work she was pretending to do. I thought of telling her that sheâd make an awful poker player but didnât.
Mrs. Magillicuttyâs husband died when he fell off scaffolding when he was inspected one of his crewâs jobs on a high rise in Albuquerque. His company, Trenton Quality Construction, is one of the leading high-rise construction companies in the southwestern United States. Mrs. Magillicuttyâs brother-in-law runs it now. If you ask Mrs. Magilicutty, the brother-in-law probably had her husband pushed. Seems they had a real Cain and Abel relationship. Anyway, the widow is loaded and owns pretty much everything on the west side of town. Well half of it anyway as the brother-in-law owns it, too.
âBeen out shopping this morning?â she said as she eyed me up and down, then looked at my brown paper bag. She smiled brightly and I smiled back. I wasnât that I didnât want to talk to her it was that I didnât want to talk to her right then, especially not with the bag in my hand.
âYeah, just some much needed groceries,â I said matter-of-factly and told her she looked nice, changing the subject. I rolled the top of the brown paper bag in my hands so she couldnât see inside.
Mo, short for Maureen, stood in the walkway to my apartment wearing a tight white tennis blouse and extremely snug white spandex shorts. Her tan legs still were in great condition for being 48 and her painted toe nails poked out of heeled sandals. Mo, is easily a double D if not bigger. She was braless and her nipples were large and poking hard against her blouse. Her shorts were the camel toe, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination type.
Her hair was done up in a pigtail and she had her face made up nice but definitely not for gardening. She slowly took off her gardening gloves as she slowly stepped aside.
âYouâve been quite the ladiesâ man, of late,â Mo said. Her smile was suggestive and I could tell she wanted to know more and she was giving every indication she was interested in knowing what I had to offer.