A Night at Belles (Part lll)

(The Madam, Belle, had hired Jerry and Jim 3 monsoon periods ago. They had shown up on her door step in the midst of a down pour. Bedraggled, wet, and hungry.)

 

The sight of a forlornly soaked Gorilla and Satanic faced, four armed, Centaur caused Belle to step back away from the door. It was an involuntary move, more from surprise than fear. Belle had seen it all. So she had thought.

 

Jerry spoke first, "Good evening Madam." The words were distorted because of the long canines which were made more visible when he talked. "My name is Jerry and this handsome devil to my left is Jim. I am xhuman and Jim is off world from a place that is not pronounceable by human or xhuman throat. Actually Jim is not his real name but the name that I have given him. But I digress. We are both strong and willing to work. We are also hungry. Would you have something that we could do that would earn us a meal?"

 

Belle had intuitively known that she was going to be touched upon for food at the minimum. While Jerry was explaining his and Jims presence on her doorstep, she was tallying up the To-Do's that had piled up since the last bouncer/handyman had mysteriously disappeared. She smiled, "I do have some things that need repair, but by the looks of both of you I can see that food should first be offered. The first meal is on the house as should be to troubled travelers. Then we will see what you can do to earn a dry place to sleep and more meals. Tell me, what are you able to eat?"

 

She stepped aside and motioned the odd couple to enter....

A Night at Belles (cont)

Jerry and Jim abandoned the front doors to start mingling with the crowd. They were not there to socialize. They were there to cool emotions. The Kodon warriors out numbered the girls by over 3 to 1. Jerry and Jim seemed to know exactly the right time and place to be when emotions started heating up. By their very presence an island of calm would ripple out and around them. This crowd was going to be difficult. Soldiers by their very nature are not easily cowed. As the smell of alcohol, hemp and sex began to fill the room the risks for violence increased. Jerry and Jim knew violence well, it was the death that accompanied it that they continuously tried to avoid. 

 

The Madam, Belle, had hired Jerry and Jim 3 monsoon periods ago. They had shown up on her door step in the midst of a down pour. Bedraggled, wet, and hungry.

A Night at Belles

The Madam checked the clock on the the wall. It was time.

 

She signaled the two huge bouncers, Jerry and Jim, to open the doors.

 

Jerry was naked. Gorilla naked. Ex-human, now a Gorilla with human intelligence thanks to DNA splice technology. Jim was off world non-human and communicated through Jerry. Jim was analogous to a Centaur with four legs but with four arms also. Jim's' face was red and topped with goat like horns, his teeth sharp as if each filed to a point. A smile from Jim made one feel like dinner.

 

Then Jerry and Jim opened the wide double doors and the noisy mob of Kodon soldiers poured through.

 

The 27 girls in the adjoining room giggled nevously...it would be a busy night.

TGIF

Friday is like a gimmee day...full of potential...from Friday springs the weekend...a quest to cram excitement into two days...at times Friday begins the weekend...making a three day weekend...and three days can be magic...sometimes it seems all of our happiness hinges on Fridays...we have sayings with religious overtones...Thank God It's Friday!...well maybe we only have the one saying...maybe you can think of more but right now I can't...but the nubbin of truth that I am trying to get at here is that Fridays hold a special place in all of our hearts...not as a day of work...but as a day that ends the week and begins the weekend...so what I am advocating here is that we officially recognize Friday for what it has become...the semi official beginning of the the weekend and the end of the drinking drought that the work week hobbles us with out of necessity I am sure...for if we drank during the week like we drink on the weekends...well...AA would have new, "Hi, my name is John and I am an alcoholic." every day...not that many of us fully recognize the drinking ban that is in semi force during the week...but the weekend just seems to kick the chocks out from under the wheels of the train of excess that regularly leaves the station sometime on Friday...TGIF...