Joaquin rode silently right up to the point when I turned into the parking lot of Belle's Bar. Then he said, "You know that was a performance for you, right?"
"Oh, come on. Don't treat me like I'm an idiot."
"She was trying to give you something special."
"I appreciate you saying that, but let's just leave it alone."
"Well, okay, but I said all that shit about you because I thought it would set you off. I didn't mean any of it, and I didn't mean to disrespect you. You're a good man. You've done a lot for my daughters, and, even though you may not believe it, I appreciate that."
"Yeah, well, thanks for saying that."
He asked, "Do you want to come in for a drink? I'll buy."
"Haven't we done enough for one night?"
"Come on. It's not like anyone is waiting for you at the hotel, Holly won't be around to wind you up, and I promise not to give you any shit."
"No, I'm just going to take off."
He opened the car door, but before he got out, he said, "Belle's going to want to know what happened, and I'm sure she'd like to hear your side of the story."
"You're going to tell Belle?"
"Of course. Maybe I'll get a drink out of it."
"A free Bud Light, who could resist?"
"Come on. It'll be fun."
I don't know if I wanted to see Belle, to get a free beer, or to hear Joaquin's side of the story, but I definitely didn't want to spend the rest of the evening stewing alone in a hotel room, so I parked the car.
Belled greeted us with a bright smile and said, "Look who's here, Don Juan and Don Two." She wiped a spot clean at the bar and invited us to sit down. Then, with a tip of her head, she asked, "What have the world's greatest lovers been up to?" She paused for a moment and continued, "No, wait, let me guess." She pointed her finger at Joaquin and said, "You had your way," her finger swung over to me before she continued, "With his wife."
Joaquin climbed up onto a barstool and rested his elbows on the bar. With an off-handed shrug, he replied, "That's old news. I guarantee you can't guess what happened tonight."
The smile on Belle's lips curled. "I don't know. I've got a pretty good imagination."
Joaquin returned her smile with one of his own. "I tell you what, I'll buy a round for the house if you can guess right, and you buy a round for us two if you can't. Deal?"
Belle polished the bar with her ugly rag and asked, "Since when do you have enough money to buy a round for the house?"
He poked me with his elbow and asked, "You'll front me, won't you, buddy?"
There were less than a dozen people in the bar, all drinking Bud Light. I scratched my chin and said, "I don't know... The stakes are pretty high."
Belle chuckled, then said, "I'll take the bet, but I want to hear the whole story if I lose."
Joaquin adjusted himself on his stool. "I think we can do that." Then, he looked at me and asked, "What do you think?"
I had no idea which aspect of the day's events he wanted to talk about, but before I could reply, Belle continued, "I mean ALL the juicy details."
"Two Bud Lights in exchange for all the juicy details... That sounds about right to me." I replied.
Belle retrieved a couple of cans of beer from the cooler and put them down in front of us. "Let's see, Nick was going to give you sex lessons, right?"
Joaquin nodded and said, "Sure, but you knew that already. What was today's lesson?"
The guess was good, but I was more impressed that she remembered my name.
"You were with his wife, right?"
"That's right," replied Joaquin.
"Both of you. At the same time."
"Belle, you are good at this! But what was the lesson?"
Belle paused for a moment and then began to think out loud. "You've got a huge dick, and you'll fuck anything with a pulse, so what could Mr. Milquetoast here teach you?"
Joaquin clapped me on the back and said, "We've got her now!"
I wasn't so sure. It seemed to me she was off to a pretty good start.
She looked at me and asked, "Joaquin has a huge cock, doesn't he?"
I replied with a nod.
"And he knows how to use it, doesn't he?"
I nodded again.
Belle turned the tattered rag in her hand and wiped imaginary water rings from the bar. "You know, they say that the mind is the biggest sex organ."
"I've heard that," I replied.
"They say that once you get into someone's head and find out what makes them tick, sex becomes amazing."
"I've heard that too." Belle was a clever girl, but I couldn't quite figure out what she was playing at.
"So, I think the lesson is about what Nick says to get into Holly's head." Once the words escaped her mouth, she immediately corrected herself. "No, wait. That doesn't fit. You'd still be there with her if that was what you were doing."
She leaned back and thought for a few moments. "What are you two doing here, now?"
Joaquin broke into a sly smile, "We're drinking beer."
"Your wife didn't have one of those big orgasms tonight, did she?"
"Not tonight, no," I replied.
"But you did, didn't you?"
I looked over at Joaquin, who was still smiling. Then I returned my gaze back to Belle, who was looking intently at me.
She asked, "You did, didn't you?" After a curt nod from me, she continued, "So, how did they weasel their way into your head?"
In a moment, she was going to make a lame guess. Then she'd expect me to spill the details but telling her who fucked who wouldn't be sufficient. She was going to want to know who said what and why. She was going to want to know about my submission and ask how it felt. So rather than get into that, I put three twenty-dollar bills on the bar and said, "You win. That was really well done."
She pushed the money back across the bar. "Oh, no, you don't. We're not done here."
"This was a bad idea," I protested.
Belle smiled seductively and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
I shrugged, "I just...."
"I already know that you let Joaquin sleep with your wife. I know you get off on it because you're here drinking a beer with him, and I know you're at least bi-sexual because you sucked his cock just a few feet from the door to my bar. So what are you afraid I'm going to figure out?"
My shoulders slumped in defeat. "I guess there's not much left. So, you win. Take the money."
"There's something left. What is it?"
Without looking up, I said, "She's pregnant."
"And you're not the father."
I shook my head, "There's been a lot of guys."
Joaquin patted my back and said, "Get this man another beer."
Belle regarded me for a moment, took the three twenties from the bar, and shouted, "Hey, everyone, Nick, here, is going to be a father! Drinks all around!" She spread a bunch of cold cans on the bar and let the patrons help themselves.
The ragtag clientele congratulated me as they collected their beer. Some gave gratuitous advice, while others shared cautionary tales. Once they'd said their piece and gathered as many beers as they could carry, they headed back to their seats.
"Well, if it's worth anything to you, I think you'd make a good father," said Belle.
Joaquin didn't hesitate to chime in. "He's a great father. He raised my kids."
"You have kids?" Belle asked.