My beautiful barfly
It was called the “Left hand bar” for some obscure reason. It was actually off to the right of the noisy and smoke filled main bar of the Westhammersly, one of nine pubs in town. Morgana stood surveying the quiet left hand bar, she came here often and tonight would meet Craig. She didn't really want too but she had promised. He saw himself as some sort of guardian or knight in shining armor or something. Just because she had known him for twenty years didn't give him the right to run her life! He was such a boring “goody two shoes! He didn't drink,or smoke,or even fart! And in all those years he had never once laid so much as a finger on her! Didn't he know a girl needs to be dragged off,ravaged and given a good hard shafting?
Her eyes roamed the bar, about forty feet long and twenty wide it was dimly lit and almost deserted. There were four intimate stalls at the far end and a number of tables loosely arranged on the left hand side. The actual bar ran almost the full length of the room and two barmaids stood whispering together down the far end. Nearer the entrance three middle aged men sat together hunched over their half flat beers. Craig had not arrived yet. Beautiful Morgana, five seven and curvaceous, with shoulder length red hair alabaster skin and green eyes beneath a straight fringe framed by high cheekbones knew she would not be alone long tonight. Damn Craig,she would not wait for him.
She sat halfway down the bar and ordered a schooner. She only had enough money for that one drink so either Craig better come soon, if not she better get picked up, that would mean moving into the main bar, she didn't want any of these three she thought after casting a disdainful eye over them.
“'Ello darlin” one of them called drunkenly.
She smiled tightly and sculling her beer stood up to leave. A man entered the bar, about forty or so, five ten, short gray hair and trimmed mustache, blue slacks and white shirt unbuttoned almost to the navel, his hairy chest sported a heavy gold chain. He wore several rings and an expensive looking gold watch. To his side and a pace behind stood a mountain of a man, about six foot six, perhaps twenty five and maybe 200 pound. This was “The Argentinian” and his ever present “friend” Carlos. Morgana broke into a welcoming smile, she knew the Argentinian well, soon the drinks would be flowing and his hands would be roaming too! That was Okay, even if he was a bit old, he was generous and knew what a girl needed.
Craig walked in to find Morgana sitting on the Argentineans lap, his hand inside her unbuttoned blouse.
Her eyes widened in alarm and she leaping to her feet she rushed over to Craig and grasping his hand she shrieked “RUN!”
“WHAT?”
“We gotta go!
Craig gaped in disbelief and Carlos lumbered to his feet while the Argentinian watched on impassively.
“Hey, come here” Carlos growled.
“Run you fuck wit!” Morgana screamed as she tried to pull Craig into the main bar.He saw the menacing glower on the face of Carlos and he finally got the message and the pair of them careened their way through the crowd with Carlos lumbering after.
The street was ill lit and empty at that late hour. “The car's just down there he panted, in front of the Mitsubishi van.”
“Please hurry she urged him,” Carlos was still chasing them and they could hear his urgent footsteps coming closer. “I'm sorry Craig” Morgana panted as they jumped into the Ford and locked the doors. The motor roared into life as Carlos hit the drivers window with his fist. the glass cracked but didn't shatter and they sped off to a chorus of obscenities from the fuming giant.
“What’s going on Morgana?
“They are drug dealers and I told them you are an undercover cop investigating them!”
Craig’s eyes bulged, “You did WHAT!” he yelled angrily.
“It was a joke she muttered petulantly, just trust me.”
“I'll take you home Craig said tersely.”
She dug her long manicured nails into his arm “I can't go home,” She looked at him imploringly, “He'll come looking for me!”
“Don't be silly, why would he do that?”
“You don't know him, he is a bad man, a drug dealer,” she bit her lower lip “and he will be after you too now.”
Craig frowned,“Are you serious Morgana?”
“Just trust me Craig” she said again.
He laughed shortly, “Trust you! Did you really say I an a cop?”
“Yes,” her eyes filled with mischief, “he has seen you in the bar with me a few times and says your different, you don't fit.”
“I don't fit?”
“Yup, so I told him your an undercover narcotics cop!” She giggled then, “I couldn't tell him someone that hangs with me is different because he's sweet and innocent, now could I?”
“Shit.”
“Craig?”
He sighed heavily..”Whaat!”
Stroking his forearm lightly she asked in her best frightened little girls voice, “Can I stay with you tonight? Pleeese?
“I..I don't know, there is only one bedroom,” he shook his head doubtfully, “it wouldn't be right.”
“Is it right to dump me home alone so that gangster can come and murder me?”
“Morgana your such a drama queen!” He shook his head again, “he won't come and get you!”
“ You saw how that ape tried to smash his way into our car. I don’t think he wanted to shake your hand!”
Our car, not the car or your car, she said our car, Somehow that made Craig feel a warm glow, almost as if, but no, never! “Morgana!”...he looked at her searchingly, them heaving another sigh reluctantly agreed to let her stay.
“Thank you” she said,her voice full of genuine relief.
“The bedroom is in there” Craig told her gruffly. “I’ll sleep on the recliner here in the lounge, gotta get up early and go to work anyway.”
“No...I can’t take your bed, I’ll use the recliner Craig.”
“suit yourself” he shrugged “‘night then.”
Moments later a shy little voice called “I’ve changed my mind, can I come in there with you Craig?”
“With me?
“Yes, but no hanky panky” she added cheekily and without waiting for a reply entered the bedroom and slid into bed beside him.
“Good night Morgana.” He rolled onto his side facing away from her. The air was full of sexual tension and after a few moments she said plaintively, “cuddle me.”
Craig turned over and put his arm round her waist,his hand inches from her ample breast. Her breath quickened and Craig’s resolve broke. She moaned as his hand found her breast.Their kiss was deep long and passionate.
“What happened to no hanky panky Morgana?”
“CRAIG!”
They made fierce,almost desperate love deep into the night. It left Morgana sated but Craig just felt sad and guilty. In the morning he left his beautiful barfly peacefully sleeping. He placed a twenty dollar bill on the pillow next to her, as though she were a cheap whore. NO! don’t call her that he told himself. She is my friend and last night was an accident. The money was for a taxi if she chose to leave. He really hoped she would still be there when he got home though.
When Craig got home from work he saw the bed neatly made up but no sign of Morgana. In the kitchen he found a note, it said “I will be in the bar, come and act like a jealous husband,drag me out!” Craig shook his head sadly, he knew it would be pointless looking for her. She could be in any one of the nine pubs in town, or anyone of a thousand beds for that matter. Perhaps she was with that damned Argentinian again. He doubted the man was really a drug dealer any more than Craig was an under cover cop. He wondered if she knew he had loved her these twenty years. And he wondered how long it would be before he saw his beautiful barfly again. She was crazy, beautiful and wild. He feared she would turn up at his place of work one day, like so many other girls.... in the city morgue.
C Gainsford (C) copyright 2012
I wrote a longer version of this story but I seem to have lost it.
Her eyes roamed the bar, about forty feet long and twenty wide it was dimly lit and almost deserted. There were four intimate stalls at the far end and a number of tables loosely arranged on the left hand side. The actual bar ran almost the full length of the room and two barmaids stood whispering together down the far end. Nearer the entrance three middle aged men sat together hunched over their half flat beers. Craig had not arrived yet. Beautiful Morgana, five seven and curvaceous, with shoulder length red hair alabaster skin and green eyes beneath a straight fringe framed by high cheekbones knew she would not be alone long tonight. Damn Craig,she would not wait for him.
She sat halfway down the bar and ordered a schooner. She only had enough money for that one drink so either Craig better come soon, if not she better get picked up, that would mean moving into the main bar, she didn't want any of these three she thought after casting a disdainful eye over them.
“'Ello darlin” one of them called drunkenly.
She smiled tightly and sculling her beer stood up to leave. A man entered the bar, about forty or so, five ten, short gray hair and trimmed mustache, blue slacks and white shirt unbuttoned almost to the navel, his hairy chest sported a heavy gold chain. He wore several rings and an expensive looking gold watch. To his side and a pace behind stood a mountain of a man, about six foot six, perhaps twenty five and maybe 200 pound. This was “The Argentinian” and his ever present “friend” Carlos. Morgana broke into a welcoming smile, she knew the Argentinian well, soon the drinks would be flowing and his hands would be roaming too! That was Okay, even if he was a bit old, he was generous and knew what a girl needed.
Craig walked in to find Morgana sitting on the Argentineans lap, his hand inside her unbuttoned blouse.
Her eyes widened in alarm and she leaping to her feet she rushed over to Craig and grasping his hand she shrieked “RUN!”
“WHAT?”
“We gotta go!
Craig gaped in disbelief and Carlos lumbered to his feet while the Argentinian watched on impassively.
“Hey, come here” Carlos growled.
“Run you fuck wit!” Morgana screamed as she tried to pull Craig into the main bar.He saw the menacing glower on the face of Carlos and he finally got the message and the pair of them careened their way through the crowd with Carlos lumbering after.
The street was ill lit and empty at that late hour. “The car's just down there he panted, in front of the Mitsubishi van.”
“Please hurry she urged him,” Carlos was still chasing them and they could hear his urgent footsteps coming closer. “I'm sorry Craig” Morgana panted as they jumped into the Ford and locked the doors. The motor roared into life as Carlos hit the drivers window with his fist. the glass cracked but didn't shatter and they sped off to a chorus of obscenities from the fuming giant.
“What’s going on Morgana?
“They are drug dealers and I told them you are an undercover cop investigating them!”
Craig’s eyes bulged, “You did WHAT!” he yelled angrily.
“It was a joke she muttered petulantly, just trust me.”
“I'll take you home Craig said tersely.”
She dug her long manicured nails into his arm “I can't go home,” She looked at him imploringly, “He'll come looking for me!”
“Don't be silly, why would he do that?”
“You don't know him, he is a bad man, a drug dealer,” she bit her lower lip “and he will be after you too now.”
Craig frowned,“Are you serious Morgana?”
“Just trust me Craig” she said again.
He laughed shortly, “Trust you! Did you really say I an a cop?”
“Yes,” her eyes filled with mischief, “he has seen you in the bar with me a few times and says your different, you don't fit.”
“I don't fit?”
“Yup, so I told him your an undercover narcotics cop!” She giggled then, “I couldn't tell him someone that hangs with me is different because he's sweet and innocent, now could I?”
“Shit.”
“Craig?”
He sighed heavily..”Whaat!”
Stroking his forearm lightly she asked in her best frightened little girls voice, “Can I stay with you tonight? Pleeese?
“I..I don't know, there is only one bedroom,” he shook his head doubtfully, “it wouldn't be right.”
“Is it right to dump me home alone so that gangster can come and murder me?”
“Morgana your such a drama queen!” He shook his head again, “he won't come and get you!”
“ You saw how that ape tried to smash his way into our car. I don’t think he wanted to shake your hand!”
Our car, not the car or your car, she said our car, Somehow that made Craig feel a warm glow, almost as if, but no, never! “Morgana!”...he looked at her searchingly, them heaving another sigh reluctantly agreed to let her stay.
“Thank you” she said,her voice full of genuine relief.
“The bedroom is in there” Craig told her gruffly. “I’ll sleep on the recliner here in the lounge, gotta get up early and go to work anyway.”
“No...I can’t take your bed, I’ll use the recliner Craig.”
“suit yourself” he shrugged “‘night then.”
Moments later a shy little voice called “I’ve changed my mind, can I come in there with you Craig?”
“With me?
“Yes, but no hanky panky” she added cheekily and without waiting for a reply entered the bedroom and slid into bed beside him.
“Good night Morgana.” He rolled onto his side facing away from her. The air was full of sexual tension and after a few moments she said plaintively, “cuddle me.”
Craig turned over and put his arm round her waist,his hand inches from her ample breast. Her breath quickened and Craig’s resolve broke. She moaned as his hand found her breast.Their kiss was deep long and passionate.
“What happened to no hanky panky Morgana?”
“CRAIG!”
They made fierce,almost desperate love deep into the night. It left Morgana sated but Craig just felt sad and guilty. In the morning he left his beautiful barfly peacefully sleeping. He placed a twenty dollar bill on the pillow next to her, as though she were a cheap whore. NO! don’t call her that he told himself. She is my friend and last night was an accident. The money was for a taxi if she chose to leave. He really hoped she would still be there when he got home though.
When Craig got home from work he saw the bed neatly made up but no sign of Morgana. In the kitchen he found a note, it said “I will be in the bar, come and act like a jealous husband,drag me out!” Craig shook his head sadly, he knew it would be pointless looking for her. She could be in any one of the nine pubs in town, or anyone of a thousand beds for that matter. Perhaps she was with that damned Argentinian again. He doubted the man was really a drug dealer any more than Craig was an under cover cop. He wondered if she knew he had loved her these twenty years. And he wondered how long it would be before he saw his beautiful barfly again. She was crazy, beautiful and wild. He feared she would turn up at his place of work one day, like so many other girls.... in the city morgue.
C Gainsford (C) copyright 2012
I wrote a longer version of this story but I seem to have lost it.
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