Susie the Floozy

There were several good looking girls at C-Mowes that night. One of them, a trim blonde with an outrageous hairdo was sitting with a guy at a table-----but not for long. While I was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer by myself, the man joined me.

"That damn bitch. She wouldn't sit with me. I bought her a drink and would have bought her more but she told me I had to pay her for her time just for her to sit with me," the man confided in me.

"Takes all kinds," I told him. "You will just have to find someone else."

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And that was about all I remember from that night. I might have gotten drunk. Might have even done a limo with one of the girls. Who knows. But it was only several nights later that I dropped by C-Mowes again. I was living at the farm, wasn't out of the woods yet with Nipples, had started seeing Jan, and my Dad was still alive then, living in a large house in West County. I went to see him but C-Mowes was only 2 miles off of highway 55 so I made a little detour thinking several beers were in order.

One of the first girls I saw at the bar was the trim blonde who had left the guy sitting alone at the table several nights before. She was on me as soon as I came up to the bar. I bought her a beer along with one for myself. Then I started telling her I couldn't stay long since I had to see my dad.

"Come on back and bring him with you, "she said. "He'll have a good time here."

She sure didn't try to charge me for her time. I'm thinking I had two bottles with her before I went out to see my dad over in West County and while I was with him I asked him to go back with me to meet Suzie and the other girls. But he wasn't for it so after spending a few hours with him I went back to the farm-----but first I made another detour, stopping at Main Street where I had a few more beers.

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Then came another night that I don't remember. On second thought I remember the second part of it. It's just the part at C-Mowes that I don't remember very well. Suzie was there and she's the only dancer I recall seeing. For all I know Judy was there who I used to do limos with or any one of a number of girls I used to know.

The part that brings the second part of the evening back to me was Suzie sticking her hand up my shirt and telling me how much she wanted me. I don't recall how we set the whole thing up or what we said to each other--except there was to be no money involved. There's a motel a mile or so down the road called the Econo Inn which is next to the old Main Street which has been closed for several years and that's where we were to meet when she finished her shift.

I waited in my car for a few minutes for her to show up and suddenly there was this beautiful black vette pulling up to me with Suzie driving. I walked up to her car and asked her where we would take it from there. After all, I had several girls in those motel rooms, which I didn't tell her about. It's just that seemed to be the logical thing to do.

"Why don't you just follow me to my place?" she suggested.

"And where's that?"

"Highland."

"Is it far?"

"It's not bad. Not very far at all."

Wrong. But I followed her home. Probably took at least forty-five minutes and she made it out to be way less than a half hour. But the apartment wasn't bad. She had large paintings all over the walls and had a number of stuffed animals on top of her bed. It was an efficiency apartment with the living room and bed room being one room with a kitchen and bathroom behind it. But it was interesting and we soon were sitting next to each other talking about anything and everything.

I didn't have to pay for it but I didn't get any either. Can you believe it-----neither of us made a move on the other. We just sat there with all our clothes on talking. The whole night long and it was well past day break when I left.

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And then she started calling me. At first it was about some guy named Chris whose car had a mishap with hers in the club's parking lot. She made him out to be quite a bastard and she wanted my advice on how to handle her claims both for damages to the car and her inability to make it to work while her car was down. Later on I would actually meet Chris in another club where Nipples was working, and a dancer named Vicki. Nipples, Vicki, Chris, and I ended up going to C-Mowes for a few drinks when their shifts ended. On another night the four of us went together to a non topless club called Stages, which like Main Street, Cheeks, and Exposed, all belonging to Thomas Venezia, was closed down when their owner was convicted of racketeering. Chris turned out to be a helluva guy and it was Suzie who turned out to be unwilling to settle out of court for a reasonable amount. Which is only one of the reasons this chapter is called Suzie the Floozie.

I had a very good friend named Steve who was planning to come out with his three boys. Steve loved that farm of mine and liked to come out to do some shooting or just plain old beer drinking. He had just called and was bringing his step son who was around 15 or 16 and his two sons who were seven and eight. It was right after that when Suzie called to ask me if I wanted to go out. Calling Steve back I told him I might be a little late and that I would leave the house open for him.

I met Suzie at the McDonalds Parking lot in Litchfield, IL., which was around twenty miles from the farm. Pulling up in that black vette of hers she killed the engine and the damn thing wouldn't start up again. I'll have to say this for that car-----it sure looked a lot better than it ran because it wouldn't run very well or for very long. I think it ended up spending more time in her parking lot than on the road.

We got a jump at a close by gas station and we were in business. By the time we got to the farm Steve and his three boys were already there, enscrounched on the large lazy boy couch in the family room or sitting on the floor watching my satelite tv. When Suzie walked in the door I saw the look on the oldest boy's face and knew that like most 15 or 16 year olds he had fallen immediately in love.

Suzie took to all three boys immediately, staying in the family room as Steve and I headed for the kitchen for a little man talk and the refrigerator which was now well stocked with beer. We heard lots of laughter from the family room as we sat together at the kitchen table.

Suzie would come into the kitchen every once in awhile to see what we were talking about and we would check on everyone in the family room only to find Suzie having a ball with Steve's three sons. But with the satelite tv being an ideal electronic baby sitter and Steve's boys now in the middle of a movie, Suzie came in to join us at the table.

She had brought her own booze. A fifth of vodka. No light weight here, when it came to drinking, like many East St Louis dancers, Suzie didn't mess around. After an hour or two we heard this huge commotion outside the kitchen door. Grabbing a mag lite I went outside to see what it was and saw a large raccoon running away from me for the nearest tree. I had always liked raccoons and had several of them for pets as a kid so I went up to the large Maple tree in front of the house and started to focus the flashlight's beam on the coon which I was sure would be trying to hide from me. Finally I located the coon in the mag lite's powerful beam, looked at it for a few seconds, then went running into the house.

"What is it Jack?" Steve asked.

"A coon." Then I gave him a little wink that Suzie didn't see.

"You had better shoot it then."

"No. Don't shoot it, Jack," Suzie begged. "I like raccoons."

"But this one's got rabies, Suzie. I'm sorry but I will have to shoot it."

"Get the mini 14 then," said Steve. "This is no time for leniency."

Going to my little office just off the kitchen I brought out my mini 14. This one was all of stainless steel with a folding paratrooper style stock. I had in it a thirty round clip of .223 ammunition which is the same stuff the U.S. Armed forces uses. I had mounted on it a small optical sight that used tritium so one could shoot in the dark with it. The thing was always on since tritium is a radioactive substance that used to be used in watches to make them glow in the night. This sight was not much for long range accuracy but for very rapid target acquisition in all conditions such as shooting raccoons in trees at night.

Not saying a word I opened the gun's folding stock which gave a loud audible click as it opened, then walked outside the door. Then I walked up to the tree and let off a single shot of high powered rifle ammunition------not at the coon but in the trunk of the tree.

Going back into the kitchen I looked first at Steve, then looked at Suzie, saying--"It's dead. Steve..you know how good of a shot I am."

Suzie looked crestfallen. I then grinned at both of them and said......"Just shitting you. I wouldn't shoot a coon. Not a healthy one and this one's healthy enough to scramble right up into that tree."

"Let's go out and shoot it," said Steve. "The gun that is."

The three of us walked up close to that maple tree which by now must have had something like 1750 bullet holes in it since we often sat on the porch drinking beer while we shot at the tree. I first gave the gun to Suzie who let off a single round. Then Steve who shot five or six times. Which left over twenty rounds left in the clip. My turn and I took advantage of it by firing all twenty rounds in something like four seconds.

With the rifle empty we returned to the kitchen. The three boys came in to ask what we were shooting and I told them........nothing really and they went back into the family room to watch the movie. Suddenly Suzie came up to me and sat in my lap. Which became a lap dance-----in my own kitchen. And right in front of Steve.

"Shooting that rifle really turned me on, Jack," she said as she started grinding her hips into my groin.

"Time to leave. Well Jack, I'd better get the boys on home," said Steve who was by this time wondering what would happen next and when one of his sons would come into the kitchen.

Five minutes later we were watching their car lights creep up my driveway which left me alone with Suzie. The car lights had not left my driveway when she started taking my pants off in the family room. Which soon brought us upstairs into the bed room.

I asked her to spend the night. She was obviously very drunk on the straight vodka she was drinking. But she said she had to go to the bathroom and left me alone in the kitchen. Twenty minutes passed with no Suzie. I had also asked her if she wanted to go to a bar with me in Farmersville, then return to the house but she told me she had already had too much.

She was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor when I found her. "I have to throw up," she said.

"Just stay the night and have at it whenever you want," I told her.

"No....I want to throw up in my own bathroom."

"What's wrong with this one?" I asked.

"Want my own bathroom. The one in Highland where I live."

"Come on......do it here. You are too loaded to drive home."

"Don't you remember my telling you about my eating disorder? I need my own toilet."

"Just rent this one. Twenty-five cents for the night. It will be yours all night long and I'll even use the other one."

But it didn't work. She wanted to go home and that was all that was to it. I found myself walking her out to her car and she could barely walk. How she got home I'll never know, but she wasn't the first and she wouldn't be the last. After that night she called me----a lot. At any time of the day or night. Once she called me to ask me to go with her to PT's in Centreville for the Saturday Swingers night. Wanted to do it with me on the dance floor or somewhere others could watch us in the club but I had other plans------------taking my cat for a walk outside. I saw her once or twice after that night. Went to her apartment one afternoon, had sex with her, then left a couple hours later. And that was it.