Another not so fiction adventure: Up The Down Road Pt 2

I was now truly intrigued as to why a Latina woman in her mid 30’s had no kids. “Alvida, do you mind if I ask if you have a boy friend?” “What your getting at is why I have neither a man or any kids, right RJ?”

“I did wonder, forgive me if I did offend you Alvida.” “No offense, I can’t have children RJ, one result of being sexually assaulted in Iraq.” “My God, I hope you had the son of a bitch prosecuted Alvida.”

“No I didn’t RJ, first off, the Marine Corps would have prosecuted me not my attacker and secondly my attacker was not a man but a woman, an officer. I don’t have a boyfriend because I make my living as an exotic dancer.” I said to Alvida “I understand, well after I find something to eat I’ll get some rest and let you carry on without me being so nosey.” “RJ, you don’t have to go out if you don’t want, I have food here.” “OK”. After a meal of roast beef, broccoli, rice and gravy I thought about some rest.

Alvida said “You really need to work out a little before you rest. Wanna go for a walk RJ?” “Not right now, my back always has trouble and after 6 hours on a plane, its bad Alvida.” “You need a massage RJ, go take a shower to relax your back and I’ll prep your bed.” Doing what I was told I looked forward to sleep. I walked into the room and Alvida was sitting on the floor wearing only her panties. “Sit on the bed RJ.” I did what she said and she proceeded to fellate me.

I rocked and moaned from the things she did with her tongue until I exploded inside her mouth, then I finally passed out. I woke up 5 hours later around 11:00 PM and heard the TV in the living room. She sat on the floor in her panties only, looking at the animal channel. When Alvida saw me she smiled and asked me to pour us some wine. She sat between my legs as I gently caressed her firmly mounted 38 E’s, and we talked some more.

I found out she likes having sex without hang ups or inhibitions with men or women. She goes to college twice a week during the day and she has a Bachelor’s in Accounting. For a soul who endured the trauma of sexual assault she was quite open, revealing and even understanding. Taking a risk, I revisited the topic of her assault. “Did the officer who assaulted you ever get punished? Did she do this to others Alvida?” “She was forced to retire in 2002, RJ.”

“How did you find out your attacker was retired Alvida?” “She kept in contact with me after I got out. She felt guilty about what she did. She helped me get a good job and go to college, my life is alright, its how I like it, I have no hate toward her. In fact my boss, Levon helped us through a process where we both put off our past, our pain and our guilt and we are close friends now.” I said “That is beautiful, your boss is he in the exotic dance business or is he a shrink of some type.” “He was a minister RJ.”

“In fact, he can help you with medical marijuana. Levon is part owner of a dispensary, he’s really a great guy. He’s a lot like you in some ways.” “I’m going back to sleep Alvida, will I see you in the morning?”

“No, going to class, gotta pay bills and then go to work, but call me in the afternoon. Good Night RJ.” “Good Night Alvida, thank you for everything.” Alvida smiled and winked as I limped back to bed.

Meanwhile in Palm Desert - Jeezus shouted “I’m not going back to live with Grandpa, I don’t want the kind of life you had, I want my own world my way” said Jeezus defiantly as he stood before Levon.

“You must go back and be raised right, raised in our beliefs and our traditions Jeezus” said Levon, his face was turning colors as he fought to restrain his anger. “Why can’t I learn our ways from you! Why can’t my father teach me our way? What have you become that you can’t raise your own son?”

Levon’s hand struck so swiftly he almost didn’t know when he slapped Jeezus to the floor. Jeezus got back up and stood before Levon, face full of tears “I want to be a man, I want to be with you…my friends make fun of my Mom and my Dyke Auntie. I can’t stay with Grandpa, he thinks he has to be harder on me because he screwed up with you. I want to be with you! I want to be raised by you! I know your not what they say you are, Uncle Ara told me.”

Levon, grabbed and hugged his son squeezing him so tightly he could not breathe. Levon left the living room and walked out on the patio. He looked up at a beautiful starry sky as the half moon was rising.

The Palm Springs Desert area is where the rich and fortunate live, Indian Wells has several gated communities with manicured lawns and security with scenic barren hills giving background to mini mansions and foreground to the starry sky with the half moon rising.

Levon looked into the night and started his conversation with the God he left. “If I take one, I must take both…I can’t stand this anymore. You told me to start again, I always thought it in the best interest of my children to have the best upbringing…no one is better than my Dad in that. At least that’s what I thought. Must I bring all four of them together? Now almighty God, tell me what to do! As the multi colored clouds passed in front of the half moon Levon heard the voice of God. He knew what he had to do and his whole heart was committed to it.

“Jeezus, come here.” Jeezus came out to the patio and faced his father, Levon. “I am full of flaws, I am not altogether perfect. I have a business life and now I have a family life. I will not hide anything from you, but you must know that our family will be a family, what goes on in our home stays in our home, not their house, not my Dad’s house…in our house.

You and your sister, if she chooses, will be with me from here on out. I will fight your mother and the court for both of you. Things will not be easy for the next several months, but we will be a family Jeezus.” Now Jeezus, held and hugged his Dad, Levon looked to the sky and said “Gracious God, your will be done.” “Call you Mother and tell her you are staying with me, use the phone in the Den.” “Jeezus punched his hand in the air shouting “yes”!

Levon pulled out his cell phone and called his brother Ara. “Ara, its Levon, I will see you tomorrow. I need you to help me get my kids….I know its been a long time…Its not too late for me….will you help me brother, will you fight with me at my side like you did when we were kids? Thank You Ara…Thank You My Brother. Bye.” Michal had eased her way to the blind side of the patio and heard Levon’s conversation.

Michal quietly sat down as Levon looked to the sky, as Levon turned around he was startled to see Michal sitting there. Michal looked like she was in her late 20’s or early 30’s, her body was awesome, she was tight and muscular in the hips, shoulders and her but was ultra fine, but the shock of gray in her hair and the lines in her classically Nubian face gave her away. The dark blue business suit and skirt made her look like an attorney or a business executive.

“Levon have you lost your mind? If you bring those kids into your life don’t you know Erin and her bitch will do everything to reveal you businesses, your lifestyle and your strained family relations. Those bitches will drag your ass into court and attempt to humiliate you and force you to leave those kids with your Dad, or they will try to raise them in their Lezzy lifestyle. And what about your other kids? How much of your business are you willing to expose Levon?”

“Michal calm down. We are going to be a family. I don’t know how its all going to work out but we will all be working together, somehow we are going to make it work. Ara will help us, I know I can depend on him, he has never been against me, Ara has always fought with me. We can make this work.” “Levon, Ara tolerates me, he is decent to me, but he doesn’t consider me ‘family’. What makes you think he is going to be ‘on your side’?” “Levon stared at Michal and said, “he’s my brother.”

“Who is covering the Night Club tonight Michal?” Michal opened her blouse and said “Warren is covering floor operations and security, Alvida is handling the girls and the finance.” “How is she gonna count money and dance at the same time Michal?” “Levon, she is only doing one act and then she is going to take care of the store. Don’t worry, its not like she hasn’t handled the backroom before, besides the crowds, she draws in a class clientele of spenders, we’re good.”

“Dad, Mom is really pissed” said Jeezus as he walked into the patio. “She said she wants to know where you live so she could come and get me…I didn’t tell her and won’t, I told her I’m staying here. She wants to speak to you, she is on the phone.” Levon excused himself and went to the den. “Good evening Mz. Michal” said Jeezus respectfully. “Good evening Jeezus, how are you?” “Fine Ma’am, I’m going to be living with Dad now, I hope that’s OK with you?

“Of course it is Jeezus, life is going to take time for all of us to adjust to as changes are made. But I expect a lot of conflict, are you ready to stand with your Dad even against your Mom? “Yes Ma’am, I belong with my Dad, my Dad belongs with me.” Levon came out of the Den, his eyes were lit up like candles and his face set like stone. “Tomorrow we see Ara, Michal, I want you with Jeezus and I when we see him, don’t give me that face Michal we will go together.”

It was the morning side of night and I had been in the Big Cahuenga Gentlemen’s Club for an hour now. I missed Alvida who danced earlier in the night but she was not the reason I was at the club…I was here to scope out the operation, to see how the Club was run from the outside to the inside. The place was ultra luxurious with big soft couches, mahogany tables, nice dark cherry wood floors, and cocktail waitresses in skin tight dark red outfits.

I noticed that the ‘girls’ both cocktail waitresses and the dancers were thin but muscular, soft (don’t ask) but very tan, a cross between Mediterranean and Middle Eastern in their tans. The girls were in ages from 19 to 40, of nearly every race and ethnicity, there was even an Alaskan girl among the cadre of ‘servers’ in this establishment. I also noticed that the girls were very ‘eager to please’ but would only take tips for serving drinks or dancing, not for a quick feel.

As I took time to pay attention to the details after an hour or so I noticed that the back of my neck was getting hot. Someone was watching me. As I got up to reposition myself to see who, my stalker spoke up, “So this is what you like to do at night huh RJ?” Alvida then sat down next to me and motioned to the cocktail waitress ordering her to bring me another ‘rusty nail’. “How do you like the club RJ?”

“It’s very classy Alvida, I notice that the bar and showroom are nicely appointed but small in relation to the overall size of the building, I figure the real action goes on in the backrooms, right?” What kind of action do you think goes on RJ? Alvida’s face got cold and her eyes became dark, her eyes now gave a predatory stare, I knew I better watch my inquiries, this woman is clearly a bit more than the label (her fine behind) shows.

“Private dancing, that what would go on in a backroom in a fine establishment like this, right Alvida?” “RJ, if this is a friendly visit and your looking for a ride home after I close shop, cool. If your looking for ‘a private dance’ I could find you a dancer, but that’s business, understand! This is my job, to make our clients happy…do you want to be my friend or my client?” “Alvida, I always want to be your friend, I was just inquiring out of intrigue and envy. I don’t want a private dance. Just enjoying the sites.”

“So you’re a voyeur RJ, aren’t you.” “Any man who enters this place can be accused of that Alvida, not even a hardcore faggot could keep his eyes of any of the fine women in here.” “I got work to do in the back RJ, you could stay out here or keep me company, up to you.” “I’m with you Alvida, lead the way.” We finally get to a big office with a huge desk, two laptops working and four massive video screens showing every inch of the club and its activities.

I sat on the huge black leather couch, the leather was so soft, so smooth you got horny just sitting on it. Alvida noticed that I was ‘aroused’ and said “I know, the couch is sexy enough to fuck”. Alvida was doing paperwork and admin chores as I nursed my drink. “God bless your boss, he really knows how to take care of his customers.” Alvida said, “I’ll pass that on, he’ll be here tomorrow, just don’t grab a handful of my waitresses ass when he is here. Oh yeah, I’m watching you.”

The night ended at daybreak, Alvida and I went to a diner in downtown Pasadena and had breakfast then went home.

Alvida’s phone rang at about 1:30 PM. I could not help but hear her side of the conversation. “She did what…OK, did she walk out…she’s said she wants to kill herself? …look, I will be there as fast as I can. Keep her there and don’t let her out of your sight, do what you have to do to restrain her, understand! I’m on my way.” Alvida was frantic as she got her things and ran out the door. “Let my go with you Alvida, I believe I can help.” “RJ, look I have to go alone. I’ll call you later.” “Please let me go with you to keep you calm Alvida”. OK. LETS GO.

We jumped into the black mustang convertible the ‘Service’ rented for me (but seldom used) and went back to the Big Cahuenga Gentlemen’s Club. When we got to the club old Mort walked us to the kitchen. Their was a dark haired, very tan woman, tied up on the kitchen floor, tears running down her face. Alvida knelt down to her, then looked up at us and said, “Leave us alone, wait for us outside in the lounge. I sat with Mort, a big powerful Samoan guy waiting for Alvida and Katie.

I asked “What did she do Mort?” “She shut all the doors turned on the gas and passed out.” I didn’t even know she was in the building until I smelled gas.” Alvida and Katie walked out the back Katie was trembling and kind of spaced out. Alvida's voice rang through the lounge ...“RJ we’re taking the club’s caddy, Mort get the key’s, RJ your driving” said Alvida. Alvida held on to Katie and talked to her like she was a child, “Katie we’re going to the “Retreat” OK?”

“We got to the car, Alvida sat in back with Katie, her hands still bound. I started the car and said “Where’s the Retreat Alvida?” Drive to Palm Springs I’ll give you directions on the way. Off we went. After an hour and a half we were approaching the wind turbine farm on I-10 and then we turned up Route 62.

Katie woke up and looked at Alvida then broke into tears. Alvida gave me specific instructions as we headed for Twentynine Palms. During the ride Alvida made calls to Michal and Levon explaining the situation.

I had the greatest apprehension I’d felt in decades. The flashbacks brought back bad vibes. I had not been on this road in over 20 years, the last time I was on it I was leaving the high desert with my woman and her friend, I was leaving the Marine Corps Combat Center at Twentynine Palms. Now I was returning to the area with two women, one with her hands tied. And then it occurred to me that Katie might not be along for the ride willingly. This is a kidnapping if Alvida coerced her.

About 25 minutes up the road about 2 miles from the Combat Center we turned right heading for a group of large hills in the distance. Alvida directed me up a dirt road toward a large rundown house on a hill. (At least it looked run down from the outside) When we go there I helped Alvida and Katie out of the car. There was a group of people waiting for us. We went inside the house, then some women in nurses scrub uniforms took Katie away.

My back and groin were in spasm as I limped toward Alvida. “What is this place Alvida? Please tell me what’s going on.” Alvida said “this is a retreat, this is Levon’s little secret world where he helps people who have a lot of different kinds of problems. I’m going to get you help for your pain problems RJ. I will walk slow so you can keep up with me, OK RJ?” “OK Alvida”

(What's next at the 'Retreat') part 3 next post.

I know this post is long. I know your attentions span is small. I have made edits and clarifications in this post so you don't get lost. Please take the time to read this again. (I'm away from my normal work tools-stay with me folks)