The tall one shook a cigarette from of a pack of Camels and went through the macho ritual of lighting it as a very good-looking girl sauntered towards them from the deeper recesses of the bar.
She was wearing a tight dress with a scoop top that seemed to be struggling to contain her breasts, which were bra-less.
Bruno was impressed with her body and as she was about to pass their table Bruno was stunned when the taller one rose up and greeted her by name.
"Ginger! Hey Ginger!" He called out.
It was evident she recognized him although Bruno thought he detected a slight grimace on her face, indicating the tall one was not a welcome sight.
"Oh, hello Charlton," she said softly, extending her hand in greeting.
Bruno had time to study her while Charlton was distracting her. He took in the shoulder-length, artfully tousled, dirty blonde hair, framing a face with high cheekbones. He took in a pair of luminous gray eyes and a perfect narrow nose. The only break in perfection was a slight over bite and pouty lower lip, but that only added to her appeal.
He decided her mouth was made for uninhibited love. His eyes wandered over the tight, short dress that accentuated her long, shapely legs, her lean waist and her high, full breasts.
Bruno was reeled back to reality when, rather than accepting her hand, Charlton reached towards her nipples and halting just short of contact, began braying in a falsetto voice.
"Come in Station TEAT, Do you read me? Come in Station TEAT."
Ginger froze, except for a crimson blush that must have started at her toes and now spread across her face. The short one was smiling as he took a swig of his beer. He'd seen this sophmoric performance before.
Charlton looked at Bruno, nodded in Ginger's direction and said, "We went to high school together," as if that explained his gross actions.
Standing abruptly and knocking over his beer in the process, Bruno flipped a french-fry at Charlton's chest and tersely replied, "I don't care where you know the lady from, you're out of line."
Moving in so close to Charlton, he could discern the many blackheads on his nose, Bruno warned him, "Knock it off or I'll make mush out of your fuckin' nose."
Shaken by the threat, Charlton backed away, lost his balance, and sat down on the corner of the table in the middle of a pool of spilled beer.
The short one found this funny enough that Bruno dismissed him as a potential second threat.
Still laughing, the short one said, "Come on Charlton, ole buddy, let's get the fuck outta here before he cleans your clock for you."
Charlton roughly pulled his arm away from his friend and glowered at Bruno. And the still bemused short one finished his beer, and put his arm around Charlton's shoulder while maneuvering him towards the exit.
"Hey, come on now, how many times I gotta tell you not to fuck wit the ladies?"
They left without another word and the rest of the bar crowd turned away resuming their interrupted conversations.
"I'm sorry I let him get that far," Bruno said, hating himself because she'd caught him staring at her breasts.
In all fairness to Bruno, as Ginger gasped first from fright and then from the chivalrous manner in which this stranger told that creep off, her lungs were taking in large amounts of air. Ginger seemed to take no offense at Bruno's staring.
Actually, Ginger was highly excited. She couldn't recall a guy standing up for her, ever. And this guy was a dreamboat, tall, dark and handsome.
Making up her mind in an instant, she took Bruno's right hand and shook it.
"Thank you. That was very nice of you." She purred, trying to recall how Marilyn Monroe would have done it.
She held his hand tightly and looking into his eyes, summoned up her most seductive smile, "Come on with me, I'm with some guy back there, but I'll tell him you're a high school classmate. He won't mind. Come on, join us."
"Okay," said Bruno, enjoying her touch and noticing that her hand was moist from perspiration.
They returned to her place in the back with his hand resting lightly on her waist. It was more crowded here than the front. Couples were leaning on each other, some were kissing, and others were casually groping one another.
'So this is where the action is,' Bruno thought, trying to absorb it all. Then he was being introduced to Ginger's companion.
"This is Jerome," Ginger said, gaily waving her hand indifferently at a very disturbed burly type. "Jerome, this is...err, David. We went to high school together."
Bruno readied himself for a confrontation. The beers consumed earlier and his successful showdown with Charlton buoyed his confidence. The hairs at the nape of his neck rose up and he curled his fingers into fists.
Jerome saw Bruno square his shoulders and position himself on the balls of his feet and realized that the guy was ready to fight.
Bruno's testosterone surged to new highs and he waited for Jerome to do something, anything that he might consider sufficient to provoke him into swinging a fist into his face.
His nostrils widened as he inhaled the musky aroma drifting up to him from Ginger. Bruno literally seethed with tension.
"Hi Jerome," he said with sarcasm, "You gonna hang around her much longer?"
His eyes challenged Jerome; his voice belligerent, sounding hoarse, whispery and dangerous.
The bartender stood nearby, behind the bar, waiting for the fight to begin and nervously reached for the small bat hidden behind the bar.
Ginger felt an electrical current surge in her loins. 'Was this guy gonna fight Jerome over her?' She thought. She couldn't recall the last time she was this excited, and then did. 'What was I then, thirteen, maybe?' She had peed her pants that time. Nervously she gnawed at her lip. "Gawd!" She said in awe of the situation.
Her nostrils flared, Ginger moved closer to Bruno, intentionally brushing his thigh with her hip. Being occupied with the perceived threat of Jerome, Bruno didn't notice.
Ginger continued her less than discreet exploration, touching his muscular arm and felt its hardness. He had her so excited she began to secrete juices from within the dark confines of her cunt. Her nipples were distended, pressing outward against the thin material of her dress, obvious to the onlookers of whom there were several.
"Err, David... Jerome was just leaving, wasn't you Jerome?" Ginger, obviously nervous asked then bit her lip.
