Wife Wants a Hall Pass

I had an encounter with a very sweet young woman in Atlantic City. It brought the perfect end to a short trip that Linda and I shared in the middle of March in 1990. I had occasion to go to a convention as part of the research I was doing on a metal alloy that had recently become available. It showed promise of improving our sand casting operation. If it also had good machining properties, it might be something that we could use. I could get it written into the specifications of a small up-coming project and test it that way.

I planned to be gone four or five days depending on what travel arrangements I could make. I asked Linda to go with me. I told her that we could play together two of those days. I wanted to mix some pleasure with business.

We hadn’t ruled out the possibility of some extracurricular activity but neither of us planned for anything to happen. My intent was to have a good time with Linda.

Linda is very small and very pretty. She had turned forty years old in September the year before but could easily pass for thirty or even younger. The giggle in her talk and the wiggle in her walk, along with her shapely figure, blond hair and green eyes got her a lot of attention everywhere she went.

As fate would have it, an older gentleman by the name of Jerry Horn shared an elevator ride with Linda on the first morning we were there. He flirted with her. She has always been vulnerable to older men with just a touch of grey in their hair. She said that he was very smooth and she was impressed with him immediately. Linda allowed him to pick her up for an hour’s worth of conversation and a tour of the casino. Their relationship escalated quickly. I think, they both knew they only had a few days to make something happen. They both wanted something to happen.

Linda has written about this trip earlier. I read her account and learned a bit more detail than I wanted to know. We had our usual truth time after this trip and Linda had told me that they had been very nasty. She uses those same words when she talks about her adventures with Bobby Wilkinson. I knew that she meant anal sex. I could tell that she had enjoyed being with Jerry. That was enough for me. I didn’t ask any questions and she didn’t elaborate. That of course, is okay. I rarely tell her everything about my activities unless she asks.

I’m going to skip ahead and relate what I did the last night we were there. Linda spent the night with Jerry and she gave me a pass for a free hunt. That had never happened before. I was very excited with the possibilities of the situation.

I went to our hotel room, showered, shaved, and changed clothes so I would be fresh. I packed my light bag with the things I would need to spend the night elsewhere. I couldn’t stay in this room with a guest because Linda might need it. She wasn’t sure that her encounter with Jerry would work out. I planned to have a guest, so I would need another room.

I had met a woman that had offered to share her room with me. That happened at the meeting I had attended to discuss the new metal. I called her. She wasn’t available. That didn’t surprise me. She was a beautiful woman, away from home and it was her intent to get laid. I’m sure she had no trouble finding a playmate.

I walked across the street and down a block to another hotel. I took a room there. I went up to the room and dropped off my gear. I made sure that it had everything I needed and a well-stocked bar. I decided I could get by. There were even a half dozen single shot bottles of Crown Royal. It was time to go hunting. I checked my look in the mirror and found myself to be presentable.

I decided the best opportunities would lie in either a bar or a dance hall. In my opinion, a slow waltz is the fastest way to get up close and personal with a strange woman. I asked for directions and I was directed to a small dance club. I sat at the bar and had a drink while I surveyed the room.

Two ladies drew my attention immediately. The first was a pretty woman who appeared to be close to my age. She was sitting with a male companion. She was bubbling as they talked together. She appeared to be full of mirth and energy. I took her to be a tourist that doesn’t get away from home as often as she should. That’s my kind of girl. All I had to do was take her away from the guy she was sitting with.

The other was a cute younger woman sitting alone. She was drinking a coke and seemed to be in deep thought. She had a handbag and there was a small suitcase sitting under her table. She looked as if she was at the end of a long day. She was well dressed but not properly for this environment. She was out of place. I became curious to know her story. She appeared to be half my age and I almost decided she wasn’t what I was looking for.

The older gal’s escort stood and walked away from their table. I noticed that he had left his drink. That indicated that he was coming back.

I thought, “This might be my only chance.” I abandoned my interest in the younger girl and approached the older one. She was really my first choice anyway.

I approached her and said, “You are the prettiest woman in this room. Would you consider honoring me with a dance?”

She looked up at me and beamed. Her smile was bright like a candle in the dark. She said, “Oh you beautiful man. I would love to but my husband will be back in ten minutes.”

That had been a nice answer. It boosted my ego but it did take the wind out of my sails. I wouldn’t entice her to cheat even if I could. I thought, “What the hell, she is very pretty. Dance with her anyway.” I held out my hand, gave her my best smile and said, “I am Luke Bowman. Give me five of those ten minutes.”

Her smile became even brighter as she took my hand. She said, “You have a silver tongue, Mr. Bowman. Please call me Kate. My husband won’t mind if I dance with you.” I helped her from her seat and led her to the dance floor. She came easily into my arms and we danced well together.

I whispered in her ear, “Please call me Luke.”

She whispered, “Luke,” and moved in closer to me. She allowed me full-length body contact as she snuggled in even closer. The monster moved and she felt it. I felt her laugh under her breath.

She said, “You are wearing some lucky woman’s ring.” She asked, “Where is your wife?”

I answered her truthfully. I simply said, “She is not with me tonight.”

Kate said, “You are terrible, Luke. You are a long way from home and looking for a bed partner.” She paused and said, “Oh God, I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I fell in love with you when you first smiled at me. I would get into a lot of trouble with you if I were here alone.”

I guided her into the dark and kissed her without even thinking about it. She bubbled with excitement and shared herself with me for a moment. She broke the kiss and said, “I think you are the Devil, Luke Bowman. Please take me back to my table before I agree to sneak off into the night with you.”

We beat her husband to the table and I didn’t have to interact with him. I left her there flushed and fanning herself. Her reaction to me had sent my ego into orbit. I felt like Jack, the giant killer. I believed I could have any woman in the room. That is a very good feeling for a man as far beyond his youth as I am.

I looked at the younger girl. She was still my second choice. A young Hispanic man was sitting with her now. I thought, “Maybe I fucked-up by dancing with Kate and lost my chance with this one.” I went a bit out of my way to walk near them on my way back to my place at the bar.

I noticed that he was holding her wrist forcefully. I heard her give him an emphatic, “No,” as I walked by. He didn’t let go of her. She was struggling with him and at the same time trying not to make a scene.

I sat at the bar and sipped my drink while I watched them. I sized the young man up. He was about five-six in height and couldn’t have weighed more than one-sixty. I thought, “He is a little light to be a badass.”

Her struggle became slightly more desperate. When I saw that, it took me less than a second to decide to take a hand in their game.

I walked up behind him and grasped his little pencil neck in my strong right hand. I squeezed him hard. His right hand went to his hip pocket. I squeezed harder and said, “Freeze.” He froze.

I said, “Now, listen to me. You can’t have this girl. She is my niece.” I continued, “If you come out of that pocket with a weapon, I will shove it up your ass, pinch your head off and roll it down that aisle like a bowling ball. Both of his hands came slowly into my field of view. They were empty.

Having been freed, the girl sat up in her chair and moved back a bit.

I asked the man, “When I release you, what is your plan?”

He answered in heavily accented English. He hadn’t been in this country long. He said, “I do not fear you, Hombre. I could cut you up like a jigsaw puzzle. When you release me, I will leave this place. I choose not to go to jail tonight.”

I said, “I don’t care why you leave so long as you leave.” I prepared to pinch his head off if need be. I squeezed him even harder for a second and then released him. He rubbed his neck as he left his seat and moved for the exit.

I watched him until he was out of sight and then turned my attention back to the girl. She said, “Thank you. Please sit with me for a few minutes in case he decides to come back.” She paused and then said, “I really do have an uncle that is much like you. He is a farmer in Kansas and he is very strong. He has always loved me. He would have hurt that man.”

I said, “My name is Luke Bowman. What is yours?”

She turned her bag so that I could read the nametag. It said, “Kandi Kain.”

I laughed and said, “I think I deserve to know your real name.”

She smiled. That was the first time I had seen her smile. It was also the first time I was allowed to see how pretty she really was. She said, “Ella Mitchell. May I call you Uncle Luke?”

I chuckled and said, “If you like.” I thought, “If I picked her up now, would our relationship be incestuous?” I continued, “I’ll call you Kandi.” I got another smile. I asked, “What was that all about?”

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t really know. I just got into town. I was supposed to call the woman that has offered me employment. She would have sent someone to pick me up. I made a mistake. I assumed my bus would arrive during the day. The only number I had for my employer was her office. It’s the middle of the night. No one was there.”

She took a sip of Coke and continued, “I think he followed me here from the bus station. He wanted me to go with him. He said he knew a man that would give me a job. I told him that I already had a job but he wanted me to go with him anyway. I’m glad you intervened. I don’t know what I would have done.”

I said, “If something like that happens again, fight and scream. Draw attention and someone will likely come to your aid. Your attacker would probably just run away. He would be like our guy tonight. He wouldn’t want to go to jail.” I paused and then said, “I think I know what this was all about. Do you want me to tell you?”

She nodded.

I said, “First, would you like a drink or another Coke?”

She answered, “I would like another Coke. They are very small here.”

I asked, “Do you have a room in the hotel?”

She answered, “No, I don’t have any money.” Then she said, “Well, I have about thirty dollars. I was trying to decide if I could afford a hamburger when the unpleasantness started.”

I said, “Come with me. I know where I can get you a very nice hamburger and a Coke.” I carried her suitcase and we left the dance club. She went with me willingly. I didn’t have any Idea where to get a hamburger but I knew I could find a restaurant of some kind easily enough. They were everywhere.

I noticed that Kate’s husband had returned as we walked past their table. I met Kate’s eyes. She smiled mischievously and winked at me. I returned her smile.

Kandi and I did stumble across the perfect cafe after about a two-minute walk. I ushered her into the place as if I knew exactly where I was going. They had a varied menu but she homed in on the gourmet hamburger. I ordered one too, with fries and Coke for both of us.

Kandi ate the first half of the oversized burger as if she was hungry. I guess she was. Finally, she asked me to tell her what I thought about her encounter with the Mexican.

I said, “Kandi, have you heard Las Vegas called, Sin City?” She nodded and I continued, “Well, this is Sin City number two. The economy is based on gambling, drugs and prostitution. Corrupted politicians, who are owned by the mob, allow the place to exist. Human trafficking and white slavery is also part of the picture. Your assailant intended to sell you to a pimp.” Her eyes got big.

I went on, “Young pretty women like you are very vulnerable. He probably watched you get off the bus and deduced that you were here alone. He could have sold you for several hundred dollars to any pimp that is working the streets. The pimp would have befriended you if he could but by whatever path, he would have gotten you addicted to drugs, probably heroin. Three weeks or a month from now you would be walking the streets and prostituting yourself for your next fix. He could make a lot of money with a girl as pretty as you are. That is until you became used-up and ugly. Your pimp would expect you to turn several tricks each night. You would wear out quickly.” I said, “Sweetheart, you need to go back to Kansas.”

I had already finished my meal. We sat quietly together while she leisurely finished hers. At length, I said, “You need a place to sleep.”

She said, “I slept some on the bus. I will stay up all night and call my boss lady in the morning.”

I said, “That won’t work, in my mind. I’m going to take you to my room. You can clean-up, sleep in a nice comfortable bed and be refreshed in the morning when you meet your boss.”

She tilted her head and looked at me with the question in her eyes. I had already decided I couldn’t take advantage of her. After all, I had adopted her as my niece. I made a gesture, showing the palms of my hands. I said, “I will give you the room, pick up my gear and find myself another place.”

She smiled and said, “Well, Uncle Luke, I see that you have decided you need to take care of me.” She hesitated and then said, “You really don’t. I am a big girl and I will be okay.”

I said, “You will have to start taking care of your self tomorrow because I won’t be here. Let me feel better knowing you are safe tonight.” I had decided just to call the night a bust and go back to my first room alone. If Linda showed up it would be okay if I didn’t have a guest. Actually, I thought, “That would be a good way for all this to end.”

I took Kandi to my room. She followed me seemingly without reservation. I unlocked the door and then handed her the key. She smiled. I said, “That’s the only key I have. You don’t have to come in until I get my things and leave.” She smiled again.

I went into the room. She followed me and closed the door behind her. She said, “I do want a shower. Have a drink and wait until I am finished. I will feel safer if you are here.” She kissed my cheek and said, “Thanks, Uncle Luke.” She took her small bag and went into the bathroom before I could answer her.

I made myself a drink using two of the single shot Crown bottles from the bar and two cubes of ice. It tasted very good. I guess I wanted the drink and needed enough time to gather my thoughts. I listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. When I heard the shower come on, I had the strongest urge to see if she would allow me to share it with her. The monster moved. I pushed the thought out of my mind, remained in my seat and continued sipping my whiskey.

She came out in another ten minutes. She sat at the vanity and began drying her hair. She had pretty hair. It wasn’t spun from yellow gold like Linda’s but closer to what I would call dirty blonde. It was shorter than Linda’s was. It was still long enough for a ponytail. She was styling it with a part in the middle and letting it cascade over her shoulders. It was a nighty-night bedtime style. Her eyes were a pale blue. They twinkled in the vanity’s light. For me, it was like looking into a thin mist at sea.

She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a Kansas State University logo featuring a picture of their wildcat mascot. The shirt was long enough to cover her ass but barely. She was displaying the same look as Linda wearing one of my dress shirts. It was a very sexy look. Subconsciously, I knew she had done this on purpose.

I thought, “Damn Luke, there is something wrong with you. You should be trying to fuck yourself blind with this girl.” The monster moved.

I asked, “Did you go to school at K-State?”

She answered, “Yes. I graduated at the end of the last semester. I stayed there and hung out with my boyfriend. He is going to graduate in May. He had finals coming up and I knew that I would be a distraction, so I told him I would take a vacation. I came here.” She paused and then said, “He is so sweet and I enjoyed our affair but we aren’t in love. I left him a note. I am not going back to him.”

I was trying to take my mind off her lithe young body. I asked, “What did you study?”

She continued with her hair. She said, “My degree is in business administration. I was heavy in economics. I figured I could take that in several directions if need be. My second field of study was in crop plant genetics. My dad grows corn. I want to help him perfect a new strain that he is working on.”

I fucked-up. I asked the wrong question. I asked, “What kind of job do you have lined up here?”

She tilted her head and looked at me. She had the most devilish glint in her eye. She laid her hairbrush down and turned the dryer off. She rose and walked to the table where her handbag was and retrieved a business card from it. She came to me and sat in my lap as she handed me the card.

I was surprised but pleasantly so. She fit perfectly there and it was nice to hold her. I looked at the card. I thought Kandi was going to stick her tongue in my ear but she didn’t. The card was that of a madam that ran an escort service.

I said, “Kandi, this isn’t any better than what that Mexican boy had in mind for you. Do you not understand that this bitch is going to want you to have sex with her clients for money? She will also drug you to bend you to her will.”

She giggled sweetly and whispered in my ear, “Uncle Luke, She won’t have to. I’ve always wanted to be a hooker.” Then she stunned me even more. She said, “I want you to be my first customer.” I was speechless. She continued, “For the standard five hundred dollar fee, you can take me to that bed and have me any way you want me, right now.”

Something snapped in my mind. My whole field of view turned red. I was crazy inside. I thought, “My favorite little virgin niece in the whole world wants to commit incest with me for money. Maybe I was thinking of her as the daughter I never had. She had surprised me. I had definitely misread her. My mind was undeniably blown.

I snatched her off my lap and twisted her around. I flopped her face down across my lap and held her there. I let her shirt ride up and expose her beautiful young ass. I popped her hard with my open hand. She screamed and tried to fight me. I held her in place and popped her again.

One thing I like about these high-end hotel rooms is they are soundproof. No one is going to hear her screams. I spanked her harder and longer than I have ever spanked anyone in my life. I hurt her on purpose. I intended to hurt her and I wanted to hurt her more than I did. Still, even in this state of anger, I was careful not to injure her.

I tossed her on the floor and told her not to move or she would get some more. She was crying openly but wiping the tears away and trying to stop. I made myself another drink.