Title: Just A Gigolo [probably NSFW]


...At that moment in the universe, I reached centrality. At that moment, I stood in the silence except for the sizzling, clanking sound of hot metal. The odor of gasoline and burnt motor oil rose into the night and drifted across the drunk and the dreary, who arrived like me, from across the highway. That is the moment that if you recognize it as I did, is the moment that, what was once muddy, becomes clear...This was the moment I leapt across the chasm from boy to young man.
Just a gigolo
everywhere I go
people know the part
I'm playing

Paid for every dance
selling each romance
every night some heart
betraying

The 007 Club was quite a cheesy bar, even if it was called a "club". The proprietor catered to the hardest working, yet trashiest people I knew. It catered to "roughnecks", the oil and gas field workers. The club was rough in many ways. More than once there were fights in the parking lot. Sometimes, it would be two women scratching and clawing each other's clothes off. The fights were the band's entertainment.

The roughnecks worked 12 hour shifts and came straight to the club when they finished a shift. I learned snooker sharking, staying out of fights and the club is where I got laid for the first time.

Someone had the greasy idea that you could take an old WW II Army Air Corps barracks and turn it into what most people would call a roadhouse on the edge of town, 20 yards from Highway 54. It was packed every night with dancing, drinking, snooker games and gambling. No place for a sixteen year old boy.

At sixteen, I was a moron at best. What I did know, was how to play the piano. This talent alone, though not great, got me into places most kids my age should never experience. Maybe that was good? The 007 Club was the stage for me to see a different world. The world I'd known before changed forever, as it does for most of us at some point.

It should be no surprise then that I wanted to taste that life. I was in too deep to back out now. The first taste was the first time. The first time is an event I will never forget.

There would be times when the club was a caricature. Double bourbons and a little pot would take care of that and this Marie made sure of it.

"Just play 'In The Midnight Hour' or 'Mustang Sally' for me...just any Wilson Pickett. I don't care." she would chuckle at me.

"Oh God..." I muttered weak-kneed.

As I would grin, the band would break into the song. I watched her cute ass and lovely legs carry herself back to the bar for our drinks. I would act as cool and hip as I could. Oh...I know now I didn't fool her. Marie was too sexy, at a time when I didn't have a clue to what sexy was. Hormones do that. This is why wars are fought with young men...they are dangerous and they can risk it all. I was too willing to risk it all.

During our breaks in between sets, Marie would sit with me in a dark and dank booth in a corner of the club. Bringing a double bourbon to me, she would sit across from me and light up a joint or cigarette for her and I to share. Tonight she kicked off her shoes and rubbed my legs with her soft, painted toes. She giggled as I jerked somewhat startled, not knowing at first what it was.

"Hey you! hey, don'tcha want some?" she said passing the joint in my direction. I felt her rubbing me now through my Levi's.

Jerked back from my random thoughts, I took a drag on the doobie she held between her long fingers. As she stroked my face, she pulled the joint away and took another hit herself, inserting the joint between her lips. I watched motionless as Marie's delicate, long fingers from her other hand, appeared to be in slow motion while she pulled them away from me. Marie rested them so gently on her smile.

I imagined that her delicate elegance flowed down to her toes that were rubbing my legs. Marie did this in a playful way, as if she were a little girl squishing mud between her toes.

The odor of this place, that of stale beer, urine and cigarette smoke soon faded away to her smell that came across the table towards me...luring me. The clacking sound of snooker balls as they fell in the pockets faded with each word she spoke to me; it focused my desire. Her painted toes were now stroking me between my legs. I had no idea what she was saying to me...but her lips were moving and saying luscious words.

"After your next break babe, before you leave for the night, I need to show you somethin' in my car. I can't seem to start it up. Will you help me?" she asked.

During the last set, I was unable to concentrate on playing...my racing mind. The darkness, the smell of staleness, human sweat, and cigarettes all mix into the essense of humanity as she approached the stage. Would this be the time I could finally steal the kiss from her? I only imagined doing so every night in my bed, as I tried to sleep. I made the decision to do so this night.

Marie led me outside and we both approached her car with me behind her. I watched every step while she swung her cute, cherry ass in her alluring way. Her femininity, her female energy, surrounded her like mist. I watched every detail, every movement of her delicate arms. We approached her car in the dark corner of the red dirt parking lot. As she reached for the glistening chrome handle on the backdoor of her Buick Electra, I began a nervous sweat in the humid, midnight, summer air.

Marie, then slid across the back seat on all fours, wiggling her heart-shaped butt, to entice me...

"Get in here suga' and close the door behind ya." she told me in that Southern feminine whisper.

I climbed in and shut the door. Slowly and with deliberate cause, she raised her light cotton dress above her waist, luring me to her secrets that lay within.

"Pull 'em off hon'..." she gently demanded.

Her soft, wet voice pounded through my mind with a certainty that I was wishing for all these weeks.

I slid her cotton-laced panties down to her knees and enjoying every moment doing so. Marie rolled over and peeled them off the rest of the way. What should I do next? I had no idea except my desires. I began kissing the creamy skin inside her thigh as her scent filled every pore in me. I drenched myself with her scent. Then kissing her all the way to her neck, I tasted the salty sweetness of her skin. But it was not until I kissed and licked her ear that her scent from below was also there and overwhelmed me with excitement.

"There sweetheart...now, go here." she said as she eased my head down over her breasts, nipples and tummy, with both of her hands, easing me downward.

Marie guided me down to her swollen lips where I unashamedly went. Her femininity made me come alive. I was now in her dream world...and mine. I met her brief thrust and kissed her as my tongue explored her wetness before me. Then as I began touching her skin with my fingers, her whispered sighs became more frequent and her long fingers ran through my hair grasping and pulling me ever closer...until at some point her sighs died away. Her scent covered me with her completeness.

My fascination with her intense sensuous energy grew. Her gentleness as she wrapped her legs around my neck at once thrilled me. She pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed.

And after those summer nights with her, I lay in bed filled with a newness of rich experience that she had given me. Yet, at the end of summer, it was over forever.

"I am 10 years older than you, you silly boy" she told me grinning.

"I don' care." I pleaded though not desparate, not really knowing what I was saying or how to say anything at all.

"We both must go on with things. You're too young hon'...too sweet." she said to me and winked.

Marie had a new boyfriend and I was back to dating my high school sweetheart. I didn't see her for weeks; not until one night, when I tried to win her back, but I knew it was not to be.

...And now the grinding carnage and chaos lay around me. The wreckage of metal and glass was strewn around those of us who had gathered. She had backed her car out of the parking lot onto the highway, without turning on her lights. I tried not to think about the split second of terror that must have enveloped her, as the oncoming joyriders hit her head on, at a speed too great for me to imagine.

I knew from that twisted moment, that existence can flit away like a moth. The mangled mesh of metal, tires and her body transformed forever this moment. I wanted to leave my body to be with hers. Someone before me, had taken her from the wreckage and laid her to the side of the road. I watched as her blood flowed and puddled on the asphalt.

As I stood there gazing at the twisted, unrecognizable flesh, I realized that my heart was bruised but not damaged. She was forever taken from me. I learned that night the bitter sweetness and sadness of life, yet to come.

There will come a day
youth will pass away
then what will they say
about me.

When the end comes I know
they'll say just a gigolo
as life goes on
without me.

Just A Gigolo / I Ain't Got Nobody - 1931 Ted Lewis