“Kerri, do you have any Sting?” Jo, her tall and beautiful sister-in-law called from the livingroom.
“I don’t think so. Ron might have some in his collection,” Kerri called from the kitchen. “Your brother listens to everything, from Mili Vanilli to Bach.”
“That sounds like him. So where is your dashing husband this week?”
“He’s spending six months in the Med, remember?”
“Somehow I think it’s more important to you than it is to me. Yeah, I do remember now that you mention it. He won’t be here for my birthday.”
“Lunch is on,” as she pulled up her pants in the bathroom.
“Don’t ever do that to a bi girl like me,” Jo said with a smile.
“Do what?”
“Say lunch is on when your pants are down. I might just take you up on it.”
“If I ever get desperate, I just might take you up on that. But I have mother’s little helper,” she said with a smile.
“I’ve never used one. I’m not as kinky as you are.”
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A blue Lada 2112 circled Moscow on the Ul Suscevkiy Val. Shifting gears it turned south on Novoslobodskaya slowing until it pulled up outside the Boogie-Woogie club and stopped. The silence was deafening after the long trip from Scelkovo. Petrov and Anton sat looking at the signs which glittered off the water in the parking lot. Dozens of people were making their way inside. Petrov stared at one beautiful blonde passing his car. She wore a dark dress which glittered.
“Kahk vaz zavoot?” Petrov whispered. His breath clouded the window, obscuring the vision of loveliness.
“Names? Who cares about names,” Anton scoffed. “She is here today and you will never see her again. Just make up a name,” he chuckled.
“A dream needs a name,” Petrov insisted, opening his door and stepping out. He circled a puddle and bundled his coat around him. The man at the front door gave them a quick glance, saw that they were affluent, and ushered them inside.
“She is half your age, old man. She would never be interested in us, when she can have a young man like him,” he pointed at a passing blonde man in skin tight pants. The man looked at Anton and gave him an alluring glance. “Or perhaps not,” Anton said, digging Petrov in the ribs.
“There’s a seat over there,” Petrov pointed. “Hey, there she is!” he said in awe. She was perched pertly on the edge of her seat giving them a big smile. “A woman can desire many things,” Petrov said with his eyes glued to the blonde. “A good time, a man with money, or just somebody who reminds her of her father. Never rule yourself out until she slaps you and leaves,” Petrov laughed.
The waitress suddenly appeared. Petrov held up two fingers. “Baltika,” he said, looking around the waitress at the blonde. The waitress turned and followed his glance. She beckoned the blonde over to the table. The blonde leaped to her feet and rushed forward. “This is Sasha,” the waitress said. “She’s a regular.”
“I’m Petrov and this is Anton,” Petrov said with a smile. “Can I buy you a drink?” Read the rest of this entry »