The Beginning

Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.
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This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions.
First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time before they "accidentally" swapped partners.
Second the repercussions of unprotected sex are less severe than our universe. Not to say that STDs and unexpected pregnancies don't occur, just that they occur less frequently and in the case of STDs, a good shot of antibiotic will put you right again. HIV has yet to be introduced so STDs aren't a death sentence there.
Lastly, pedophilia and incest (which I will not be writing about) are virtually unknown. Children are to be protected and loved not abused. When they reach the age of consent, they can join in the adult games if they so desire, but there is no pressure on them to do so.
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Preface
Heather and I were reminiscing the other day and she turned to me and asked, "How the hell did you end up in that bar that night anyway? I don't think you have ever told me that story and to be honest, I don't think I've ever asked."
I shrugged as I said, "It was just one of those things."
But it did get me thinking, why was I in that bar, on that night, at that particular moment in time...
BANG!!
With that simple but loud sound, all activity in the restaurant stopped instantly. Barbara removed her hand and part of my brain marveled at how quiet it had suddenly become. Another part of my brain was fascinated by the ring now partially embedded in the table in front of me. And yet a third part of my brain was fascinated by the rhythmic motion of her ass in those tight jeans walking angrily out of my life forever. Gawd I loved that ass.
As sounds slowly crept back into the universe, I reached out and recovered the ring from where she had tried to entomb it, as yet another chunk of my fractured consciousness noted that by my watch, I had been engaged to the most perfect creature in all of time and space for the sum total of 21 minutes and 37 seconds.
Somewhere, a voice was screaming for me to get my head out of my ass and follow her. Apologize.
Prostrate myself in front of her so she could walk over my supine body with her stiletto heels. Kiss her feet, her ass, anything to stop this travesty.
So I picked up the ring, dropped it in my packet. Threw a 50 on the table and walked into the night. Of course the white Lamborghini we arrived in was gone, as was she. It was ok. The five mile walk back to my house felt good, even if it took me about 12 miles to get there. I guess I missed a couple (dozen) turns.
But it was ok. My drinking buddy JD was there and we sat up talking and drinking alone all night.

The downside of drinking with JD is that he is not very good about saying, "Whoa buddy, I think you've had enough".
So it was about 4:30 or 5 in the afternoon that I got up off the kitchen floor and went to puke last night's dinner into the porcelain throne. The white felt cool and nice on my face, but I had to get moving, so I threw myself into the shower and then into some clean clothes. As I pulled the same old jeans back on the thought crossed my mind 'I really need to do some laundry or go buy more jeans.'
Wasn't going to happen tonight.
I picked my old friend JD up and tossed back the last mouthful of his advice and headed out to my car. It was not a nice white Lamborghini, just a well-kept Japanese midsize car with a lot of miles on it. It was Barbara's family that was into the euro car scene, but they could afford it. I couldn't and probably never would now.
I hit the road carefully, figuring I was still probably way over the legal limit and headed north. The air felt good coming in the open windows and I was just starting to enjoy myself when I glanced in the rear view mirror and fucking had a heart attack. Bright and blinding the flashing lights came up behind me and then the patron fairy of intoxicated idiots threw me a bone. The lights pulled out around me and ran flashing on down the road, chasing someone or something more important than me.
About then, I realized that I hadn't actually pissed myself, but it was close. There was an exit up ahead.
The cops had gone past it, so it was time I pulled off the road and chilled for a while. This is exactly what I tried to do.
Just off the exit ramp was a small strip mall with what looked like one of those cracker box restaurants. A bathroom and a cup of coffee might be just what I needed. I pulled in and parked and walked up to the door. Before I got there, some sober part of my self-preservation instinct said 'There are some bushes right over there that bahçeşehir escort need watering. They need watering real bad. Real bad.'
But I wasn't listening.
I also didn't listen when my eyes read the sign by the door that spelled out the rules of the joint. 'You don't need to go in there; the bushes are just around the corner...'
Why would rule 4 be 'No Colors'?
I opened the door and was amazed that anything could be that dark. Before my eyes adjusted to the absence of light, a mountain to my left growled "five bucks". I dug it out and passed it over. To this day, I still don't know if that place had a cover charge or if he just extorted $5 from everybody stupid enough to open his door.
Sliding in I saw the reason for the dark was a black blanket hanging over a frame just past my friend the mountain. I slid it to the side and walked into a dimly lit, biker strip bar.
Ding, Ding, Ding.
Colors?
Gang Colors!
What the fuck is a young scrawny white kid in a polo shirt and jeans doing in a fucking biker strip bar??!??
Well, if I'm gonna die, I might as well have a drink.
A quick glance showed me that there was a bar to my right. I walked over to the bar more confidently than I really felt (show no fear). Plunked my butt on a bar stool and took in the place. The bar was one of the horseshoe types with 2 bartenders both topless. My bad luck was holding. The guy asked what I was drinking.
"JD, no ice, no water" I said.
He flashed me a grin and pulled a mostly clean glass off the rack and filled it up. I put a 20 on the bar and he nodded and plunked the glass down in front of me.
I decided it was time to get the lay of the land. I've described the bar. There were three small stages with stripper poles on the floor. One stage was to my left, one straight ahead and one on the other side of the bar. The first two each had a really thin chick dancing with only a G-string on. The third stage was a little bigger and had a pair of girls doing interesting things to each other for the enjoyment of most of the audience. Behind me I could barely make out a set of booths against the wall. One was empty. One had a scrawny older chick blowing a biker with what looked like a 5 dollar bill in her hand. The third looked empty.
I went back to making friends with my drinking buddy JD again and watched as a tall gangly guy walked up to the first stage and slapped 2 twenties down.
"Ohh! It's on," said the other bartender.
I glanced over and checked her out. She was late 20's, firm tits with a little bit of a muffin top over her short shorts.
What's on?" I asked.
She glanced over at me, must have decided I was safe and slid a little closer.
"Leon there has been drinking all afternoon and he has been getting a big fucking hard-on for SuzieQ every time she gets up to dance. So he just called her out. If she takes the cash, you'll get a ring side seat when he hauls her back here to the booth and splits her cunt with that yardarm of his. By the way, I'm Becky if you need anything ..."
Finding it difficult to take my eyes off her tits I glanced over in time to see SuzieQ pull herself way up on the stripper pole, flip upside down and helicopter down to the stage grabbing the cash at the last second. Leon let out a massive roar and picked SuzieQ up over his shoulder and headed our way.

Becky was silently clapping her hands and jumping up and down a little which was fucking amazing. I don't know if her tits were natural or enhanced, but they bounced and her nipples started to grow like Pinocchio's nose. Dying of frustration that I couldn't be a chameleon and watch two things at once I settled on spinning a little so I could watch Becky and the Leon