I have known Miss Bobby for a very long time. We've always been friends foremost and lovers just for the fun of it. She worked at a club I visited whenever I was in town. She drank for a living, meaning she worked for the bat so the customers would buy her drinks and stick around longer. I would hang around until she got off and then we would go somewhere else to party.
Bobby did not drive when she was drinking, so I usually ended up chauffeuring her around to several clubs before the evening was through. I usually ended up carrying her up the stairs to her apartment and tucking her into bed. Our lovemaking would wait until the middle of the next morning after coffee and breakfast.
Even though I had known her for years, even now I have no idea of how old Bobby was. At five feet nine inches tall in her stocking feet, she was tall for a Coonass. Yes, she was a redheaded, web-footed, south Louisiana Cajun speaking Coonass, born and bred.
She had a body to die for, large, firm breasts, narrow waist, a high tight, round little ass, and legs that went all the way up to there. Her face on the other hand, left something to be desired. Now don't get me wrong, at one time, Bobby had been a very beautiful lady and she still was to me.
A web of fine lines covered her face, as you would find on an elderly Indian or someone who had spent a lifetime in the wind and sun. For some reason it never mattered to me, I always saw the beauty underneath and inside. The warm and loving woman and the fiery lover, that knew no bounds.
Bobby had a sugar daddy that no one was supposed to know about. He and I both knew about each other but we did not acknowledge it in a gentlemanly way. We each had our place in her life and we didn't have to compete.
He was older, wealthy, and married; I was young and full of fire and passion. He paid for her apartment, utilities, car note, and insurance. For that, he spent a couple of nights a month in her company. There may or may not have been sex involved, I did not know and didn't want to know. With me, it was a friend, companion, lover, and chauffeur.
*****
I got to town a little after lunch on Friday and stopped by the club. Bodacious Tatas was working as bartender; I never could remember her name, but I will never forget how she filled out the top of the strapless, black evening dress, she always wore.
She never wore a bra or panties under that short little dress with it slit all the way up to her hip. By mid afternoon she would be drunk enough from the drinks that guys had bought her all day, to climb up on the bar and dance. The little dress just couldn't and wouldn't contain or cover her for long.
By the time she got off work, her tip jars would be stuffed. After shift change, she would carry them into the back room, count her money, stuff it into her little handbag and then she would slip out the back door to meet her lover or her husband, whichever was waiting for her.
Bobby was busy hustling a customer, so I sat over to one side of the square bar, where I knew I would have a good seat for Tatas performances later. Bobby had given me a slight nod of greeting, so I knew; she knew I was there.
Bobby's mark left as Tatas was dancing right above my head. Her very large breasts were spilled out of the dress and she had the split skirt lifted to show glimpses of her neatly trimmed sex. I had the best seat in the house.
I realized that she always did this just to get at Bobby a little. They were good friends but she was determined to steal me from Bobby, just to see if she could. All three of us knew what the game was, as she squatted down and spread her knees on either side of my head.
Through the beat of the loud music I heard her say, "Wouldn't it be great to just climb in there and make long slow passionate love all night long?"
I grinned up at her and nodded my head. She grinned down and did a bump and roll with her hips, before she stood up and dropped the skirt over my head and danced on down the bar.
The song ended and two guys helped her down from the bar. I picked up my beer and walked around to sit next to Bobby. She grinned at me asked, "Is she still at it?"
I nodded and laughed. Looking into my eyes she continued, "You know, maybe you should take her up on it. She would never be the same, I guarantee you that."
I laughed again and shook my head before I leaned over and said, "No, I don't think so. It's more fun this way. One night would be all that it would last, that way. This way the game will go on for a long time."
She shook her head and smiled at me, "You're wrong about that. One night with you and she'd be throwing rocks at her boyfriend and her husband."
I grinned and shook my head, "Come on Bobby, you'll be making my head swell, if you're not careful."
She grinned a wolfish grin and replied, "But I like it that way."
I had to laugh at that.
After a few minutes she looked back over at me and asked, "Are you in, just for tonight or the whole weekend?"
"I might be around for a whole week, this time. Do you think you can put up with me for that long?"
She laughed and said, "Oh yeah but I'll be walking bowlegged for a month afterwards."
The front door opened and she nudged me with her elbow. I kissed her on the cheek and went back around to my other stool. The older guy that had come in stood by the door until his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar and then he walked around and sat down next to Bobby.
Another one of her regulars, I thought to myself. He would buy her drinks in exchange for her company until his money ran out and then he would leave. That's the way life was around here.
Tatas danced a couple more times, but stayed down at the other end of the bar with the big tippers. The evening crew started to show up and Blue Bird sat down next to me. She's called that because of the blue birds tattooed on both her breasts. It is beautiful artwork done on an even more beautiful canvas. I'm one of the few people who have had the privilege and pleasure of seeing the whole thing and not just the little glimpses she showed around here.
*****
It had been Bobby's day off and we had spent the day in bed, sleeping late and making slow sensuous love as the mood and passion hit us. Around mid-afternoon, I had gotten up, and went out for Chinese takeout. We were sitting on the floor in the living room, naked, feeding each other from little square boxes when the phone rang. It was Bobby's boss.
Almost all the girls that were supposed to work that night had called in sick or with other problems. He wanted to know if she would help him out and work that night. I could see it in her face that she did not want to but she ended up saying yes.