THE MAKING OF A BULL PART I
This is a true story, my story. It is my life during the 1980s. I of course have changed the names and certain details that could identify anyone, but all events are true.
It was a Saturday night in mid June. I had decided to spend my night at the Meadows racetrack and maybe later hit one of the VIP nightclubs later to see if I could pick up something interesting for the night.
Standing at the ticket window with my program I noticed this attractive woman at the next window. The lady was stunning. With her heels on she stood about five six, but was probably five two as those heels were high. She a slender body and what looked like a sweet pair of tits. Her light blondish hair shone against her emerald green dress with matching hat. The lady looked hot for someone I thought was in her early sixties.
My carnal thoughts were interrupted by the wage taker asking for my bet. I placed my bets for the first three races and started walking down the concourse. Up ahead, I got another glimpse of the lovely lady. She was about twenty five yards ahead of me and her ass was definitely on show. Something else caught my eye, she dropped one of her tickets and I watched it float to the ground. Being the gentleman that I am, I hurried to pick it up.
"Excuse me miss.." she turned and looked at me. I detected a slight smile from her. "You dropped your ticket." "Oh really, aren't you sweet. You are such a gentleman." She had her hand on my arm. "I'd like to buy you a drink. Would you join me in my box?" Holding back my urge to say I'd love to be in your box, I simply said, "I'd be delighted."
We made it down to the high rollers section. I followed her to her box. Already there was an impeccably dressed older gentleman. He had a grey suit with a blue French cuffed shirt and a paisley tie. Although I wasn't dressed like a peasant, my Brooks Brothers suit didn't compare with his custom tailored suit. "Howard, I'd like you meet, oh sweetheart I forgot to ask you your name." I looked at her and Howard. "Terry, Terry Kelly." "Howard, this is Mr Terry Kelly. I met him on the concourse when he picked up one of my tickets that I dropped. Mr Kelly, this is my husband Howard Monroe and I am Katherine Monroe. What may we offer you for a drink?" "I'd like a Jack and Coke please." Katherine motioned to a waiter near by and placed her order.
As we sat there Katherine peppered me with questions. Where was I from? Avalon. What business was I in? Truck Driver. How old was I? 27. How did I get into driving a truck?
"Katherine, that's a long story. I'll make it short. After I got out of the Navy, I went to college at Duquesne University and to finance my education, I drove tractor trailer and sometimes worked the docks loading and unloading trucks overnight. After college, I couldn't find a good job in my field, so I started driving truck. It's not the most glamorous job, but I'm making more money than some of the people I went to college with."
"What was you major?" I majored electrical engineering. Problem is when you graduate at age twenty six, in the middle of an economic downslide, you're chance aren't that good. Why hire me when you can hire a twenty, twenty one year old?" Katherine looked at me with a dumbfounded look, "You don't appear to be bitter about it." I laughed. "Why should I be bitter? No one owes me anything. You just deal with it. Lemonade you know."
So Terry, do you have a special lady in your life, or are you just breaking hearts on a regular basis?" Katherine said with a sly smile. " No, don't have anyone special and I doubt if I'm breaking any hearts either." Katherine grabbed my leg, "I'm sure that there are many girls who desire you in their bed and are disappointed when they're not." I told her that I highly doubt it, but thanked her for the ego boost.
The first three races were very good for me. The first race I won $250; the second race $175 and the third race I won $55.60. They were even better for Katherine and Howard. The first race they won $5000, the second race $8500 and the third one......$12500. Well if you have more money to play with to start.
It was around 8:30 and I thought I had better get going if I was going to have any chance of sniffing the seats at the VIP Club. "Katherine, Howard. Thank you for your company and your hospitality. It was a pleasure meeting you and hopefully someday our paths will cross again. I need to cash out my tickets and head on down the road."
Katherine appeared to be upset. "Terry, please why don't you stay? We were going to make our way home and would be delighted if you came with us for a night cap at our home. I really don't want to take no for an answer." Howard looked at me and nodded. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself" was Howard's response.
I quickly ran several scenarios through my head, especially after hearing Howard's response. OK, depending on where they live, I might have several options. It's 8:30. If I can get out of their place by 11-11:30, I still might be able to salvage some of the evening. I honestly don't know why I was considering this. True she was attractive, borderline hot, but there's no way I was going to be seeing what was under that emerald dress. Maybe the maid will be hot and I could nail that.
"Well, you twisted my arm. I suppose I could stop by for a short visit." Katherine smiled and said "Great. We'll cash out our tickets and Walker can bring our car around. You can follow us. We live up off of Blackburn Road in Sewickley. You can follow us."
I went to parking lot B and got my car. I'm a car guy and this one is a beauty. '81 Pontiac Bonneville Brougham Coupe. Lord, I love this car. Black on black with a thin gold stripe going down the side. Honeycomb wheels with half a landau roof. Inside? Well inside was better than my living room. Camel leather seats and a wood grain dash. Yes I bought it used, but it was a year old with only 4238 miles on it. The car was almost 3700 pounds, yet it could do 159....but the speedometer only went to 90! I pegged the speedo a couple of times on the interstate, yet it felt like I was doing only 25mph. The car was that smooth.
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the front entrance. I pulled up as Katherine and Howard entered a Lincoln Town Car. After Howard got in, their driver closed the door and headed around to the drivers side. As they pulled out of the entrance, I noticed Katherine looking out the back window to make sure I'm guessing, to make sure I was following them.
I slipped a Fleetwood Mac cassette into the tape deck and settled in for the fifty minute drive. I really didn't know what to expect, why Katherine and Howard took an interest in me.
I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. 6'2" about 212. I was pretty well in shape. While in the Navy I had a size 28" waist. Now, weighing a few pounds lighter I had a size 32" waist. I couldn't figure that out. I had lost weight but my waist increased. Granted I wasn't working out everyday anymore, but my work was very physical and I really didn't have that much fat on me. While not competition quality, my muscles were defined and quite frankly, hard as rocks. I did have one hereditary trait. I was balding. It started when I was twenty, but it really was evident now. I still had blondish hair, a tad longer than while in the Navy, but still well groomed.
Mentally, I really didn't know where I was. Almost a year ago my life had a major upheaval. I had dated several girls in college. One I fell really hard for. We had dated for two years and we were both headed towards the isle. She was working at a newspaper in Waynesburg and I was struggling at a small electrical company in Pittsburgh. Long story short, her love for me wasn't strong enough to fend off her mother. In the end, her mother's desires were followed and there would be no nuptials. Jennifer broke it off in the most diplomatic way. "I've been thinking. Maybe we shouldn't see each other for a while, or at least until you got a better job." I was devastated. I was as low as I could possibly get. As luck would have it, I DID get a better job two weeks later and although I did everything I could to salvage what we had, the power, influence and control through guilt of her mother was too much for me to overcome.
My life had changed. I became a vastly different person. I became a male slut, fucking anyone and everyone. I was determined to not make myself vulnerable again. I had no desire for a relationship, let alone commit my life to anyone. In the past year I must have nailed twenty different women, hell, I even remember a few of their names. I was a confirmed bachelor and was only interested in my own sexual gratification. Oh, I knew how to treat a lady. I was respectful and attentive and I did make sure that my partner was sexually satisfied. My theory was if I satisfied them, they'll take care of me. So far, that was working out quite nicely.
But that's where the nice guy stopped. I had a very huge sexual appetite. I could never get enough. I was never satisfied. I could go six seven times a night, fuck until I was raw and even then want a blow job before I left whoever in a sexual heap. I was not invested in any way with any woman. The only investment was the time it took to get into their pants. You didn't put out on the first "date" then there was no second. Putting out on the first date gave you a chance at a second one. Rarely did it go past that. I wasn't going to put myself into a situation where I might become emotionally attached.
No, I wasn't a nice guy. I guess you could say I was a bastard whore.
We pulled off the main road and down the stereotyped tree lined road. At the end was this huge and I mean huge stone English Tudor home. There was a fountain in front of the house, with a cobblestone driveway going around the fountain. I pulled in behind the Town Car and closed my sunroof. I looked around. I had never seen such a place before except for one on Dynasty. The house had ivy crawling up the stone building. It was getting dark and nearly every light was on in this...this....Central Casting prop.
The driver was helping Howard out if the right side, I opened the door in the left and assisted Katherine out of the car. Katherine clutch my arm tight as she exited the vehicle. "My, aren't you the gentleman" she said smiling at me. "Your manners are excellent." Trying to get a look down the top of her dress I replied, "Thank you very much, but a lady deserves nothing but the best," piling the etiquette bullshit on. We walked arm in arm into the house.
The foyer was massive. The Tile on the floor which I'm guessing was extremely expensive, was impressive. The walls were made from an exotic wood and held several large paintings along with ornate lighting. In the center of the foyer was the grand staircase. You walked up seven or eight steps to a landing. From there, two stairways on either side rose to the top.