Chapter 4: Molly

Molly first appearance.

When I entered the bar, I scanned the room to see who was there and find Mary.

At one table sat a couple with a teenage boy and girl, a family on a trip I thought; at another table, three men chatting, perhaps a business meeting; at the bar, with her back to me, a blonde woman with a chignon, it could be Mary, her proportions were similar; in another area of the bar, a man alone, I thought of a travelling salesman; at a table in a corner, another man alone; at a table by the window, a red-haired woman talking to a tall man, it could be a married couple or perhaps a man and a woman flirting; finally, seated at a table, a woman with black hair and sunglasses, perhaps Mary, as I couldn’t clearly distinguish her with the sunglasses.

The men were out of the way, but there were four women. I suddenly thought that we hadn’t discussed how extreme it was to dress up, but it seemed to me like a very extreme change, and it didn’t fit Mary’s fantasy that she had dressed up as a man. Ruling out the married woman as well, as it seemed impossible for Mary’s ‘costume’ to include a whole family, there were three women, but the redhead was with someone, so it had to be either the blonde or the brunette.

The brunette woman had sunglasses that made it difficult to recognise her, but her hair was shorter and straighter than Mary’s, and it seemed difficult to me that Mary could hide her long, curly blonde hair under such a wig, so she must have been the blonde woman with her back to me. Mary must have changed her hairstyle and dressed in clothes that weren’t her usual clothes.

I walked over to her, sat down on the bar stool next to hers, and said, “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit down?”

When she turned to me, I was totally flattened. She wasn’t Mary; she was quite a bit older and had a rounder face. She said very kindly, “Yes, of course.”

I thought about how to get out of the situation without looking bad or offending her. Clumsily, I told her that I had mistaken her for an old classmate I hadn’t seen for a long time. She told me she was in town on a work trip and was having a drink before going to her room. We chatted for 5 minutes, and, luckily, she told me she was tired and went to bed.

I looked at the dark-haired woman. I didn’t want to repeat the blunder or look like a nuisance who was pestering and trying to pick up all the women. I kept glancing sideways so as not to be annoying. I didn’t think it was Mary, but at the distance I was standing, I couldn’t make her out very well. Then I noticed the woman with red hair. Her hair looked like Molly’s, but it was red, and it didn’t look like she could hide her real blonde hair under the red. I also thought I could make out that her eyes were green, not blue like Mary’s, and she was in company.

I concluded that Mary had not yet arrived and decided to wait. I asked the waiter for a drink to have while I waited.

I waited, staring at the door of the bar, and after several minutes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the red-haired woman got up from the table, leaving the man seated. I saw that she was walking towards me.

She was wearing a very elegant, tight-fitting, emerald green dress that enhanced her spectacular form. The dress was long, ankle-length, with two slits down the sides that, when she sat or walked, tantalisingly showed off her legs up to her thighs. The dress had a high neck and long sleeves, but as she sat with the man, I had seen that it exposed her back from neck to almost buttocks. Green high-heeled shoes completed her outfit.

She did indeed have green eyes that matched her dress, and her face appeared slightly thinner than Mary’s with more pronounced eyebrows.

I thought, half seriously and half jokingly, that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with her if Mary didn’t show up. She was a beauty, and I couldn’t help admiring her.

I averted my eyes from her with some difficulty as she approached, so as not to be impertinent; I had ‘messed up’ quite a bit before.

I noticed her coming up next to me at the bar counter, and suddenly I heard Mary’s voice saying, next to me, “Sorry to bother you, but I’m tired of putting up with some jerk trying to pick me up. To cut him off, I told him I was waiting for a friend and said he had already arrived. Do you mind pretending you’re the friend I was waiting for?”.

I turned around in astonishment. The red-haired woman was Mary, but you had to look very carefully to recognise her. Her hair was red, her eyes were now green, her eyebrows were thicker, and her makeup made her look like she had different features. In addition, the more intense make-up than usual on her eyes and mouth changed her even more. Instead of her usual honeysuckle-scented perfume, she was wearing a delicate perfume reminiscent of jasmine.

It took me a while to regain my speech, in which Mary took the opportunity to ‘introduce’ herself, “My name’s Molly, by the way,” and give me the hug that corresponded to the ‘waiting’ friend, for the jerk to see.

I almost stammered, “Nice to meet you, Molly; my name is Buck. Of course I can pretend I’m the friend you were expecting.”

“Thanks, Buck. I hope you’re not a pain in the ass like the one who sat with me. It looked to me like you were trying to pick up a woman,” she said with a grin, conveying her amusement at my confusion.

“It’s just that I mistook her for an old classmate,” I stammered, sticking to the silly excuse I used earlier.

“What do you do for a living, Buck?”

“I’m a graphic designer. I design posters, logos, corporate presentations, and brochures.”

“Do you live in this town?”

“Yes, I live here; where do you live?”

“I live in a city by the coast. I’m on a trip; I’ve taken the weekend off to travel and have fun.”

“That’s great. And you, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a dancer.

“I’m not surprised; you have a very nice and agile body. It looks like we’re both in the arts. What kind of dance is it? Modern?Swing? Ballet? Folk?”

“I’m a strip tease dancer.”

I choked on my drink.

When I recovered, I said, coughing, “That’s interesting. I’ve never actually gone to a club to see a strip tease.”

“That’s too bad. It’s very nice. And although people don’t know it, besides having a nice body, you have to be in very good shape. To get up on the bar and hold on, you have to have good muscles and agility.”

“Yes, I believe you,” I replied. Mary had not only disguised herself beyond recognition; she was totally into her role, and, above all, she was more bold and daring than I had ever seen her. And in total control of the situation.

“Since you helped me get rid of that jerk, and you say you haven’t been to a club to see a strip tease, would you like me to dance for you? I have a room in this hotel. If you have no other plans, of course.”

“I’d be delighted.”

“Then let’s go up to my room. But make no mistake, I’m a professional dancer, not a whore. Don’t think I’m going to sleep with you.”

“Of course,” I replied.

We walked to the lift, and as we rode up, I couldn’t stop admiring her. I was lucky to have such an attractive wife, one who was so enthusiastic about encouraging our sexual life.

We went up to her room, and there she made me sit on a chair, “Sit on this chair. I don’t have a bar here or the clothes I usually wear, but it will give you an idea.”

“Thanks; it’ll be great in any case.”

She reached for the music on her mobile, and ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ by Joe Cocker started playing. Mary began to dance to the suggestive rhythm of the music. Although her dress was not ideal for a strip tease, and because of her bare back, I had noticed that she was not wearing a bra, only panties, which left her few pieces of clothing to remove, she managed to put on a real show.

She played at removing the long sleeves of her dress in a way that reminded me of the famous scene from the film ‘Gilda’. She teased me by pretending she was going to show me her breasts and hiding them with the dress. She let the dress fall down very slowly, and finally, after dancing a lot in a very suggestive way, she took off the thong she was wearing. I saw with surprise that she had shaved her pubic hair. She looked beautiful, her body naked, panting, and slightly sweaty. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, throw her on the bed, and make mad love to her.

She asked me, “Did you like it, Buck?”

“Yes, very much. Molly, you’re beautiful, and you’re a good dancer.”

“I’ve been out on the town all day, and this dance has made me so sweaty. I’m going to take a shower. Don’t go, Buck. When I get out, we’ll have coffee.”

She kept playing the role and playing with me, teasing me, knowing how desperate I was. Would she be able to go out and just have coffee? I didn’t react; I was fascinated.

When Mary came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a bathrobe. She came over to me, straddled my legs, and said, “The truth is, whenever I dance, I get so excited. It turns me on to see all the men looking at me and wanting me. Do you want me, Buck?”

“Yes, with all my heart.”

“Would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“But I see you’re married, Buck,” Mary said, smiling and pointing to my ring on my finger, “I wouldn’t want to break up a marriage.”

Damn, I thought, I forgot to take my ring off. And Mary was taking every opportunity to play games with me, hindering my chances of going to bed with her.

“I’ve been separated for a while, but it was friendly, and I have very good memories of her, so I’m keeping it,” I improvised.

Then she hugged me and kissed me passionately. I hugged her and ran my hands all over her body, with my hands over her bathrobe. She stood up and began to undress me as she said, “Let’s go to bed, Buck. I’m looking forward to being fucked by a handsome, strong man like you.

She took off all my clothes and, unfastening the belt of her bathrobe, let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked too.

She knelt down, grabbed my cock with her hand, and said, “What a nice big cock you have, Buck. I can’t wait to feel it inside me,” putting it in her mouth and beginning to suck it. With the excitement and desire that all the week’s games had given me, not to mention Mary’s dance I had just seen, my cock was very erect and very hard, and I knew it would be hard for me to take much of it, and besides, I didn’t want to. I couldn’t wait to make love to Mary.