cwilleford.miamiblues-第4节

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ear　in　mind；　Frenger；　you　were　never　very　happy　here。〃
　　The　advice　had　been　sound。　After　three　successful　muggings　in　San　Francisco…with　his　powerful　muscles；　it　was　a　simple　matter　to　twist　a　man's　arm　behind　his　back　and　ram　his　head　into　a　wall…Freddy　had　put　three　thousand　miles　between　himself　and　California。
　　
　　Freddy　turned　on　the　water　in　the　tub　and　adjusted　it　for　temperature。　He　undressed　and　read　the　information　on　the　placard　beside　the　corridor　door。　Checkout　time　was　noon；　which　gave　him　twenty…four　hours。　He　studied　the　escape　diagram　and　what　to　do　in　case　of　fire；　then　took　the　room　service　menus　into　the　bathroom。　When　the　tub　was　filled；　he　turned　off　the　faucet。　He　went　back　to　the　bar；　filled　a　tall　glass　with　ice　and　ginger　ale；　and　got　into　the　tub　to　read　the　menus。
　　He　glanced　at　the　room　service　menu；　and　then　studied　the　wine　list。　He　didn't　know　one　wine　from　another。　Vintage　years　meant　nothing　to　him；　but　he　was　amazed　at　the　prices。　The　idea　of　paying　a　hundred　dollars　for　a　bottle　of　wine；　even　with　a　stolen　credit　card；　struck　him　as　outrageous。　The　thought　also　made　him　cautious。　He　knew　that　as　long　as　he　did　not　buy　anything　that　cost　more　than　fifty　dollars；　most　clerks　would　not　call　the　800　number　to　check　on　the　status　of　the　credit　card。　At　least　this　was　the　usual　policy。　And　in　hotels；　they　usually　didn't　get　around　to　checking　the　card　until　the　day　you　checked　out。　But　he　had　taken　a　135…a…day　suite。　Well；　he　wouldn't　worry　about　it；　and　as　he　thought　about　the　mugging　of　Herman　T。　Gotlieb　in　the　alley；　he　felt　a　little　more　secure。　That　was　the　safe　thing　about　mugging　gays；　the　police　didn't　worry　much　about　what　happened　to　them。　At　the　very　least；　Mr。　Gotlieb　had　a　bad　concussion；　and　he　would　be　a　very　confused　man　for　some　time。
　　Freddy　got　out　of　the　tub；　dried　himself　with　a　gold　bath　sheet；　and　wrapped　it　around　his　waist。　He　needed　a　shave　but　had　nothing　to　shave　with；　his　face　was　clean　but　felt　dirty　with　its　blond　stubble。　He　went　through　his　stuffed　eelskin　wallet　again。　He　had　79　in　bills　and　some　loose　change。　The　San　Franciscans　he　had　mugged　had　carried　very　little　folding　money。　He　had　seven　credit　cards；　but　he　was　going　to　need　some　more　cash。
　　He　put　the　stolen　Cardin　suitcase　on　the　coffee　table。　It　was　locked。　If　there　was　a　razor　in　the　case　he　could　shave。　He　didn't　have　a　knife…perhaps　there　were　bar　implements。　Yes；　a　corkscrew。　It　took　five　minutes　to　jimmy　the　two　locks。　He　opened　the　suitcase　and　licked　his　lips。　This　was　always　an　exciting　moment；　like　opening　a　surprise　package　or　a　grab　bag。　One　never　knew　what　one　would　find。
　　It　was　all　women's　stuff：　nightgowns；　skirts；　blouses；　slippers；　and　size　61/2　shoes　in　knitted　covers。　There　was　a　black　silk　cocktail　dress；　size　seven；　a　soft　blue　cashmere　sweater；　size　seven…eight；　and　a　pair　of　fold…up　Cardin　sunglasses　in　a　lizard　case。　The　items　were　all　expensive；　but　there　was　no　razor；　apparently；　the　young　mother　who　had　owned　the　suitcase　didn't　shave　her　legs。
　　Freddy　dialed　the　bell　captain　and　asked　to　speak　with　Pablo。
　　〃Pablo；〃　he　said；　when　he　got　the　bellman　on　the　line；　〃this　is　Mr。　Gotlieb　up　in　seven…seventeen。〃
　　〃Yes；　sir。〃
　　〃I'd　like　a　girl　sent　up。　A　fairly　small　one；　size　seven　or　eight。〃
　　〃How　tall？〃
　　〃I'm　not　sure。　How　tall　are　sevens　and　eights？〃
　　〃They　can　run　pretty　tall；　from　five　feet　on　up　to　maybe　five…six　or　more。〃
　　〃That　doesn't　make　any　sense。　How　could　one　dress　fit　a　woman　five　feet　tall　or　five　feet；　six　inches　tall？〃
　　〃I　don't　know；　Mr。　Gotlieb；　but　women's　sizes　run　funny。　My　wife　wears　a　size　twenty…two　hat。　I　wear　a　seven　and　a　quarter；　and　my　head's　a　lot　bigger　than　hers。〃
　　〃All　right。　Just　send　me　up　a　small　one。〃
　　〃For　how　long？〃
　　〃I　don't　know。　What　difference　does　it　make？〃
　　〃You're　still　on　nooner　rates。　I've　got　one　small　one　for　you　now；　but　she　gets　off　at　five。　That's　all　I　got　now。　Tonight；　I　can　get　you　another　one；　even　smaller。〃
　　〃No。　That's　okay。　I　won't　even　need　her　till　five。〃
　　〃In　about　twenty　minutes；　then？〃
　　〃Tell　her　to　bring　me　up　a　club　sandwich；　with　some　dill　pickle　slices　on　the　side。〃
　　〃She　can't　do　that；　sir；　but　I'll　send　the　room　service　waiter　up　with　the　club　sandwich。〃
　　〃Good。　And　I'll　take　care　of　you　later。〃
　　〃Yes；　sir。〃
　　The　club　sandwich；　a　nice　one　with　white　turkey　meat；　bacon；　American　cheese；　lettuce；　and　tomato　slices　on　white　toast；　was　12；　plus　a　1　service　charge。　Freddy　signed　for　it　and　gave　the　waiter　a　1　tip。　Even　though　there　were　pickles；　potato　chips；　cole　slaw；　and　extra　paper　cups　of　mayonnaise　and　mustard　on　the　side；　Freddy　was　appalled　by　the　price　of　the　club　sandwich。　What　in　the　hell　had　happened　to　the　economy　while　he　was　in　prison？
　　Freddy　ate　half　the　sandwich　and　all　of　the　pickle　slices；　then　put　the　other　half　into　the　refrigerator。　The　other　half；　he　thought；　is　worth　six　bucks…Jesus！
　　There　was　a　light　knock　on　the　door。　Freddy　unfastened　the　chain　and　opened　the　door；　and　a　young　girl　with　small　and　very　even　teeth　came　in。　She　was　a　small　one；　all　right；　standing　about　five…three　in　her　high　heels。　Her　well…defined　widow's　peak　and　smallish　chin　made　her　face　heart…shaped。　She　wore　tight　jeans　with　ROLLS…ROYCE　embroidered　on　the　left　leg　in　three…inch　white　block　letters；　a　U…neck　purple　T…shirt；　and　dangling　gold　earrings。　Her　soft　kangaroo　leather　drawstring　bag　was　big　enough　tohold　schoolbooks。　Freddy　estimated　her　age　at　fifteen…maybe　sixteen。
　　〃Mr。　Gotlieb？〃　she　said；　smiling；　〃Pablo　said　you　wanted　to　talk　to　me。〃
　　〃Yeah；〃　Freddy　said。　〃How　old　are　you；　anyway？〃
　　〃Nineteen。　My　name　is　Pepper。〃
　　〃Yeah。　Sure　it　is。　You　got　any　ID？〃
　　〃My　driver's　license。　I　just　look　young　because　I　don't　wear　makeup；　that's　all。〃
　　〃Let's　see　the　license。〃
　　〃I　don't　have　to　show　it　to　you。〃
　　〃That's　right。　You　don't。　You　can　leave。〃
　　〃But　if　I　show　it　to　you；　you'll　know　my　right　name。〃
　　〃But　I'll　still　call　you　Pepper。〃
　　She　took　her　wallet　out　of　the　bag　and　showed　Freddy　her　Florida　license。　The　name　on　the　license　was　Susan　Waggoner；　and　she　was　twenty　years　old…not　nineteen。
　　〃This　says　you're　twenty。〃
　　She　shrugged。　〃I　like　being　a　teenager。〃
　　〃What're　the　rates？〃
　　〃For　nooners…half…hour　limit…fifty　dollars　until　five　o'clock。　Then　it　goes　up　to　seventy…five。　I　get　off　at　five；　so　for　you　it's　only　fifty；　unless　you　want　extras。〃
　　〃Okay。　Let's　go　into　the　bedroom。〃
　　Pepper　pulled　down　the　spread　on　the　queen…size　bed；　then　the　sheets；　and　smoothed　them　out。　She　slipped　off　her　shoes；　her　T…shirt；　and　her　jeans。　She　was　not　wearing　a　bra；　nor　did　she　need　one。　She　rolled　off　her　panties；　lay　down　on　the　bed；　and　put　her　hands　behind　her　head　as　she　spread　her　skinny　legs。　As　she　locked　her　fingers　behind　her　head；　her　small　breasts　almost　disappeared；　except　for　the　taut　strawberry　nipples。　Her　long　auburn　hair；　in　a　ponytail　fastened　with　a　rubber　band；　made　a　curling　question　mark　on　the　right　side　of　the　pillow。　Her　well…greased　pubic　hair　was　a　kinky　brownish　yellow。
　　Freddy　unwrapped　the　bath　sheet　and　dropped　it　on　the　floor。　He　probed　her　pregreased　vagina　with　the　first　three　fingers　of　his　right　hand。　He　shook　his　head　and　frowned。
　　〃Not　enough　friction　there　for　me；〃　he　said。　〃I'm　used　to　boys；　you　see。　Do　you　take　it　in　the　ass？〃
　　〃No；　sir。　I　should；　I　know；　but　I　tried　it　once　and　it　hurt　too　much。　I　just　can't　do　it。　I　can　give　you　a　blow　job　if　you　like。〃
　　〃That's　okay；　but　I'm　not　all　that　interested　anyway。　You　really　should　learn　to　take　it　in　the　ass。　You'll　make　more　money；　and　if　you　learn　how　to　relax…〃
　　〃That's　what　Pablo　said；　but　I　just　can't。〃
　　〃What　size　dress　do　you　wear？〃
　　〃It　depends。　I　can　wear　a　five　sometimes；　but　usually　I'm　either　a　six　or　a　seven。　It　depends　on　who　makes　it。　They　all　have　different　sizes。〃
　　〃Try　this　on。〃　Freddy　brought　her　the　black　silk　dress　from　the　sitting　room。　〃Put　your　shoes　on　first；　and　then　look　at　the　mirror。　There's　a　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　the　bathroom　door。〃
　　Pepper　slipped　into　the　dress；　turned　sideways　as　she　looked　into　the　mirror；　and　smiled。　〃It　looks　nice　on　me；　doesn't　it？　I'd　have　to　take　it　in　some　at　the　waist　though。〃
　　〃You　can　have　it　for　fifty　bucks。〃
　　〃All　I've　got　with　me's　a　twenty。　I'll　give　you　a　free　blow　job　for　it。〃
　　〃That's　no　offer！　A　man　can　get　a　free　blow　job　anywhere。　The　hell　with　it。　I'm　not　a　salesman。　Keep　the　dress。　And　while　you're　here；　take　this　suitcase　full　of　stuff。　There're　some　skirts　and　other　things　in　it；　and　a　nice　cashmere　sweater。　Take　the　suitcase　too。〃
　　〃Where'd　you　get　all　these　nice　clothes？〃
　　〃They　belong　to　my　wife。　When　I　left　my　wife　I　took　the　stuff　with　me。　I　paid　for　it；　so　it　was　mine　to　take。〃
　　〃You　left　your　wife？〃
　　〃Yeah。　We're　getting　a　divorce。〃
　　〃Because　of　the　boys？〃
　　〃What　boys？〃
　　〃You　said　you　were　used　to　boys；　and　I　just　assumed　that…〃
　　〃Jesus　Christ。　How　long've　you　been　working　for　Pablo？〃
　　〃Since　the　beginning　of　the　semester。　I　go　to　Miami…Dade　munity　College；　Downtown。　I　need　the　money　for　sch