Unknown - Spread for pleasure

"I understand and yet I don't," Chris said shaking her head.

"We can't wait so let's roll. We'll use your car and no talking. Sing, talk to yourself but don't let them know I'm in the car. That mean I get in from your side so that there's only one door slam," Lena said smiling.

"I honestly believe you're enjoying this," Chris laughed.

After donning sweaters the two women left the house.

The drive to the Melrose address took surprisingly little time. There appeared to be more than adequate street parking but Lena shook her head vigorously as Chris started to parallel park. She pointed to the sign indicating that the bar had "parking in the rear" and nodded her head.

The lot was almost empty. Chris looked for the red Ferrari but it was not there. Parking near an overhead light not far from the rear entrance to the bar Chris and Lena left the car being careful to maintain the secrecy of Lena's presence.

As they headed for the entry door Lena whispered, "Let me go in first. I'll find a table as near the back as possible. You give me a couple of minutes. Don't act as if you know me when you come in. If I think it necessary I'll make a blatant pass at you."

"OK." Chris replied turning and heading back to the car acting as if she had forgotten something. As she moved through the almost deserted parking lot she felt more than a little frightened. Nevertheless, she carried out her fake search for something in the car. Finally, she directed her steps toward the rear entrance of the bar again. On opening the door Chris was immediately struck by the smell of the place, a mixture of beer, cigarette smoke and sweat. The bar itself was seemed to favor crepuscular lighting probably as much to hide its tawdriness as to encourage drinking. It took Chris more than a few seconds to spot Lena sitting alone at a table off to one side of the front entrance to the place.

There were several other occupied tables. Among them Chris was conscious of one where two men were in amorous embrace and another with four large women all attired in leather of one form or another. She could find no one that seemed to represent Marilyn or members of her group.

Walking toward the bar, where scraggy haired woman stood arranging glasses, Chris feigned more bravado than she felt. She slid onto a stool and asked for a wine cooler. After paying for her drink she sat quietly surveying the room and sipping her insipid drink.

It didn't take long for Chris to be hit on. One of the large leather encrusted women swaggered up to Chris and pushed her red, swinish face into Chris', "You want to make it tonight dearie?"

"No thanks," Chris said trying hard not to let the effect of the smell of bad beer and worse teeth had on her.

Reaching for her arm the big woman said, "Come on once you try it you'll love it." The bar tender had, to Chris' relief, moved behind her. When the large woman grabbed Chris' arm she said, "Susie, get your ass back to your table or I'll have you thrown out again."

The big woman moved away muttering. Chris turned and to thank the bar tender who acknowledged her politeness by saying, "It was nothing. I figured you look good enough to eat so I'd hate to see you have the shit knocked out of you. Just what the hell you doing in a place like this?"

"Waiting for someone."

"You waiting for Betty Morales?"

"No but I know a Betty Morales does she come in here often."

The bar tender laughed. "If you know Betty Morales you know she comes anywhere. Only kidding. The woman I'm talking about is pretty with dark and big tits who wants to fuck the world."

"Sounds like we may be talking about the same woman. Do you expect her tonight."

"Hell yes – what the hell…"

There was the sound of a scuffle and Chris looked over to where Lena had been sitting. Lena seemed to be standing on something. The bartender moved from behind the bar and yelled, "You OK?"

Lena called back, "Yeah but get this dyke out of here before I kill her."

Chris followed the bartender to Lena's table and saw that the big women named Susie was on the floor and Lena had a foot on her neck and an odd grip on one of her arms. Susie's friends had not moved from their table.

As things settled down and Susie and her chums waddled out of the bar Lena whispered out of the side of her mouth, "Here comes the contingent."

Chris turned and waved to Marilyn and to Betty Morales who had just walked in. Both were dressed in clothes one could only find on Rodeo Drive. Marilyn walked over to where Chris was standing with Lena and said, "Was there some trouble a few minutes ago?"

"Yes. I walked over to see if this lady needed help," Chris answered. "Let's us go somewhere and talk."

"You know Betty Morales," Marilyn asked. Chris nodded to Betty who had not taken her eyes of Lena. Lena was equally enchanted, her eyes fixed on Betty's prominent cleavage. Marilyn laughed and said, "I guess she has something more important to take care off so we'll talk at another table."

As they moved toward the bar Chris saw Fred and Billy walk through the back door. They waved and gestured at a table near the door. Marilyn and Chris joined them.

"OK Chris what's up?" Marilyn asked. "Well I am interested in your offer. But I have heard some things about the private Valley hospitals that I wanted to discuss with another professional. I figured you could steer me to the right person or people."

"Oh sure. You could have asked that over the phone for God's sake."

"Not really. See I'm being pressured to stay. So even when I called you there were friends from the hospital around and I don't want everybody knowing my business."

"I understand. How about we all go back to my place and we can discuss this and maybe have a little party," Marilyn said, with what she thought was a licentious leer.

Chris had seen Lena and Betty leave. She was rather surprised that Lena would let her libido override her concern for Chris' safety. Chris obviously would have to play out the hand as best she could.

"Thanks for the invitation Marilyn. Ordinarily I would love to go back to the Valley but it's the wrong time for me," Chris said trying hard not to look at the two silent men.

"OK. Tell you what we better hurry back I'll call you with names of who to contact tomorrow," Marilyn said starting to get up.

"Uh-uh. Wont work Marilyn. If you leave messages they're screened at the hospital. And a home I don't have an answering machine. Give me a name or two now." Chris knew that Joe needed all the time he could get to search so she had to try and stall.

Marilyn fumbled around in her purse. Chris saw a small plastic bag of white powder fall to the floor. She bent to retrieve it but Billy was much faster. "No wonder she always looks like she has just been wakened," Chris thought. She was sure that what she had seen was coke.

Finally Marilyn found a small note pad and a pen. She scribbled a couple of names and phone numbers down and handed the to Chris. "Call these guys tomorrow afternoon. That way I'll have contacted them and they'll know who you are."

"Great. Can I buy you all a drink before we split."

Fred and Billy looked at Marilyn. She hesitated and then said, "Yeah you all order, get me a martini. I'll go to the can meanwhile."

Chris walked to the bar and felt Fred's hot breath on her neck as she leaned forward to order for everyone. She turned quickly and said, "Not now Fred," feigning anger she did not feel.

The bar tender served the drinks just as Marilyn, perky and smiling, reached the table. "That's better," she said grabbing Billy's arm and rubbing her ample breasts against it. "You sure a little party wouldn't suit you Chrisie?"

"Absolutely. I'm not into it when I fall off the roof."

They sat for a few minutes more. It was evident that Marilyn was really lit up. She had steered Billy's hand to one breast and she had the dazed, anxious look of a woman ready to cream at any moment.