Previously, on A Young American…
To start at the beginning, go here.
Outside the hotel I stood, staring up at the seemingly endless occupied floors. After a few minutes I turned to walk to the nearest bar Barbara’s team had migrated. Atlantic City itself was very small, but they managed to cram in a lot of hotels, bars, and casinos, although I wasn’t surprised.
Luckily everyone I passed was too polite to come out and ask what was wrong with my face. The healing process was slower than my younger years. I sat at the bar, positioned myself center stage, and ordered a Seven and Seven, gulping it down while eyes stabbed my back. Charlie joined me soon enough.
“This place is almost too fancy!” He said, sitting next to me and ordering an imported beer. “Goddamn there are a lot of hot girls here.”
“Keep an eye out for the ones that didn’t bring anybody.” I replied, finishing my drink and ordering another, “They’re the ones that came here to ball someone.”
“They didn’t come here for the free trip?”
“You really think they didn’t have any friends that would drop whatever half-assed plans they had for the weekend to come with them? Or do you think they wanted to mingle around and possibly fuck their way up the ladder?”
Charlie laughed, “I don’t know if that’s their intention.”
“Oh no? I guarantee if I weren’t here, any and every single dude would be making their play for Barb. A: because she’s hot, and B: because she’s high up.”
“But that doesn’t even have anything to do with me.” Charlie whispered back, afraid someone would hear our conversation, “I don’t work for them.”
“They don’t know that. Just play it up that you’re pretty important. Use her to your advantage. Everyone knows her.” Charlie pondered while I rambled on. “What have you got to lose? You don’t know anyone here and you wouldn’t ever see them again. Unless you fucked one. Then you might. Then I guess you’d have to confess that you don’t work there. Then she’d probably get pissed.” Suddenly my plan was flawed, but Charlie had already left my presence.
Godspeed, I thought, raising my glass as he walked away. Barbara plopped down, taking his place. “Where’s he goin’?” She slurred.
“He’s gonna mingle. Something I guess you’ve been doing already.” She dropped her head on my shoulder.
“Damn right! It’s a fuckin’ party!” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
“So is there an itinerary? Or are we just getting fucked up?”
“There’re casinos of course, but my boss informed me of a bar down the street that’s old themed and plays 50’s and 60’s music! And it has a huge dance floor!”
I ordered a shot of Vodka at just the thought of tonight’s events. “Two please.” She said, adding to my order. Over the course of the next few hours I stayed virtually in the same spot as Barbara and Charlie wandered around, drinking and conversing back and forth. Charlie on one end of the spectrum trying to get laid, and Barbara on the other trying to fend off advances. Occasionally people would pop by and tell me how lucky I was to have her.
“Yeah, man. Barbara’s great to work for.” Some asshole next to me was saying, “She’s nice to everyone, no matter who they are, and she’s gorgeous to boot.” He slurped the last of his drink.
“Oh yeah?” I said, leaning close to him. “You should see her naked.” He swallowed a second time, and little beads of sweat formed around his forehead.
“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” We both knew he was going back to his hotel to finish a thought I had placed in his mind. Finally satisfied, I stood up and took a walk. Some people followed Barbara and I to this old style bar.
As we approached we heard in the distance Another Saturday Night. I took a seat at the nearest table. Barbara stumbled her way over to me, trying to groove to the beat. I laughed as she approached. She was singing, “If I don’t find me a honey, I’m gonna have to blow this town. Oh another Saturday night, and I ain’t got nobody.”
She tripped over her almost high heels and I caught her. “Might wanna take it easy there, lover.”
“Why? It’s a party!” She said for the 50th time. Just then, Charlie and a petite young blonde came over to sit with us.
“Enjoying yourself?” I asked.
“You know it. Alex, this is Logan and his girlfriend, Barbara.” Barbara gave a drunken wave.
“Hi.” Alex said shyly.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around the building.” Barbara slurred, “Did a friend bring you?”
She nodded, “My sister offered me a spot and I said hell yeah I’ll take a free trip!” Her comfort level rose dramatically. She probably realized how drunk everyone around her was.
“Here’s to significant others with hookups.” We clanged glasses and drank, sharing stories and food, until Barbara stood back up. Back in my Arms Again had started.
“Oh my God, Logan! We have to dance to this!”
“No, you go ahead.” I said.
“I wanna dance with you.” She pleaded and reached down, grabbing my hand. She jerked me out of my chair with drunken strength. I flew up and she flew back. Our roles reversed as I caught her and pulled her back up.
“Fine, but just for this song.” She clapped and hugged me as we went to the dance floor. Everyone around was having a good time, and I was drunk enough to at least fake it, although it did please me to see Barbara so wrapped up in having fun. We clapped along in all the right places and spun around each other. I wasn’t a great dancer by any means, but I could at least keep a beat. I even successfully swung her under my legs and back.
Guess I got caught in the moment.
We danced to the end of the song, and just when I was about to walk back to my seat In The Still of the Night whispered its way in. Without a moment’s hesitation Barbara grabbed me and pulled me in close as we slow danced, swaying this way and that. I looked around and saw Charlie and his new lady friend doing the same. I gave him the George Mcfly wave, which he promptly returned.
It was hard to tell just how much distance was between the dance floor and the bedroom, but I’m certain it was fairly short. It was like we danced our way there, slipping away from the crowd to outside the hotel, on our floor, and right in front of the door. When we made it to the bedroom, I fell back on the bed and she climbed on top of me.
She leaned down and kissed as I unbuttoned her jacket. Reaching down my pants her cold hands grabbed hold of my hard cock. I cringed at first, but then smiled as I put my equally freezing hands on her nipples. She giggled and took her hand out.
We undressed each other and I laid back while she slid me inside her. She started slow and soft, bending down and letting me suck on her hard nipples. She rode harder, and faster, making it more difficult for me to keep her bouncing breast in my mouth.
Eventually she was slamming down so hard it was hurting my balls, then pushed me back down on the bed and clutched my chest with her hands, using it as leverage. Her hips rocked and her jaw opened wider and wider. Just before she was about to come, up came seven hours worth of hard liquor and fine dining.
Vomit covered my chest and face. She stopped and covered her mouth as she gasped. I was frozen for a moment, and when I cleared my eyes of the orangey yellow liquid I looked at her.
I burst into laughter.
She looked astonished, then she joined in. I started to laugh harder and harder, so much so that my sides began to hurt. For some reason that only made me laugh harder, and it was getting dangerous. Thankfully, I was stopped by my own fit of vomiting. With Barbara still sitting on me, I turned sideways and watched as it crept off the edge of the bed.
We finally settled down, and I held my throbbing sides. “Well, it looks like we’re gonna need new sheets.” I said. That night Barbara and I shared a shower and passed out in the bathroom, with only our naked bodies to keep us warm. The next morning we woke up to a pounding on the bathroom door. “Room service! Are you okay?” She sounded like she was plugging her nose.
“Yeah.” I said, voice a little hoarse. Nothing but silence followed and I tried to fall back asleep, but it was futile. Barbara was sleeping like a rock, so I decided to be a little mischievous. I cranked the cold water on, using my foot to activate the shower. She jolted straight up. I’d never seen nipples so hard before or since. She turned around, skin bubbling with geese and turned the water off.
“You-hooo.” She chattered.
“What? You threw the fuck up on me.” I said in my “I got you” tone. She leaned back and turned the water on full blast again, this time leaping out of the tub before it hit her. My balls took refuge inside me and my dick squealed, “I’m melting!” as I sat up and turned it off.
She was laughing at me, so I jumped out of the tub and grabbed her, “No!” she squealed, “You’re freezing!” I picked her up and carried her out into the living room, wrestling her to the ground. She started laughing again as I pressed my flaccid frozen penis on her pussy lips.
“No, no, please.” She laughed again as they touched, trying to wriggle free, but to no avail. Soon both of our bodies warmed back up, and we stared at each other.
“I think it’s time we finished what we started.” I whispered. She rubbed her nose on mine, grinning.
“Yeah.” We stayed in that hotel room all day. Charlie’s texts went unanswered and Barbara’s calls found her voicemail over and over. We fucked and drank our hangover away as our Swan song played in the background, unheard by all. A soft silence between laughs, moans and gulps that went unnoticed. That was the high point of my relationship with Barbara.