The Body Shop by Paul Solotaroff & Paul Solotaroff

Author:Paul Solotaroff & Paul Solotaroff [Solotaroff, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-316-08883-1
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Published: 2010-04-12T04:00:00+00:00

Ten

The Ride of the Four Whoresmen

August 1976

OWING TO MY SCHEDULE—I’d danced till one a.m. for a party of legal secretaries in Dyker Heights—we didn’t get to Jones Beach much before noon and had to walk forever in the hotfoot sand to find a patch of grit to lay our spread. It was a boiling Sunday in a summer full of them, and todo el barrio had caught an earlier train and was all set up for the quinceañera. Radio—cassette decks boomed from blankets, treating us to Spanish class at one hundred beats per minute. Teenage mamis in full eye makeup congregated at water’s edge, careful not to get their toenails wet. Kate made a face as she slipped her shorts off. “Somebody here owes me a week away and not to South Jersey,” she said. “As little as I see you, it better be nice. Block Island would do, for starters.”

“Well, but when?” I said. “Angel’s booked me through the month, and then it’s back to school the week after.”

“And I tell you I don’t get it. Who’s here still in August, that you have so many catering jobs suddenly?”

“It’s crazy, huh?” I reached up under her shirt to spread lotion on her back. “Believe me, it’s hell wearing that hot tuxedo, but I really need to strike while there’s all this work.”

I cinched my arms around her waist and clasped her to me to graze her fragrant neck. “We’ll get away this fall, do a four-day thing. Maybe fly to Jamaica or someplace. In the meantime… Mmm, I Iove the scent of you here. And there… and—”

“If you loved it, you’d take me to Bermuda,” she vamped, trying none too hard to pull away. “And no sex here in little San Juan.”

“What, I can’t give a harmless kiss to the hottest girl on the beach?”

She snickered softly. “You don’t have a harmless bone in you. I thought you did, but boy, was I ever wrong.”

Still, she sagged against me, eyes shut and head back, humming a drowsy tune. We’d fucked at three a.m., when I came in from work, and then again at nine when we awoke. Such was the force of my seething need, though, that here I was again with my billy club. I arched away from her and looked down timidly; the head of my cock poked out of the low-cut Speedo. Before I got things sorted, I glanced around. There were half a dozen people staring at me.

“Fu-uck,” I groaned, yanking her to me again for cover.

“What?” she murmured. “Did you forget to bring the—whoa, and what’s this now?”

“Don’t move,” I said. “Just stay there till I tell you.”

On the blanket across from us, a grade school girl cast a frown at me. “You nasty ,” she said, picking a scab on her elbow.

I mouthed the word sorry, then winked at her, trying to buy forgiveness.

“Ucch,” she said, and spun on her heel, marching toward the G-rated surf.

“You’re scaring me,” Kate murmured, oblivious of the girl but not the crazed intruder against her rear.

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