Fractured Hooker Tales: Zavi's First Ever P4P Experience part 1
This post has been rattling around in my brain long before Rammer & I started the FHT.
Contrary to what some here probably believe. I didn't pop out of the womb & proposition the nurses cleaning the amniotic fluid & blood off me. My first pay experience didn't occur until I was past drinking age.
Recently a curious newbie asked me why I never use massage parlors or the online sites. That shook my brain some & brought it more to the forefront. I've done a couple escorts over the years but have concluded that once they started advertising they are too jaded. Never been to or desired an AMP experience.
Sometime in the seventies that late sixties momentum had finally started to slow down some as it became mainstream or accepted. Despite me missing most of the earlier sixties main party, California specifically the Bay Area, us recalcitrant were still going full throttle. I was certainly banging that drum strongly & getting up in that ambiance of that era. It was still years before sex might kill you & the free love philosophy was still going strong. If you weren't finding some wet, warm & willing free Bush back then. Well...I don't know what to tell you.
So...while not remotely Portland related. My first pay 'ho was in a parlor of sorts, so it fits my definition of an FHT & perhaps a 70's coming of age parable.
The Tale:
The union apprentice work experience job I lucked into while in high school & loved had unfortunately ended eighteen months or so after graduating. My acid eating blonde girlfriend who my folks loved invited her to stay w/ us (read that me) as her parents went through an acrimonious & poisonous divorce. Soon the girlfriend graduated high school & got accepted at UC campus a couple hours away. She delayed her starting date for Europe rail trip we planned. We got back & our starting to strain relationship pivoted to less defined level "weekends only relationship" once she was in school. Being young dumb & full of come I was welcoming the chance for some strange.
I didn't need much & had taken one or two jobs that didn't last long, so I was scraping by on odd jobs, some pharmaceutical sales & folks good graces. I'd been biding my time waiting for a small inheritance from my Grandma that I'd get at 21. Waiting for what else I had not a fucking clue.
My stoned & early slacker ways w/ no thoughts to my future finally were too much even for my father's long tested patience & on my 21st birthday treated me to lunch to buy me my "first legal drink & have a talk". In my then resin soaked brain thought he'd present that check then. LOL. During meal informed me that since I was resisting college it was time to lose that "Peter Pan via Timothy Leary syndrome attitude" & become a responsible adult (incidentally always thought Leary's mantra "Turn On, Tune In & Drop Out" was sorta' lame...at times in my coterie it was more like Craddock's "Freak Out, Fuck Up & Crawl Back").
To hasten my path to maturity was informed unbeknown to me he'd invested 2/3 of that inheritance in a four plex near downtown Palo Alto folks bought a couple years earlier. I now owned 15% of it. WTF. I thought can he do that? Yes... he could as I found out soon.
Then told me the nicest lower unit w/ back yard & garage was available next month. I could (read that I would) move in while being expected to be the manager on site for a rent reduction. Adding to that jolt he said he got me an electronic mechanic trainee job at the huge electronics plant he'd been working at. The old man always did have that iron fist in a velvet glove side to him. LOL & SMDHS. Plus I just think he wanted the garage & apartment above his damn garage back. It'd been full of my cars & misc. projects since before I got my license.
With that somewhat swift yet gentle kick in the ass I moved out my of stoned semi sheltered world & stumbled into the real world.
Turns out the four plex wasn't all too terrible & new company was full of mainly friendly folks & job turned out to be good wages though not as much as I was getting before. Though unquestionably nowhere near as challenging was tempered w/ not having to work nearly as hard. I missed being outside most of time, but I made up for that & more as the end of the quarter overtime + the 1400+ employee plant had a need for Meth tabs that was far greater than my limited previous clientele. Had a good source then & made up most of the wage discrepancies while working drone in the valley.
The area the fourplex was East a few blocks off El Camino Real which resembled 82nd in the same geographical divide as here. East side lower income & West side higher. El Camino Real even had some SW on its long length that went from San Jose to San Francisco, but I was still painfully unaware or naive to all that then.
Settling in & exploring the local music place (that I could finally get in legally) neighborhood bars & pizza or other takeout on El Camino. I noticed some massage parlors had opened. Soon there were six+ or so within a couple of blocks. Had names such as "The Foxy Lady" or "The Streaker" LMAO. I couldn't help noticing them as these weren't anything like the lowkey massage parlors of today. Many were glass storefronts w/ the girls all dressed in various outfits of sluttiness (think Amsterdam red light district) hanging out in full view. I don't think I ever saw an Asian in any of them & the ethnic makeup leaned heavily on WASP coed types w/ an occasional black or Latina thrown in for good measure. Lording over two of these places was a large black manager w/ one dead eye who dressed like Huggy Bear from Starsky & Hutch yet nowhere nearly as affable.
Of course these blatant businesses attracted the Gestapo like Palo Alto police & female police chief's indignation. They soon were closed by health department for minor violations. Huggy Bear's employers quickly regrouped w/ loophole in city laws that was something like if they offered exercise or workout related services then the "massages" were within the laws as written presently.In restrospect I imagine the owners looked at the bottom line of purchasing real workout equipment & came up w/ an economical solution to the exercise part of the law. Wait for it...Ping Pong! Soon they had several tables in each of the storefronts w/ customers & the girls engaged in spirited matches before disappearing into back rooms to work out their customers "kinks". You had to admire their ingenuity as the sight of high heeled long legged hot panted girls w/ bouncing boobs playing spirited games of table tennis & to my then still carbonating hormones was somewhat weirdly titillating. LOL. The parlors facetiously became locally known as "Ping Pong" parlors & there was lively public discussions about what to do about the "problem". The woman police chief vowed to rid the town of those scourges of sin as soon as possible. Yet it would take her quite some time.
Over the next ten months or so of neighborhood walks, I became somewhat smitten w/ this tall, long legged slutty blonde w/ the usual coiffed 70's blonde layered tresses, busty as fuck & she eminded me of a slutty version of 70's actress Judy Landers .Yeah I know...laugh @ me. She noticed me & wave or gesture for me to come in. Yet I didn't until after a particularly busy end of quarter work push was flush w/ overtime cash. Been out this weekday night & had been cock teased then shot down by some Stanford coed at local watering hole. Dejected & easing down from a meth tab & tequila high, I was hornier than usual & throwing caution or perhaps common sense to the wind. I came up to the recessed doorway where Huggy Bear collected my house fee (something like $30.00+- can't remember exactly except definitely was more than a weeks' worth of tequila & groceries back then). Grumpily Huggy Bear told me a few house rules which boiled down to "don't be a dickhead or you'll be one sorry motherfucker".
Not doubting him whatsoever I nervously went in to meet "Judy Landers" & start our game. Negotiations about services offered occurred across the table during the game & as her bouncing jiggling boobs lowered my reservations about cost (again the exact price is lost to time but likely doubling the weekly grocery estimate). She thoroughly kicked my ass game wise (look @ the ball not boobs Zavi) & price agreed on we had just closed back room door. I had counted my cash out & had just got a handful of those luscious & firm real tits when Huggy Bear yelled "Judy get your damn ass out here now girl". Turns out one of her high roller regulars had just shown up & that took preference over my scruffy assed long hair walk in persona as she gave my cash back w/ a shrug. Yeah, thanks for nothing Judy & my first lesson in hooker economics.
Wasn't at all attracted to the couple of other girls on duty that night & was going to just head home & jerk off. I meekly asked Huggy Bear if I could have my house fee back. Of course got a gruff "no refunds & don't even ask for motherfucking raincheck". Him & that dead eye glared down at me waiting for me to do something stupid. After what seemed like an eternity he softened slightly & might have even shown me a gold toothed tight grin & said, "Ok peckerwood I've got the girl for you". Barking at the other girls "where the fuck Bambi at". "Outside having a smoke" one lazily replied.
"Bambi" floated in barefoot w barely a hint of makeup minus some mascara or pale lipstick. Smelling of patchouli oil over a cannabis base & she jingled jangled w/ requisite of the times multiple turquoise or sacred stone necklaces & bracelets along w/ long flowing white spaghetti strap dress. 5' 4" or so & just nineteen years old w/ long chestnut hair, liquid big brown eyes & full lips. A great set of buoyant animated B cups that never saw a bra & perfect peach ass. Lean w/ just the right amount of curves & some sun kissed freckles. Yet compared to that tangible masturbatory trollop Judy that originally drew me in, at the time Bambi was somewhat of a disappointment. She wasn't that much of a contrast between the free civilian pussy I'd been pulling. Silently thought if I'm paying for pussy I wanted the full blown out of my league bimbo centerfold experience. Yet with Huggy Bear just glaring at me for me to do or say something dumb, I skipped any more fucking table tennis & let Bambi take my hand & went into a back room...
Fractured Hooker Tales: Zavi's First Ever P4P Experience part 2
Got undressed & laid face down on the massage table as some friendly quick business was agreed to (something like $50.00 for the "full meal" whatever that was) & I'm sure she was cheaper than Judy. I stepped off that cliff thinking the next few weeks my actual meals were going to be lean as fuck after spending a third of my take home pay. She lit some candles, dimmed the light & put some shitty new age type music on & started rubbing some oil in & began massaging. A stream of consciousness chatter & questions from her about our astrological signs (her & Aries were excellent combination) & our "rising signs" were also a match. Her conversational digressions were hard to keep up as she went from non-dualism & Transcendental Meditation, macrobiotic diets, Carlos Castaneda, tantric sex & the Grateful Dead along w/ our favorite pharmaceuticals in space of one long run on sentence. Thought does this girl ever take a goddamn breath. Still dressed she hiked her skirt up & crawled up on the table & really worked on my shoulders & neck while dragging her soft furry crotch along my ass & legs. As I listened something was rising & it had absolutely nothing to do w/ astrology or the cosmos.
On the flip she finally stripped & posed unabashedly. I probably gushed out some inane comment about her pretty light chestnut Bush & my appreciation for the shaved pits & legs (never a given back in those crunchy granola times & yup, along w/ my ponytail I had some serious suave game going back then. LMFAO). As she massaged me from head to toe giving the slightest feints to my hardening dick. Finally stopped & looked at me all stony innocent like & said "Aries have the nicest & prettiest dicks". Didn't realize my little head understood English until that moment as I thought it'd explode w/ another burst of hardness. As she took me between those DSL & positioned herself so my hands could roam. Caressed those firm boobs & when my hand went lower she let out a few soft sighs. Despite my earlier tequila shots & a fairly absurd level of meth flowing in my system, I rather quickly blew a few days overwhelming load in that soft mouth that she couldn't quite gulp. She gave a me a sticky cheek kiss then left saying something that I didn't catch over that still playing vapid new age music. Thinking that was it, I was starting to gather my clothes when she reappeared w/ a hot washcloth & proceeded to sexily wash my messy crotch clean of swimmers. Of course that had a fairly quick effect & my newbie ass realized this wasn't over. Even then I was a DATY dog & though she seemed surprised readily agreed to me going down on her. Lots of wiggling around as my tongue found it's mark & she bit her lip while using my short ponytail as a handle. Wet as an otter before I even started & that previous continual chatter died down to ever-growing little moans or squeals of delight until she came in some spastic movements. After flattering my tongue work she said most just want "their dick sucked or just fuck" & hopped off table. Grabbed her leather purse & pulled something out & squatted w/ legs spread & her back to me. After putting in her diaphragm she climbed back on the table while saying the "charts" she had consulted recently showed "inclinations" for good "couplings". Or some new age astrological gobbledygook like that. I guess I was the one. She impaled herself on me & leaned down to DFK me. I now had some endurance on my side, yet the experience was short circuited some as Huggy Bear pounded on the door yelling "ya' got ten minutes left Casper". Hurried by that I scared shot in her too early for her liking. Apologizing to a hooker felt weird yet I did just exactly that that night. As we dressed she disclosed her name was Barbara & the oldest love child of some back to the garden type commune dropouts from Humboldt County & hinted they were growers. Briefly talked about the Paroquet the US was spraying on the Mexican fields at the time with me mentioning that good weed was in short supply recently. I had to leave then as Huggy Bear yelled "don't make me come in there hippie". Got another kiss & hug before I did semi self-conscious walk of shame past bored girls out front & a mean mugging Huggy Bear as he said, "come back soon Casper".
I stepped out in cool foggy evening & lit a smoke absorbing what had just happened. I'd already nicknamed her "Rhubarb" for her mystical propensities & that endearing space cadet stony sexiness. As I turned the corner towards home I heard "hey Zavi...over here". Peering in the darkness of back small parking at first all I could make out was the outline of a VW microbus (a cool 23 window version BTW). As I got closer heard the low volume of KSAN radio & realized the voice in the dark was Rhubarb's. I followed the increasing aroma of incense & cannabis as I came around to the open door & her stuffing up a glass bong. Got in the van & in the dim lighting noticed it contained no rear seats & the lower windows were covered in Indian bedspreads or the usual seventies peace & ecology signs etc. Converted w/ a small kitchen & single bed in the back & usual era bean bag chair you just could not get away from then. The incense & pot scented interior had all if not every 60's anachronism headshop tchotchke hanging all over. Dream catchers, windchimes & the dash was a virtual forest of glued down figures ranging from Buddha, Disney characters & other oddball rubber ducky items. I think she was living in there at times from the looks of it w/ clothes etc. strewn everywhere.
Found a non-bean bag spot next to her as she toked up & then exhaled a sweet smelling cloud of smoke my way. Smiling widely while handing me an ounce zip lock of some sweet ass looking red tinged Sinsemilla bud to examine. Those buds almost were glowing w/ sticky fluorescent goodness in the low light. She loaded up the bong again & said "give it a try Zavi it's my folk's last harvest". After looking around for cruising Palo Alto squad cars I inhaled deeply & within seconds realized her folks were really knew their shit. Now this was in the days where cannabis was a daily part of my "better living through chemistry" days & my tolerance was fairly high. Yet this smoke was on another level entirely. Stoned as fuck all I knew I wanted more. Rhubarb obliged me w/ small bag while mentioning there was more for sale & since both of us didn't have a phone I wrote my address down. With my mind turned to marmalade shakily weaved home in the increasing fog after agreeing to get in touch soon.
I'd shared a few small samples w/ a few trusted friends & it was most definitely a hit & I was fucking inundated w/ requests for more. A few weeks passed & distracted by occasionally visiting acid eating blonde girlfriend & her school/parental issues all while detouring by parlors rear parking lot looking for Rhubarbs van wasn't bearing fruit. I certainly wasn't fearless enough to ask Huggy Bear her schedule or whereabouts.
One Saturday early afternoon was out front of fourplex doing some of the required parental demands gardening shit when who should pull up but that free range wild child of the cosmos. We were soon toking up in my apartment & Rhubarb perused my organized record collection & totally messy spartan place. It didn't take long before we're getting naked & sloshing ourselves senseless on my waterbed (it was the seventies LOL don't judge me) while "Workingman's Dead" played. When we finally disengaged & took a snack break. Rhubarb mentioned she had some pharmaceutical rounds to complete before her shift at parlor. Upon further gentle questioning she revealed that nearby Stanford University was one of folks better customers & she had weekly deliveries to some of the frat houses there before her shift at parlor. Mentioned she had some extra weight if I was interested still. I was yet, the price for a pound was about my take home pay & I'd just barely covered my 120.00 rent a day earlier also after an earlier stop sign ticket that despite fighting in Palo Alto court still lost & cost me something like 75.00 + court costs. Almost broke until next paycheck, knew I was living on meth tab sales & had to decline. She did leave me a quarter of sweet buds in exchange for some pharmaceutical Dexedrine I'd been steadily "borrowing" from hyperactive little brothers script.
Since broke stayed home that night & caught up on my always deficient sleep until I was rudely awakened by insistent knocking just after dawn. It was pouring rain & as I peered through the peephole saw a soaking wet Rhubarb carrying some takeout bags. As she rushed in between sobs the discombobulated story came out. Huggy Bear had sent her out for his breakfast & on her walk back was astonished to see that the Nazi police chief had made good on her promise to clean up the area. Following some old "anti-prostitution" precedent from across the bay it was a multi-agency effort w/ over 100 LEO along. Rhubarb had taken her purse when going out, yet her biggest worry was her van in the parlors parking lot w/ one extra " pound +-" along "maybe four thousand dollars" +- cash still hidden in it.
After having some coffee w/ me eating Huggy Bear's breakfast order LOL. We hopped in my truck & cautiously did some drive by recons to gauge the situation. The police had hit all the parlors simultaneously as every business had various agencies cars w/ flashing lights around them. We cruised by her parlor just in time to see Huggy Bear in handcuffs along w/ allof girls & even some customers caught up in it. Nothing we could do right then & we headed back to my place. Rhubarb finally crashed on couch some & I finished my aborted yard work until news reports came on. Turns out the police had kept a few parlors open for some of the day w/ undercover officers to catch more customers. With close to hundred sworn LEO statements & more customer arrests by midafternoon the city then sent locksmiths to change locks & even called city crews to board up windows just after dark.
We took another walking recon during an evening pizza run. Quiet though we noticed while the parking lot was chained up several cars including her van were still in the lot. I inspected the lock & chain quickly as we passed. Not knowing what to make of this fact we retired back to my place to smoke some & fuck more until Rhubarb said she really should get in touch w/ her folks about this "major bummer" she found herself in.
Well, getting "in touch" w/ them involved a few scenarios. One was the mail; another was leaving a message at local grower friendly cafe & hope her folks would get it or a six hour+ drive to Humboldt's Emerald Triangle. Being the soft touch I was (am) & very enchanted by that fine assed pussy. Soon was heading out w/ a wired Rhubarb playing chatty DJ as she changed cassettes on my truck's Blaupunkt on a Dexedrine & coffee fueled run North...
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Fractured Hooker Tales: Zavi's First Ever P4P Experience part 3
We hit the turnoff to her folks place around 7:00 in the morning & bounced a mile or so down muddy dirt road past several chained gates w/ "trespassers will be shot" signs & though we didn't see a soul I felt eyes on us but dismissed it as mild speed induced psychosis. Rhubarb announced "we're here"' hopped out w/ some keys unlocked the gate & smiling widely motioned to pull past. Another shorter smoother road through the sunlight filtering redwood canopy until we went past a few dead cars, barn, some geodesic dome outbuildings w/ barking dogs & the odd chickens or cats to pull up at an obviously Whole Earth Catalog inspired handmade two story off the grid house & smoke curling from the chimney.
A visibly guarded twenty years older earth mother version of Rhubarb appeared in doorway but beamed once Rhubarb hopped out (but not before warning me "ixnay on the real parlor stuff Zavi". "wait uhm what..." before she grinned back & said just "it's just massages follow my lead if it comes up") as she hugged a couple of her younger siblings. Stepping out of the truck I was engulfed & rapidly calmed by that rainforest like aroma faintly tinged by a faraway but still faint in the air sweet musky Sinsemilla bouquet.
Introductions made Rhubarb & I were invited inside as Mom offered us some Morning Thunder tea & asked if we were hungry. Idly looking about I became aware where Rhubarb got her decorating skills & also the Mom's twelve gauge shotgun handy near the front door. Finished our breakfast & Rhubarb showed me around the property (minus the barn where that sweet smell seemed to originate). Were sitting on the front porch when Dad showed up w/ a nice salmon from the properties abutting Eel River. Think a stoic & thinner Jerry Garcia looking dude. Quick introductions as he looked our semi tweaked selves over as Rhubarb started to tell the story, but Dad quietly said to younger kids "chores". Then to us both " let's get this fish cleaned". I was handed the knife & welcomed the distraction as I wordlessly cleaned as specifically instructed while Rhubarb spilled the whole fiasco out. Dad was pretty quiet except for a quick question or "uh hum or I see" until he asked "Zavi your take on all this" my take? WTF did I know except I enjoyed boning his oldest daughter" yet reiterating what she said & added why LEO went to trouble of chaining lot, yet the lot wasn't cleared? I might have obviously (or stupidly) added a set of bolt cutters could be handy. He thought on this for an uncomfortable silent period & said "stay for supper Zavi & the night " followed by "you both look like you could stand a nap". Agreeing on all points yet mentioning I really should call my job w/ some excuse since it was Sunday he said, "I've got to be in town before dinner, you ride along & can make your call then".
Rhubarb & I tried the rest suggestion, yet the dregs of our earlier pharmaceutical intake didn't allow much even some reserved fucking didn't help. Dad fetched me from Rhubarbs separate geodesic dome & we headed to town in a slightly uncomfortable silence. His stops + several calls including mine made we made one last quick stop where he went into local general store & came out w/ a semi concealable set of bolt cutters that he silently handed to me. I thought "real fucking subtle dude". On the half hour drive back told me after a phone conversation w / his lawyer thought just taking back the van would be an easy fix. The only real liability or charges they thought could be a trespassing and or destruction of public property charge. I mentioned the pound + of weed would be my biggest worry not to mention my earlier juvie cannabis arrest (expunged at 18 yet still on my fading radar). He listened to my reservations, but he said it's in a secret compartment. He made me an offer that my broke ass had trouble not thinking about. "Get back van & his cash" & whatever sinsemilla still in there was my "recovery help fee". If things went sideways he promised bail cash & attorney help. As I thought about risks asked him why he didn't just do it himself. Affixing me w/ a deep stare finally mentioned had some ongoing legal shit & he was a Vietnam war draft dodger & still wanted. Talks were to be talked if Jimmy Carter's promised draft amnesty plan (if elected) yet "that shit takes time Zavi". Not agreeing to anything just yet Dad just filled in my silence w/ "lets go fishing tomorrow it always helps me think" & we talked salmon fishing the rest of the way home. I was starting to like this dude...
That night Dad's previously caught salmon was the centerpiece of a lavish meal & drink. They turned the generator on for its usual evening run, so music & lights abounded along w / hot water for the redwood tub that Rhubarb & I took major advantage later when alone. Also could use some of that warm water to rinse off our ripeness. Goddamn each time we fucked it got better but I was feeling the major deracination from my upper middle class roots w/ this back to the earth outhouse, minimal hot running water & limited electric shit.
Dad woke me up at dawn for the half hour hike to river & we found more common ground in the .45 he carried in his fishing vest as I tried it out. We were able to pick & choose the better or largest of seemingly suicidal salmon until our arms felt like lead weights. Dad also opened up conversation wise & I got a crash course in light deprivation selective breeding & other dope growing info that totally went over my head. Mid-morning we hiked back & he showed me numerous small stands of magnificent monster sized plants that were so hidden I didn't even spot until within feet of them. He proudly showed his invisible & gravity fed long drip system connected to well near house. He could water or fertilize all the stands w/ one lever turned on. He also showed me the barn which functioned as a starter greenhouse mainly. But what really impressed my resin soaked brain was the dozens upon dozens of drying stalks hanging & the special reserve hashish mixture that he was experimenting w/ that had veins of opium mixed in. The stoner in me was impressed & before lunch showed me various poppy plants & how to collect the milky fluid that drips out of the unripe seeds after scoring. While he downplayed the sticky hash, he did gift some for me to try later. I couldn't help but think I was really liking this dude more...
As Rhubarb's whole family wished us safe travels headed back home after lunch same day & she treated me to some Chinese takeout that night. After more fucking we did after dark recon to parlor lot & nothing looked out the ordinary. My plan (sic) was after work the next night to try it. Rhubarb was to do some daylight walk byes & see if anything looked out of place.
Home after work & Rhubarb not only had stocked my fridge & some cabinets w/ food & was very excited about our upcoming "caper" & "fucking over the pigs". LOL. While nowhere as excited of the whole plan she did tell me her daylight walk byes had produced nothing worrisome & she spent quite some time at bus stop w / a good view. Mentioned that "Huggy Bears" car was still parked in the street.
I took full advantage of her excited state as she pulled my jeans & shirt off for more fuckery. I was really liking this free range wild child of the cosmos more than ever...
In those days of limited or zero 24 hour surveillance the "fucking over the pigs caper" turned out to be anticlimactic in all aspects. After slinking by nonchalantly by around 10:30 PM. W / Rhubarb as lookout, some compound muscle on the lock & I quickly fired van up. Once clear of the lot as I idled w/ headlights off, Rhubarb locked the gate w/ a new lock she had bought that day expressly to. Well.... just because she thought it'd be "fucking hilarious to change their lock". Thinking of my previously lost court case I did find it satisfying & pretty funny as she threw lock keys out the window as I drove while leaning over to stick her tongue in my ear.
We were home to my garage in minutes & Rhubarb got the cash out from under the floor mats & safe secured in my apartment. After moving all her shit to one end of the van & removing padded sections around bed & mattress. I unscrewed some panels she pointed out & pulled out two doubled up bags of that sweet bud. One full pound & some random ounces in my quick stoner reckoning. Sweet fucking Jesus I thought as Rhubarb & I closed up the panels & related then went back in. I'd love to say we got naked & rolled in those sticky buds & cash like the copilot in something stinky, but we didn't. Instead we toked up some of Dad's hashish & fucked until we were fast asleep but not before I fucked that small & tight ass to both our gritty gratification. I was feeling even more enamored w/ this slutty enfant terrible stoner who had stopped charging me after the first night?
Rhubarb headed home the next morning w/ "be in touch soon sweetie" hug & kiss. After work broke out a borrowed triple beam & weighed that hazardous pay bounty up. Came to 20 ounces & change. Which I bagged up in full & half ounces while keeping several for my own use. Sold out almost instantly & soon I had a grand stashed away for another pound + some serious (for the times) discretionary profit. Along w/ an ounce or two for personal use & I was in burgeoning stoner capitalist heaven. I repeated this for the next twenty+ months to my financial furtherance.
Though the acid eating blonde was around less & less w/ demands of college & our relationship was slowly winding down. Rhubarb never complained when she was & more than once gave me some wise beyond her years advice on our relationship.
Also kept track of the bust & legal issues of the other girls who besides a couple months in county jail got off lightly I guess. Not as lucky was Huggy Bear or Judy Landers. Seems that Huggy was wanted for murder in some Eastern Southern state & extradited. While Judy had enough coke in purse to bump it up to a trafficking charge & she went to prison for a spell.
She'd roll into my life a few days or even a week or so at a time in harvest time & not. Park her van in the fourplex driveway & the party would start as soon as I got that day job out the way. Many a concert attended including a memorable lysergic heavy Dead Winterland show where on the drive out the beach after all those glued down characters on her van's dash gave me directions on an undulating paisley road. LOL. She turned me on to Transcendental Meditation which still remains a part of my daily routine. Turned me on to gardening & helped me build some vegetable planters for the duplexes back yard & some of the saplings we planted out front were going strong last time I went by. Quite a few tranquil days fishing day in the woods w/ Dad salmon fishing & hanging out in the redwoods. One of the most memorable parties ever up there when Carter did get elected & fulfilled his draft resister promise. Alas, the whole Emerald Triangle also was slowly changing into a less peaceful & also came under fire from the DEA w/ raids, helicopter surveillance & resulting violence. So family moved San Luis Obispo way for Dad to start his public service gig as part of his sentence. Made perfect sense that he later started teaching horticulture at Cal Poly from what I remember.
Rhubarb & I lost contact when I was the recipient of a head on collision coming back from Santa Cruz on Highway 35 one day. ICU for few days, multiple surgeries then laid up w/ six month recovery period. My folks emptied the apartment as I recovered at home. I put that sweet bud & especially the opium laced hash to very good use during my recovery A good nine months passed & I recovered nicely & moved up to a caretakers cottage on a large estate above the valley. I know it was her influence for me to get back to the country. Somehow a letter postmarked Los Angeles w / only my 1st name & old apartment address was passed to my parents from new tenant in my old apartment. Enclosed in the letter was a photo of her in dorm room wearing same dress from night we first met. She was going to college in Los Angeles area for what I have forgotten. Kept in touch as best we could by mail yet as with the acid eating blonde I discovered that absence sometimes doesn't make the heart grow fonder & ultimately fell out of touch sometime in late 79 or so when we both got involved w/ other relationships.
Had the time of our lives both in & out of the bedroom as she blazed incandescent like a fucking roman candle through those first early years of my so called "adulthood".
Would be another six years +- before I was tempted to P4 P but that's another story.
Oh yeah....along w/ one or two sentimental trinkets from her...I've still got those bolt cutters...
Safe recons & life.
Still need to read your 3 pter
Not unlike ZJ one of my first P4 P experiences was at an AMP in Santa Cruz Ca.
The establishment was Midtown, Pleasure Point area 41st Ave. To be specific.
I was so new and so curious, I lumped up and went in not knowing what to expect.
To my delight I was greeted by a Mid 30's Caucasian MILF.
The massage, if you want to call it that was short lived and within 15 minutes she was naked, graciously allowed my inexperienced, nonrespectful wandering hands to explore her thin sexy body. She gave me a great BJ and with a slight upgrade I sunk the pink. No clock, and for a Rookie I lasted awhile. Saw her a couple times after that and motherfucker, small town, learned years later she was an old friends / classmates Aunt.
El Camino story coming soon. After my Beach Flats story which is my very first P4 P.
