July 11, 1986

Maggie parked in her usual spot at club nightwear. She was wearing her outfit under a raincoat. As she approached the door, Marcus spotted her. 

“Mags! How are you, chère?” Maggie held up a large bag. 

“Rice, red beans and rice, collards, and shrimp etouffee.”

“No!” Marcus took the bag, set it on a stool, and picked Maggie up in a bear hug. “Chère, you spoil Marcus.”  

“Not just you, Cajun. There is plenty for you, Dani, Ray, and Tommy.”

He let her in despite the protests from the line. Maggie handed her coat to Dani, who whistled.

“Maggie, if that doesn’t land Mr. Right, he’s blind.” 

Maggie grinned. “I’ll take Mr. Right Now. Oh, and go get dinner from Marcus; it’s shrimp and needs to be in the fridge.” 

“Keep spoiling us, Maggie. If Marcus doesn’t marry you, I will.”

Maggie headed to the bar and let Tommy and Ray know there was food.

“Maggie, you are going to catch a cold,” Ray said. 

She spun, showing off the transparent white babydoll over the white corset and sheer panties. 

Ray touched her arm. “Neil just flamed out.”

“I don’t get it. He’s tall, good-looking; why does he fail?” Maggie wondered.

“He tries too hard and tries with the hottest women. Er, not that you are not hot, Maggie.”

“It’s okay, Ray. I’m five two and a hundred fifty, not five eleven and a hundred ten.”

Maggie looked across the room at Neil.

“Maybe I should ask him.”

Neil, almost literally in flames, went to the bar to order a scotch. Why didn’t the doctor act work? He thought. I look successful; it should have worked. As he mulled the game plan over his drink, a short, plump girl sidled up. Tommy promptly appeared, sliding a kamikaze to her. 

“On the house, Maggie.”

Neil looked at her. 

She extended a hand. “You are Neil… Doctor? Music producer? I’m Maggie. Chef.”

Neil looked her up and down. She was heavy. Cute. Her nipples were thick and hard under the nightie. She didn’t meet his standards.

“Beat it.”

“No, that’s not Michael Jackson,” she cocked her head, listening to the music. “Pretty sure it’s Howard Jones.”

Neil turned and walked away.  

“See ya, Major Tom!” she called and downed the shot.

Ray was silently laughing. 

“You know you didn’t do yourself any favors. Half the single guys heard that.”

“That’s okay. I’ll wait till close and take you home,” Maggie said.

Ray held up his hand adorned with a wedding band. 

“I know, Ray, but a girl can dream.”

She glided onto the dance floor and started to move by herself. 

“The girl can move. If she were 100 pounds, my wife would have something to worry about.” Ray said to his partner. “Hang loose. I want to get some of the food she brought; I don’t trust Marcus to share.”

When he came back, he told Tommy, “Better get some of that gumbo before Marcus gets to it.”

“It’s Etouffee, not gumbo, and you are welcome,” Maggie said from behind him. She looked at Tommy. “Is the prop room unlocked?” Tommy snagged a key from under the bar.

“Don’t leave a mess, and for God’s sake, don’t scream.”

“No promises.”

She moved like a cheetah on the savannah as she returned to a guy waiting to dance again. She turned her back to him and moved into him. His hands slid under the babydoll and cupped her tits. She turned and raised her lips, and they kissed. Maggie took his hand and led him off the dance floor.

Halfway down the hall, Maggie stripped off her babydoll and unlocked the door. A low table sat on one side of the prop room. Maggie turned, pulled her partner in, and locked the door.

Maggie left the corset on but pulled off her panties. She lay on the table, lust in her eyes. She spread her pussy open, showing him how wet she was. He dropped his pants and sank, sending his cock deep into Maggie’s pussy. 

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s what I need,” she moaned as he fucked her. He wasn’t that big, but he had some control. Her hips pumped up to meet his, and he grabbed her tits, rolling the nipples.

“Yeah, babe. Pound me. You are making me cream. Fuck! Yes, keep going; I’m gonna get there!”

She almost bucked him off as she came; her legs locked around his hips and drove his pelvis against hers. He groaned and filled her with ropes of hot cum. She squealed and came again, their combined orgasms squirting around his deflating cock.

Maggie kissed her lover, then he buttoned his pants; she grabbed a roll of paper towels and cleaned herself and the table. Her lover had left, so she dressed and locked the door.

Sated, Maggie said goodbye to the staff and headed out. She passed Neil, who was talking to a tall blonde. She slapped his ass and said, “Seeya, Major Tom.”

July 12

Maggie was late; it was already 11, but she didn’t care. Marcus hugged her and let her in with a pat on the ass. She passed Neil, who was chatting up a redhead. She slapped his ass and said, “Outta your league, Major Tom.” 

Neil stormed over as she regaled Tommy. 

“What the fuck, bitch?” 

“Don’t make me come across the bar, Neil. Apologize.”

“It’s alright, Tommy, all I did was speed up his crash and burn.”

Neil stood there, fuming.

She drained her drink and went to the dance floor.

“What did I ever do to her?”

Tommy wiped the bar.

“Maybe it’s what you haven’t done.”

“I can do better than her.”

“Not from where I stand,” Ray said from behind Neil.

Tommy beckoned Neil closer. 

“Maggie isn’t a friend. She’s family. You have the Mr. Rejected rep. For some reason, Maggie is interested in you, Doctor.”

“Major, Tommy. It’s Saturday.” Ray interjected. Neil was furious and stormed out of the club.

July 18

 Maggie sat at a table as Ray finished his meat pie.

“I swear, Maggie, I’m going to talk my wife into adopting you.”

“Then you will get fat, and I won’t want you,” she teased back. Ray stood as Neil came over. 

“May I?” he asked.  

Maggie waved to a chair. Neil caught a server and ordered two beers.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi, Mags.” She grew cold at her pet name. 

“Only Marcus calls me Mags.”

“Sorry.” The beer arrived, and he took a sip, collecting his thoughts.

“You don’t like me, do you?” he asked.

“You have that backward, Major. I’m not six feet and 90 pounds.”

She drank some of the beer, watching him squirm.

“Tell me who you are.”

“Well, I’m here working–”

“Not the line, Major. I know all of your personas.”

Neil seemed to shrink. 

“I work for a software company.”

Maggie waited.

“I’m a software designer.”

She waited.

“For Microprose.”

“A game designer.” 

Neil looked down. “Yes,” he coughed. “No. I do environmental programming.”

“So you did the backgrounds in that airplane game!”

“Not that title, but yes.”

 “So why are you not telling the models you’re a programmer? That’s a cool job.”

Maggie scanned the room. Then pointed. “That blonde in the red chemise.”

She put her hand on his. “Go say hi. Tell her you thought she looked like she would like to dance. Wait for her to ask what you do.” She shooed him away and carried the glasses back to the bar.

She watched as Neil and the blonde began to dance. “Gave him tips?”

“Yes.”

“You like him.” 

Maggie sighed. 

“Then why did you shoot yourself in the foot?”

Maggie went to where they were dancing slowly. She got close enough to catch the blonde’s attention.

“You got one of the nice ones there.” She smiled and left.

July 19

Maggie stood by the bar, talking to Tommy. Tonight it was a lace bra, lace panties, nothing hidden.

“Get this girl something warm to drink.”

Maggie turned, and Neil stood there.

“Major Tom! How are you?”

“Really?”

“Always, Major.” She tossed a salute.

“So how was the blonde?”

“Nice. And no, I didn’t go home with her. We danced, we talked; she asked, I declined.”

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t.” 

“Well, I always wondered what the dog would do if he ever caught the car…”

“It’s not that.” Neil suddenly looked nervous. “I told her I needed to talk to someone first.”

Maggie stayed quiet.

“I needed to apologize to a woman whom I blew off, and she turns out to be pretty cool.”

“What’s her name? I might know her.”

“Funny girl. Let’s dance.”

Neil took her to the dance floor. Just as they got on the floor, the music switched gears, and Spandau Ballet’s True played. Maggie snuggled into him as they moved to the slow song. Maggie laid her head on his chest. “Your heart is pounding, Neil. Are you okay?”

“Um… Sure. Yes.”

She looked up at him.

“Neil… Do you want me?”

He said nothing, but he bent his head down and kissed her.

“Now, then? I know where.”

She led him down the hall. The prop room was unlocked.

“Maggie?”

“Trust me, we are fine.”

She locked the door and sank to her knees. 

Neil protested. 

“You don’t want me?” Maggie asked calmly.

“Yes, but–”

“Then give me your cock.” she said as she worked on his pants.

“Nice,” she said as she freed a stout seven-inch cock, but she marveled at the girth. She barely got the head in his mouth. 

“This isn’t working. Lay down on the table.”

Neil did as she said, and she got into a 69 position. Maggie got the head in her mouth and pushed forward, his cock sliding down her throat. She gagged, but kept trying. Maggie could only get so deep, because he was thick enough to block her airway. She rocked back and forth slowly, her throat squeezing Neil’s cock. The room filled with his moans. She backed off his cock, and it sprang up, covered in saliva. Maggie straddled him, pulled her panties to the side, and sank onto the massive slab of meat.

“Oh Jesus in heaven,” she groaned as inch by inch his cock disappeared inside her.

She began to rise and fall, leaning over him. Neil pushed her bra up and squeezed her tits. He was crying from the pleasure he felt as she squeezed him.

“Jesus, Neil, I’m cumming already,” she moaned. She gave a shrill keen, and she clamped down on him. Neil could not hold back and came deep inside her. She lay on him, and they both gasped for breath.

“Neil?” she whispered. “Are you tired? Because I want more.”

Neil responded by rolling her over, his cock still hard. He drove into her hard, and Maggie was moaning his name. They moved from missionary to doggy, and Maggie screamed as he drilled her hard.

“I want to see you cum.” Maggie begged. Neil pulled out, and Maggie rolled onto her back. Neil pulled on his cock, and three spurts of cum shot from her panties to her bra. A couple of weaker jets landed on her pussy. Maggie shivered as his seed landed on her.

“I hope you are not tired, because I want to follow you home so you can fuck me till Monday.”