***Author's note*** [The characters in this story are based on the characters first presented in "The Seduction of Louise", an earlier submission. For a more intimate look at the relationship between Louise and Jimmy, please check out that story as well.]
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In the semi-darkness of Louise's kitchen, Marlene quietly took a glass from the cupboard and added several ice cubes from the freezer compartment of the refrigerator. As the liquor cabinet was almost in complete darkness, she reached into the cabinet and selected a bottle at random, not really caring what manner of alcohol it contained. She was drinking purely for medicinal purposes and anything would do nicely.
She took the bottle and her glass into the dining room and took a seat on one of the plush barstools in front of the granite counter that separated the dining room from the kitchen. She glanced around, pleased by the quiet solitude she felt in the semi-darkness, the only illumination at all came from the soft amber glow of the low-wattage bulb beneath the range hood above the stovetop. A glow that left her and, indeed, most of the dining room in a warm and pleasantly shadowed amber ambiance.
She smiled, swiveling her stool to look around contentedly, enjoying the view from the bank of windows that looked out upon the backyard as well as the side of the house facing the street. All was pleasingly dark outside, with only a few small pools of light from neighborhood porch lights and one distant streetlight to feebly dispel the darkness.
She sighed appreciatively, letting the night's calm quiet serenity wash over her and, for the first time that evening, felt her entire body relax. She smiled, the pleasant state of euphoria from her intense orgasms still permeating her body.
What an incredible experience it had been, she thought, to virtually realize her long-held stripper fantasies and to vicariously watch herself as others might have seen her had she been performing in front of an audience. It gave her more than a little pause to wonder at the possibilities of taking any of her other fantasies into reality as well, virtually, or otherwise. If the intensity of tonight's orgasms were any indication, she most certainly wanted to explore those other fantasies and would, most definitely, do more striptease dancing with the mirrors in her bedroom.
Suddenly she bolted upright on her stool, her attention drawn to a vehicle parked across the street from the house. It was that private detective's Ford Mustang convertible. She might not have even noticed the vehicle at all had it not been for a face inside the vehicle suddenly highlighted from the glow of a cigarette as the man took a drag from his smoke. A moment later, the car slowly pulled away from the curb and moved off down the street, only turning on its headlights when it was well away from the house.
She shook her head and raised her middle finger to the departing car. "Wow," she murmured, a half-smile on her lips. "No one can ever say you're not a dedicated and tenacious son of a bitch." What might he have been expecting at this late hour? Seeing her sneaking off to meet a secret lover somewhere? She hoped he was charging Gary by the hour and costing him a fortune.
She swirled the contents of her glass, making the ice cubes tinkle softly, and raised the bottle she had liberated from Ross's liquor cabinet. She examined the label, angling it to catch a little light from the stovetop across the room. "Ezra Brooks, Bourbon Whiskey," she read aloud. She had never heard of this particular brand of whiskey before, having merely selected the bottle at random from the liquor cabinet.
She pulled the cork from the top of the bottle. It came away with a satisfying little "ploonk" sound that made her grin broadly. Now, that's the proper sound a whiskey bottle ought to make when it's opened, she thought, picturing a grizzled old western sodbuster as he pulled the cork out with his teeth in front of a campfire.
She poured a generous portion of the amber liquid into her glass, swirling the ice cubes once more to allow the bourbon to settle in and mingle with the ice to temper the strength a little.
She took a tentative sip, savoring the taste momentarily before swallowing. "Mmm," she sighed contentedly as the alcohol burned the back of her throat in a rather pleasant way as she swallowed. Her smile widened as she felt a warmth begin to suffuse her. She took another sip, once again savoring the taste before swallowing, and decided she liked it very much. She made a mental note to remember the name, Ezra Brooks.
As the alcohol began to warm her, she once again felt a renewed sensual presence between her legs. She smiled and shivered pleasurably at the memory of her incredible orgasms. She crossed her legs, feeling delightfully sexy and naughty to be without panties, and thought of what an incredible evening it had been.
A vehicle turned onto the street, its headlights catching her attention as the vehicle pulled to a stop beside Louise's house.
She recognized the band's panel van and, as she watched, the side door slid open and Jimmy stepped out of the vehicle. With the side door open, the van's interior light revealed other band members as well as several young women, one of whom quickly jumped out to stand beside Jimmy and take hold of his arm.
She was a cute little thing Marlene noted, petite and slender, with long blonde hair, wearing a very pretty blue dress that appeared to be almost painted on, and almost, but not quite, short enough to reveal the bottoms of her buttock's cheeks. Definitely one of the plethora of pretty girls that always seemed to be hanging onto the arms of the band members.
Her interest mildly piqued, she watched as Jimmy and the pretty young thing talked briefly, and then he took hold of her arm and helped her back into the vehicle and closed the door. By her demeanor, Marlene had clearly seen that the girl did not want to go. As the van sped away, Jimmy turned to make his way toward the back door of the house.
Marlene watched as Jimmy crossed the back yard and moments later, she heard his footfalls on the stairs leading to the back door and then his key in the lock. He entered and quietly closed the door behind him and relocked it. He turned away from the dining room and began moving into the kitchen.
She smiled, almost even laughed aloud, as she realized that even though she had been seated at the counter very near the back door, he had apparently failed to notice her sitting there.
As he began to reach for the light above the stove to turn it off on his way to his basement room, she finally spoke. "Hey," she called out. "Don't leave me in the dark without any light at all."
She smiled broadly as he almost jumped out of his skin. He turned to face her with a loud gasp of surprise, his eyes wide.
"Marlene?" He rasped a moment later as he recognized her, his voice little more than a harsh whisper as he slumped against the stove with his hand over his heart. "Jesus Christ, Marlene. You scared the fucking shit out of me."
