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She was supposed to arrive at 8. At least that's what Mitchell told Brian.
Mitchell had an "in" with some of the guys at the Fillmore Hotel who often dealt with these ladies of ill repute and seventy-five beans was all it took. Actually, it was five for Mitchell, ten for his "in" (his bellhop brother) and sixty more for the chick. Any way you slice it, Brian was going to get it done. Tonight.
Understandably, he was nervous and made Mitchell stay until she arrived. Plus, if the 'lady' didn't show Brian would march Mitchell down to the Fillmore and get his money back.
Then the harsh knock. Brian immediately straightened his bow tie. "She's here..."
"You look like a dweeb with that Howdy Doody getup" Mitchell said.
"I wearing a tie. Nothing wrong with that. And besides, Howdy Doody doesn't wear a tie."
Mitchell held the doorknob. "There's a hooker in the hallway and you're debating a marionette's wardrobe?"
A harsher knock. "Hel-looooooooo. Is there a 'Brian' in there?"
Brian turned red. "Open that fucking door, Mitchell! The neighbors are gonna go apeshit and tell my folks. That's all we need."
Mitchell flung open the door and there she was.
"Well, aren't you cute?" she said rubbing her hand along Mitchell's belly as she strolled in.
"Thanks... " Mitchell said blushing.
Her eyebrows went up. "... But I didn't get paid for a gangbang."
Brian smiled nervously and asked her to come inside. "Oh no ... I'm leaving. You're here for Brian," Mitchell said waving his friend over, who, by now, was already in his boxers.
"He's a little overzealous..." Mitchell said, fishing for her name.
"Bubbles," she answered. "Bubbles McCoy."
"Excuse me, Bubbles?" Brian interjected holding a new Instamatic camera. "Can we take a picture?"
She smirked. "Sure, honeypie..."
"Mitchell, can you do the honors?" Brian asked handing over the camera.
Mitchell obliged as he whispered to himself, "What-in-the-fuck..."
As Mitchell prepped to get the snapshot, Bubbles said, "Wait a sec. This is all wrong..."
Stepping out of her skirt she muttered more to herself than the two boys, "Now ... That's a bit better. We match."
Brian tried to get a peak at her breasts but her white blouse was too bulky.
Mitchell squatted and looked into the camera. "Alright, say cheeeeeeeese."
Bubbles put her head on Brian's shoulder while he took in the smell of her hair. It reminded him of the cosmetics section at Bloomingdale's and after a few seconds, had to shift those boxers a bit.
Click. It was a keeper. "Well, I best be getting out of your hair," Mitchell said handing over the camera.
Bubbles smiled some more, took a swig of Brian's beer and said "Ah, what the hell, kid... Stick around. No need to rush off."
The two boys watched her saunter into the bedroom unsure of their next move.
"I'm waitttting...." was all they heard.
Music: The Supersonics - Guitar Boogie 1960. It can be downloaded HERE.