I grew up in an Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn. In
the 1980s, when I was in my early 20s, most of the young guys in the area had
social clubs. We paid the landlord's rent to keep the place. It was a place for
us to hang out, drink, and have parties. It was also somewhere to hang out,
play cards, and watch TV on weekend afternoons or whenever we wanted. Most of
my friends and I were there every night.
On Friday and Saturday nights, my friends and I would
meet at our club, have a few drinks, and then head to a dance club or bar to
pick up girls. Again, this was the 80s, and everything was different then. We
would bring girls back to the club when we could to have a good time. In
addition to a long bar, stereo, and dancefloor, complete with a spinning
mirrored ball in the center ceiling, it had couches and stuff to enjoy.
Our club was at the bottom of an apartment building
with eight apartments. The apartment building had two storefronts, and a
smaller group of guys, our friends, had the other storefront as their club.
If you were a tenant in the building, you would enter
the front door between the two storefronts and walk up the stairs to your
apartment. Our club had our own front door, but the other didn't. You had to
enter the apartment building and walk through the hallway to their front door.
Their club was more set up like an apartment.
Our club had two doors: a front door and a back door.
Our back door was across from the other club's front door in the hallway behind
the staircase. The rear doors leading into the hallway were always open, and we
were all always going in and out between the clubs.
It was a great setup. Our club had a bar with a dance
floor and music and was brightly lit up most of the time. The other club was
set up differently. When you walked in from the hallway, there was a small room
with a countertop and stools, just like a diner. They had a stove and grill and
made food on the weekends during our card games. They charged for the food to
help with their rent. My friend Tony would sit behind the counter and hang out
all day, smoking pot and making food when we were there. Most of the guys in
this club were potheads, but they were all our good friends.
During the week or on weekend afternoons, we'd go in
there to smoke pot or bullshit with the other guys when we were all hanging
out. They also had a few rooms with couches that we would use when our club had
parties. We would bring girls into those rooms to get laid or blow jobs. The
place was always full of pot smoke. The girls liked that, too.
We knew these guys had cut slots into the walls so they
could look in when one of the guys was in a room with a girl. They placed
framed pictures over the slots, so behind every hanging picture, there was a
slot. All you had to do was slide the picture to the side, and you had a great
view of the action. Anyone in the room couldn't see you looking in.
The first room attached to the room with the countertop
and grill was the biggest and had the most slots in the walls. There was one
slot where Tony could look in from behind the counter and other slots behind
the framed pictures on the long hall wall leading to the other rooms. There
were three rooms after the kitchen area. Guys never brought their girlfriends
in those rooms; only girls picked up for one-nighters because we knew about the
slots.
The club had a Halloween party in October 1986. I had
been dating my girlfriend Lenora since the summer of 1984. We met down the
Jersey shore, where she lived. She would come North and stay at her sister's
house in Bayonne on occasion, and this was one of those times. I would pick her
up in New Jersey and drive back to Brooklyn for parties and other events. I
picked her up and headed to the club.
Costumes were optional for the party but not for the
members; we had to wear a costume. The whole neighborhood seemed like they were
coming. We loved it because these parties brought in money for the club. The
more money from parties, the less dues we had to come up with. And it always
seemed like everybody owed their dues.
As a member of the club, each member, or at least a
few, had to take turns as bartenders. I was working a shift at this party.
Lenora knew this and was okay with it. She knew my friends and would hang out
at the bar while I worked.
Lenora and I had issues that began that summer but were
still going together. Boredom, in every part of our relationship, was part of
it. We were headed for a breakup. I was surprised she made the trip north for
the party.
When we arrived, the place was already packed. More
than half the crowd wore costumes; some were nice and imaginative. We had a DJ,
and he was blasting disco music. People were dancing and partying and having
fun.
Lenora didn't wear a costume that night. The weather
was excellent for mid-October, and it was warmer than usual. I was dressed as a
police officer, complete with a tie, badge, and toy gun. I looked pretty
authentic, I thought.
Lenora wore a light-colored blouse over a black
mini-skirt. She wore a black onyx necklace, which I gave her, and peep toe
mules with 4” stiletto heels. She wore loop earrings that hung from an inch
long chain in each ear. On her fingers
were numerous gold rings. She looked very hot.
Lenora is 5'2", thin and shapely. She had a pretty
face, dark eyes, and highlighted brown hair that came well below her shoulders.
She was a natural brunette but colored her hair. It was thick and bounced
around when she walked. So did her breasts. She had 34 D-size breasts, with
long nipples, which were always noticeably erect, especially in an
air-conditioned room. She had a nice round ass too.
I got behind the bar, and Lenora found a spot and stood
in the corner of the bar on the side where I was working. People were squashed
all against the bar. I knew most of the people at the party but not everyone.
People invite other friends, so you only know some people. There were a couple
of guys right behind Lenora at the bar. I didn't know them, and they were
wearing costumes. One was in a pirate costume and wore a black eye mask over
his eyes. He was pretty tall and wide and had a mustache. The other guy was
dressed as a zombie and was pretty smashed. He was around the same size as the
pirate, and his costume looked pretty good.
The music was so loud you really couldn't hear very
well. I could see Lenora getting annoyed with the crowd and the pushing and
shoving, but I got her a drink quickly, and she was okay. We had three
bartenders working at a time, so we had the party under control in that regard,
even though we were drinking, too. I wasn't too worried if I had a little too
much because Lenora could drive. She didn't usually drink too much.
Most of the people ordered easy-to-make drinks. We also
made pitchers of kamikazes for people who wanted shots. It was a good way to
get plastered quickly for a dollar a shot because they were easy to drink.
Loads of people ordered them.
While working the bar, I noticed Lenora talking with
the guy dressed like a zombie. It looked like he kept pushing into her because
of all the people. She looked pissed, and it seemed like she told the guy that.
He was pretty smashed and would laugh at her after she turned away from him.
The guy in the pirate costume ordered a few rounds of
kamikazes occasionally and would hand them out to everyone around him,
including Lenora. He was also talking with her. It looked like he was trying to
make peace with her about his friend, and it looked like it was working. I even
noticed him light one of her cigarettes.
There was always a line for the bathroom when we had
parties because of the crowd, and there was only one bathroom. The club next
door was open, so if the members needed a bathroom break, we could head in
there. Tony was there when we had parties because he could make some money,
too. The grill was open, and everyone was always hungry. Not everyone was
allowed in there, though; only people Tony knew from the neighborhood or our
club because of the smoking, among other things.
I mentioned to Lenora when we got there that if she
needed to go to the bathroom, she could go next door and tell Tony she knew me.
The party was roaring, and I was halfway through my bartending shift. Lenora
looked okay and seemed like she was having a good time. Those guys weren't
bumping her anymore and were still buying shots for everyone.
I had to piss, so I told one of my friends behind the
bar and headed off. I noticed Lenora was not in her spot and figured she went
to the bathroom, too. The party was still crowded, and people were having a
good time. A few people were waiting for our bathroom, so I went to the other
club. Lenora was either next store or in our bathroom.
"Hey, Tone," I said as I entered the club.
Tony was grilling something. No one was in there, so I figured it was for him.
"Eddie! How's the party?" he replied. "It's going well. Did you
stop in? I didn't see you, but I've been working behind the bar and have been
swamped. This is my first piss break."
Tony said, "No. I've been busy too, making a few
bucks. Actually, a few guys have been using the rooms", and he laughed.
"Bobby was in here earlier. And now this guy, a friend of Donny's, is in
there with some girl. I've been checking it out when I can", he laughed.
"I'm fuckin' starving, so I'm making myself a grilled cheese. You want
somethin'?" Donny was one of the members of Tony's club.
"No thanks. I gotta get back to the bar. I'm gonna
piss. Then I'll take a peek." I ran to the bathroom and took care of
business. On the way back, I moved one of the pictures on the hallway wall and
looked in the main room.
The view from the slot I was looking through showed
Lenora bent over the back of the couch with her mini-dress pulled up over her
back. Her black panties were down around her left ankle, and the pirate was
fucking her from behind!
The room was well lit, and a waif of smoke filled the
room. Her head bounced wildly, and I could hear moaning despite the blasting
disco music next door. Her head was turned my way, and I could see her mouth
open and her eyes rolling. Her earrings were flying this way and that way. With
his pants down around his ankles, the pirate, with his black eye mask still on,
had his hands on her naked hips, thrusting into her viciously.
As I watched, and much to my surprise, my dick started
getting hard. It was like watching a porno movie but with my girlfriend in it!
As I watched, the pirate pulled his cock out and aggressively turned Lenora
around to face him. Her black onyx necklace bounced up and down, as well as her
breasts. I could see then that he had a big cock, much longer and thicker than
mine, as it stood up, still rock hard.
As she turned around with her back against the couch
and her neck straining up at him, the pirate lifted her left leg quickly and
pushed his big hard cock back into her. I saw something fly up. Lenora's left
shoe and panties flew into the corner of the room.
Holding her leg up, he began fucking her with that same
fast rhythm as before. Her head bounced wildly again, and her moans started
louder than before. Her bare left foot pointed up, quivering with each pirate’s
thrust. One of her hands was against his chest, while the other gripped the arm
holding her leg.
I didn't want to leave, but for some reason, I didn't
want Lenora to know I was watching either. I put the picture back and went to
talk to Tony. He was eating the grilled cheese he had made. I could see he was
high because he was always high in the club.
"Wow, pretty hot stuff," I said, pointing
back at the room. "What's the story with them?" I asked.
Tony nodded, swallowed a piece of food, and smiled.
"Yeah. I smoked a joint with the guy and we were bullshitting for a while.
Then the cute girl came in and was about to ask me something when the pirate
guy said, "The bathroom is down the hall, Lenora."
"She seemed drunk because she was staggering a
little." She turned to the guy and said, "Thank you very much,"
in a snotty way, and started down the hallway. I didn't know why she said it
that way, but she was drunk, and what the fuck do I care? He knew her; maybe
she was his girlfriend or ex or something. He was Donny's friend, so."
"He was watching her walk down the hallway, said,
“I’ll see you later,” and suddenly ran down the hall after her," Tony
laughed. I heard the door to the next room close, so I figured she never made
it to the bathroom, ha ha ha! Then when I got a chance, I looked in, and he was
fucking the shit outta her!"
Even though it was a phony laugh, I laughed and walked
back down the hall to take a final peek. I returned to the picture I used and
moved it to the side again.
This time, Lenora's legs were straight up against the
pirate’s shoulders. She was still leaning against the back of the couch, and
her hands gripped his forearms. His hands were rubbing her breasts through her
blouse. I could see her nipples protruding through.
Both her bare feet bobbed in rhythm to the thrusts. It
seemed her moans were even louder now. I guess she lost her other heel, too. They
were fucking for a while now.
I knew I had to get back, but I couldn't stop watching.
As I was just about to shut the slot, all of a sudden, the pirate pulled out,
let Lenora's legs fall to the floor, and pushed her down to her knees.
With one hand, he held the side of Lenora's head,
turning her face toward his cock. She tried to move it away, but it happened
too quickly. With the other, he started furiously jerking that massive cock of
his. I heard him grunt as he shot all over Lenora's face. He was saying, “Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.” I could see his cock spraying streams of cum. At least three
times, a gob of cum shot onto her face and the front of her blouse and
necklace. All during the fucking she was dressed except for her flying panties
and shoe.
I quickly walked toward the door of the club. I said
goodbye to Tony as I exited. He waved and continued chewing. When I got back
behind the bar in my club, I heard a little shit from my friend but returned to
work. The first drink I made was for me.
Not too long after I got back behind the bar, I saw the
pirate come back in. He looked at me as he passed by me, and I think he was
smiling. He was still wearing that fuckin’ black eye mask! I watched him as he
went over to his buddy, the zombie, who was by the dancefloor and told him
something in his ear, and they laughed. They high-fived each other and went to
the bar. Luckily for me, it was the bar away from where I was.
It was still busy, so I didn't see Lenora return. She
was just back in the original spot at the bar. I went over to her and asked,
"Hey, everything okay? I haven't seen you for a while."
She nodded, then came closer because it was hard to
hear because of the music. "Yeah, I'm fine. Some jerk spilled a drink on
me, and I was trying to clean it in the bathroom." I said, "Oh, so
you met my friend Tony?" She stared for a second, then said, "No. One
of the guys buying the shots before was in there, and he showed me where the
bathroom was. I did see your friend, though."
After the party, I drove Lenora to her sister's house.
It was pretty quiet on the way back. When we got there, it was late, and I
kissed her goodnight. I was tired and wanted to get home and get some sleep.
But on the way home, all I could think about was how Lenora got fucked that
night. My cock was hard the whole way home. I jerked off as soon as I got home.
We broke up just before Thanksgiving that year. I don't
know if she ever saw the pirate again after we broke up, but it's funny how
things work out. We did get back together, though, and we married the following
year. That's when the adventures really began…to be continued.
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