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The Apartment Manager
CHAPTER ONEMusic coming through the big speakers was turned up high, the driving, acid rock beat reverberating heavily in the dimly lighted, smoke-filled room, and as the petite waitress, clad only in a scanty bikini bottom, served their beer, collecting a dollar bill for the two glasses of brew, which included her tip, Gayle Bookman glared around in rising anger, sorry she had agreed to come to this place with her husband, Jim. It would have been all right, if they could have afforded spending the money, but Jim wasn't working. He had been laid off, two weeks ago, and that dollar the semi-nude waitress had picked up was almost the last of their cash. Unemployment compensation hadn't started... yet. As she looked around, she noticed the patronage was predominantly men; there was only a sprinkling of women in the audience. All eyes were glued on the tiny stage.Spot-lighted on the slightly raised stage, separated only nominally from the low bar that ran along three sides of it, every seat occupied by an ogling man, a completely nude brunette danced, energetically, to the raucous rhythm of drums, guitars and half-shouting voices. Gayle watched her for a moment or two with a feeling of embarrassment and a rising sense of disgust, as she shifted her eyes to look across at Jim. She saw on his face and in his eyes that same look of lewd anticipation that was plastered across the face of every other man in the topless bar. It was the same expression of animalistic sexuality he had whenever he wanted to have sex with her. The dancer was a beautiful woman. No one could deny that; it was her dance that disturbed Gayle.The brunette, dancing on the stage, was gyrating her body in a blatant dance of sex, her hips thrusting forward and undulating in definitely erotic motions; then there was the deep squat, with wide-spread thighs, performed right in front of one or another of the men seated at the bar. Quite often, at the end of a musical phrase, she kicked her leg high, over the men's heads, as they gazed up into her loins to catch a flashing glimpse of her genitals. Gayle hadn't caught it, at first, when the woman's closed fist moved up and down, describing a short arc in front of her pubic mound; she had done it three times, before Gayle realized that it was an obscene gesture, imitating male masturbation. It revolted her.She leaned across the table, so Jim would hear over the loud music. "This is disgusting!" she said. "I'd just as soon leave right now!"Jim's handsome face reflected a moment of panic, before he grinned and said. "Relax... and drink your beer, Honey. There's a special show, tonight, I want you to see!""I've seen enough, already!" she snapped.His eyes turned back to the stage. The brunette's dance was ending, the music fading out, the woman flashed a quick smile at her appreciative audience, giving a quick curtsy that seemed out of keeping, Gayle thought. The demure curtsy didn't seem to fit in with the sexy nature of her dance. Quickly, the woman left the stage, stopping only momentarily to retrieve the garments she had shed. There were friendly calls to her, bordering on the suggestive, from a few of the men, the lithe brunette, fielding them with a good-natured rapport.Gayle knew she hadn't gotten through to him; he was too absorbed in watching the brunette. Picking up the glass of beer, she sipped at it. She didn't like the taste of it; beer was always too bitter. As she drank, she wondered at the sometimes strange ways of men. How was it they could profess an undying love for their wives or sweethearts, yet they seemed to get such a charge out of watching other women? They looked at them on the street, the beach... and in these topless bars, not to mention picture magazines featuring nude women or stag movies. Sex, she decided, must be on most men's minds, most of the time... and that included Jim. He seemed to be wanting it all the time! The worst part of it was he was always approaching her at the wrong times. He very often wanted to make love to her in the morning, and since he had been laid off at the plant, for the last two weeks, he'd been trying to get her to go to bed with him during the afternoon.It always broke into her routines of shopping, cleaning, sewing or washing and setting her hair, and when she refused him, he was irritable and petulant. Maybe she'd never be able to understand him, completely; on the other hand, Jim didn't try very hard to understand her. Actually, what it boiled down to, she decided, was that her husband was too demanding.The silence from the big speakers was welcome to her. She turned to Jim and started to suggest, again, that they leave, but just then, a heavy-set, slightly balding man, with a florid, heavy-jowled face, mounted the stairs to the platform amid some joking cat-calls, interspersed with some drunken demands that he take it off."Jim...?""Shhh!" he hissed. "Mr. Sloan's probably going to announce his special show!"She turned back to listen. There would be no getting him to leave, yet. She'd just have to put up with it.The big man on the stage raised his hand for silence, at the same time, parrying the crude jokes of the laughing men, his voice booming out through the speakers. "Not much chance of me taking anything off," he kidded. "I'm the wrong shape... and the wrong sex!""Try us!" a voice shot back."Say... you flatter me... " The bar owner feigned a limp wrist; then, in his normal voice and manner, he went on. "But, you're not here to see me. I just want to tell you about this new thing I'm just starting... in all three of my places. It's what I'm calling Ladies' Night, or maybe a better name might be Ladies' Amateur Night... because that's what it is."He was interrupted by a round of applause; waiting for a moment for it to subside, he continued, "Here's the way it works! Any woman... over 21... can enter the contest.They'll come up here, on the stage... and do their stuff... taking off as much... or as little of their clothes as they feel like. The audience is the judge... the gal that gets the most applause wins... and she gets two hundred dollars, in cash... on the spot! In case of a tie... my wife, Ginny, and I'll put our heads together to break it and come up with the winner. In case any of you don't know my wife, she's sitting right over there!" He pointed to a side table. "Stand up, Ginny... and let them take another look at you!"All eyes in the room swiveled to look where the bar-owner pointed. Gayle couldn't help her gasp of surprise, as the svelte, mini-skirted brunette, with a see-through blouse stood up.It was the same woman who had been doing the nude, sexy dance a few minutes earlier.There was an appreciative round of applause plus a few suggestive propositions. Ginny Sloan merely smiled dazzlingly, around the room and sat down, again."Any of you guys with ideas... just remember, all of that action belongs to me! Look... but don't touch!" the big man reminded them. His sally was greeted with good-natured laughter and another round of wisecracks. Sloan waited a beat or two, then said, "Now, this is the kick-off on this idea of amateur shows... if it looks like they'll go, I'm going to have them on a weekly basis!" He stopped and looked around the room. "I see there aren't too many ladies here, tonight... but I'd like to get on with the show! Are there any ladies here, tonight, who'd like to get up here... and show us what they can do for the grand prize of two hundred dollars?!" The bar-owner reached into his pocket and held aloft two bills. "Here they are! The winner gets paid... on the spot... in cash!"To Gayle's surprise, three women arose and began making their way through the tables to the stairs, at the side of the stage. The first to arrive was a statuesque ash blonde; behind her, coming from the rear of the room was a big-breasted redhead. Last to arrive, somewhat reluctantly, was a willowy platinum blonde, whose hair was, obviously, dyed.Jim was leaning across the table saying something to her. The noise in the room covered his voice, and Gayle said, "I couldn't hear you... What did you say?""I was asking you... if you'd like to give it a try?"She couldn't believe he had said it. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she stared at him, unblinking for a moment, as she gaped with slack jaw; then, recovering, she snapped her mouth closed, and she could feel the uncomfortable flush in her cheeks. "Is that why you brought me here... to get me into a sex show?" she shot at him."Only if you want to... " Jim said, looking away from her steady gaze."... And, what makes you think I'd want to...?""We need the money!" he stated, simply."Ugh!" She was exasperated. Turning, she looked back at the stage where the bar-owner and his wife, Ginny, were talking to the three aspiring contestants.Jim leaned close, pressing his case, now. "You've got more on the ball than any of those three!" he said. "... And, we could walk out of here with those two bills... easy as hell... in about ten minutes!""Jim Bookman!" she spat. "I'm not going to do it! I couldn't take my clothes off... in public... for any amount of money... and I'm surprised you'd want me to!" She glared, angrily, at him, for a moment, before turning back to watch the proceedings on the stage. The three women had mounted the stairs and were standing there ready to begin.The shorter, full-breasted redhead was down center, the big, ash blonde was behind her to the right, and on the left and behind stood the thin, platinum blonde with a nervous smile on her face. She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. The big blonde, Gayle noted, was standing, awkwardly, with a hip thrown out; the redhead seemed to be more relaxed. She was kidding with some of the men seated at the bar in front of her.Jim tried, once more. "Gayle, honey... you even put Ginny Sloan to shame... and you know damn well you do! Why don't you try to pick up those two bills for us?""Absolutely not!" she said, flatly, with determination. "... And, if you keep it up... I'm walking out of here!"He surveyed her grim profile and decided, finally, that she meant it. Settling back in his chair to watch the three women on the stage, he thought about it. They needed the money, and this had seemed like an easy way to get it. All he needed was Gayle's cooperation. Well, he had tried... and one of those three women, up there, was going to walk out, tonight, two hundred dollars richer. It could just as well be Gayle and he!A popular, driving, rock tune came on, loudly, over the speakers, inviting baby to light his fire, and the three amateur contestants began to move to it, each giving their own interpretation to the dance. It was obvious from the beginning that the redhead was the least inhibited of the three. She threw herself into it, wholeheartedly, and was the first to get her blouse off. She wore no slip; her full, round breasts were barely contained in a lacy bra. Beneath her short miniskirt, she had on sheer panty-hose.The big bar-owner threaded his way through the tables toward the rear of the room. He spotted Gayle and Jim and made his way over to them. "Hello, Jim... I see you brought the wife along... ""Yeah... my wife, Gayle... Mr. Sloan... " Jim said, introducing them, casually."Just call me Brad!" Sloan said, amiably; then, "Say... you ought to be up there competing for that prize money!""Gayle just came to watch!" Jim said, pointedly."Too bad... From what I can see... you'd put those three up there to shame!" Brad Sloan said, eyeing her with barely hidden salaciousness."I'm not really interested... Mr. Sloan!" Gayle told him, politely but with dripping acidity.The big man caught her tone and began to move on, "See you around, Jim... and good night, Mrs. Bookman... " He was gone.Gayle watched him go, an unreasoning animosity rising in her. "I didn't know you knew him... " she observed to Jim."Oh, I've been in here, before... ""I sort of gathered that!"The performance on the stage absorbed his interest, and Gayle watched too. The redhead had her skirt off, already, while the other two women were still working on getting their blouses off. Then, reaching behind her, she undid the snaps and whipped the lacy-pink bra off, revealing her luscious, full breasts, satin-smooth and alabaster white, under the merciless spotlights. There was a smattering of applause and a few raucous voices commenting aloud on the extent of her endowments.Jim lit a cigarette, leaned close to his wife and said, "For an amateur, the redhead is doing all right... and she's going to go home with an easy two hundred!"Gayle chose to ignore his remark. There would be little point, she decided, in carrying the argument further. Her mind was made up. There was no way she would even consider doing what the redheaded woman was doing.The platinum blonde had her blouse off, now, and the big blonde had slipped off her skirt; however, the redhead was still outpointing them. She had begun to roll the top of her pantyhose down over her hips, until the beginning of soft, gold-red public hair peeped out over the garment."All the way!" It was a man, down in front, who called out, hoarsely.She pushed the panty-hose down a little more."Take 'em off!" Several voices chorused it.With reckless abandon, the redhead pushed the waistband down over the swell of her hips, swinging around to give the audience a quick view of her smooth working buttocks.Just at that moment, the music ended, and she reached back to pull the covering pantyhose up, again, eliciting a concerted groan from the patrons.Brad Sloan came hurrying to the stage, mounted the stairs and strode forward. "How about a hand for all three of these beautiful girls?" he boomed. An appreciative applause resounded in the room.Going through the motions of the contest, he went then to stand beside the statuesque ash blonde. "Now, let's see which one of these lovelies is the winner. Remember... just applause!" He held his hand over the big blonde's head.Sporadic applause for her danced through the room, along with a few rude boos.The big man crossed over to the willowy platinum blonde and raised his hand over her head, to be greeted with a fairly sustained applause, then, even before he reached the redhead, thunderous applause rocked the bar. She flashed a brilliant smile and colored, prettily, as she took a little bow."Well... there's no doubt, is there?" Brad Sloan said. "And, here's our winner!" He smiled down at the redhead. "What's your name, honey?""Bonnie... Bonnie Hudson... " the redhead piped."All right, Bonnie... you've won yourself two hundred dollars... fair and square. He handed her the two bills."Oh... thank you... Mr. Sloan!" Bonnie gushed."Now... there's only one catch... " Brad Sloan said, with a sly grin. "I get to congratulate the winners... with a big kiss!"Unhesitatingly, Bonnie lifted her lips to him. He took her in his big arms, plastering her near-nude body to him and kissed her, soundly, on the lips. After a long moment, he released her, reluctantly. "This is one of the fringe benefits!" he cracked to the audience, his wit bringing forth guffaws and several crude wise-cracks. Bonnie was a little taken aback. She turned to leave, clutching her two one-hundred dollar bills.Sloan turned with her and said, "You ladies can dress backstage!" Grasping the redhead by the arm, he walked with her to the stairs, talking low and fast! Gayle watched with interest as the three women picked up their clothing, left the stage and went through a curtained doorway. Bonnie was last to go. Brad had talked to her earnestly, until just before she ducked through the curtain.Filled with curiosity, Gayle asked, "What do you suppose he's talking to her about, Jim?""Well... if I know Brad... he knows a good thing when he sees it!" Brad smiled, knowingly."You mean...?""No... not what you're thinking... although, he might try to pick her up, too. He was probably trying to sign her up as a dancer!"Gayle was relieved. "You think she might get a job out of this...?""I wouldn't be surprised!" Jim affirmed. "I think he and Ginny have a deal where they train new dancers.""Oh... ""He's got three of these places, remember... he needs new girls all the time!"The same topless waitress appeared at Jim's side. "More beer, Sir?" she asked."Yes... two more!" he ordered.Gayle tried to signal a no to him, but it was too late. Another of their precious dollars was squandered. "Jim... we really shouldn't... " she began."Drink up, honey!" Jim told her, as the beer arrived. "Because we're going to watch the next show!" His voice was hard and flat. "Whether you want to... or not!"CHAPTER TWOAt precisely 10:30, Buck Marcus rose from his comfortable chair, slipped on a light sweater, and without a word to Audrey, his round, dumpy-figured wife, who sat, comfortably, munching a snack of cheese dip and corn chips, he left his manager's apartment to make his nightly inspection tour. It was a ritual of long standing; of course, what Audrey didn't know wouldn't hurt her. There were certain advantages to managing apartments she would never understand. That's why he consistently resisted her complaining suggestions he get some other job that paid more money. He walked out into the balmy, Southern California night, leaving her completely absorbed in television and food.It was true; part of his job did involve looking around to make sure everything was all right.He walked through the first quadrangle, removing a garden hose from the walk where it could have been a hazard and glancing into windows, hoping to catch glimpses of women tenants in some stage of careless undress; however, it wasn't until he walked through the second quad, where he removed a child's tricycle and a pair of roller skates from the walk, that he was rewarded with a flash of nude flesh as the young widow, with the two obstreperous kids, disappeared into her bathroom. He stood there, still and silent, peering into her bedroom, deciding after a moment, he couldn't afford to be that obvious. He sure as hell didn't want to lose this job, and he wasn't going to do anything stupid to jeopardize it. Anyway, he was headed for a more definite goal. It was almost always a sure thing!There was nothing of interest in the third square, where the swimming pool was located, and he mounted the stairs to the vacant, second-story apartment, at the rear, letting himself in with his pass-key. He walked through the dark rooms, directly to the bathroom, stepped into the bathtub and stood on a low stool he had placed there. Cautiously, he looked down into the bathroom of the ground floor apartment, situated at the rear of the middle quadrangle. The bathroom window, below, was dark. Buck swore silently. The Bookmans must have gone out for the evening. Ordinarily, he could have set his watch by the blonde's activities. By this time, she would have been bare-assed naked, getting ready to take her evening bath.The manager was disappointed, but he had a half-hour to play with... maybe as much as forty-five minutes, before Audrey would become uneasy. There was no sense, he told himself, in pushing his luck... or in provoking more endless arguments.He had, seriously, considered divorce; the deterrent had been money. It was not only the cost of the proceedings, but the alimony he'd have to pay her that decided him against that.Life, for him, had become complicated when Audrey had returned from a visit to her doctor and announced that she was, very definitely, in change-of-life, as she referred to menopause. It had been a change for him, too! Audrey told him, flatly, that their sex-life was ended.He had refused to believe it, at first. Buck was fifty-two years old, still hard-muscled with no extra fat on him, and he was virile. There had been no waning of his potency. Oh, he had slowed down a little, as he had gotten greyer at the temples, but three times a week wasn't too much for him.Then, meekly rotund Audrey had insisted he move twin-beds into their bedroom. He argued against it. She cried bitter, emotional tears, and he had ended up doing what she wanted."What in the hell do you expect me to do?" he asked. "I've got to have a piece of ass pretty damned regular!""I d-don't know... " Audrey blubbered. "All I kn-know is I-I don't want you t-to do it t-to m-me... a-any more!"... And, that was the end of Buck's married sex life!Prostitutes were too expensive. He didn't have the time, energy... or money to pursue other women. How about a mistress? Well, he had found out that was an expensive proposition, too. Then, he had discovered it could be fun watching women in the apartments he managed. He had been watching ever since.Patiently, Buck settled down to wait. There was still plenty of time... and watching Gayle Bookman was always worth while!Gayle walked into the bathroom and snapped on the light. Over her shoulder, she was talking back to Jim, in their bedroom. "Of course I know the rent's three days past due!" she snapped. "That's just another reason why you ought to go down to the unemployment office, tomorrow!".Jim's answer came from the bedroom. "They haven't had anything for me... for the past two weeks... and they won't... not until the whole industry opens up. Those defense cutbacks really hurt us... this time!""So... try something else... why don't you sign up with an employment agency?"Their voices carried up to the manager, waiting in the darkness. He stood on the stool, in the bathtub, again, and looked down. She was there... and she was undressing, as usual. He was in luck. The luminous dial on his wrist watch told him he had only waited for twelve minutes."Those agencies cost too damned much!" Jim stated.So! It was true! Young Bookman had lost his job. That was the reason they hadn't paid their rent on time. Damn! Buck didn't, like the prospect of losing the young couple as tenants. The blonde woman had been one of the best ones he had spied on... getting his kicks through vicarious fantasy.He watched, avidly, as she undressed, her garments coming off, one by one, quickly. She always did it the same way, Buck grinned, musingly, to himself. He knew every move she would make. Her hose were always removed in the bedroom, then, first thing, in the bathroom, she slipped off her skirt. Next, her blouse came off, followed by her frilly slip pulled up over her head, leaving only brief panties and a lacy bra.Sometimes, then, she stood before the mirror putting up her hair, and he'd have to wait to see her completely naked. Tonight, though, she wasn't stopping to put up her hair with bobby pins, and slipped off her panties, almost immediately, revealing the soft, golden pelt of her pubic triangle and the smooth, swelling curve of her hips.Buck gasped, as she bent over to pick up her panties, the fullness of her white buttocks presented to him, momentarily, and there, between her thighs, he saw the pink flesh of her cute little cunt. There was the familiar throbbing ache and lurch in his rapidly growing penis, thrusting j out against his pants, below. Christ! How he'd love to fuck that sweet, young thing! It'd been too damned long since he'd laid a woman!With a deft movement, Gayle unhooked her bra and slipped it off. The full, mounding orbs of her soft, smooth breasts were revealed, and Buck, watching her, wished fervently he could get his hands on them. He knew it was impossible. She'd never have anything to do with the likes of Buck Marcus... or would she? Maybe she would under the right conditions!Just as he knew he would... and always would... he reached down, unzipped his fly and reached inside to bring his heavy, erect cock out, his fist encircling it, holding it for a moment, before moving his hand on it to retract the foreskin.The conversation, in the apartment below, had stopped, and Gayle stooped to turn on the water in the bathtub. Buck gasped, again, with that tiny glimpse he got of her tight, little pussy, and he imagined himself standing behind her, shoving his hard cock up into the soft liquid warmth of it.His hand moved, spasmodically, carrying out his fantasy, but his mind still dwelled on a possibility. Certain conditions were present! If he played it right... maybe he really could get her into bed... for real. A plan began to form in his mind.Satisfied, now, with the water, Gayle stepped into the tub and laid down. Above, in the darkened apartment, Buck watched her every move, as she bathed, his hand moving faster on the shaft of his cock... until at last he came all over the floor.