Mele Kalikimaka Mr Walker (19 page)

‘Yeah. What's he like?'

Mitzi nodded slowly. ‘He's all right. Under the circumstances.'

‘He looked like he was trying to put a bit of work on big Liu baby. Is that his girl?'

‘Liu runs a few errands and things for him now and again.'

‘Oh.'

‘Nagoaka and Andrea get on all right. Under the circumstances.'

Les was going to say something, but changed his mind. The whole thing was starting to get like a B-grade movie. Japanese Godfathers, lesbian geisha girls, serial killers, cops, madams, hookers. Yeah, reflected Les, taking another sip of bourbon, I'm back in America and back in the bloody movies. Oh well, it doesn't mean I can't have a good time.

Les and Mitzi danced and drank some more. He had another dance with Nevada and a couple more with Liu to keep her happy. One of the girls ordered some pulped strawberries and Les even had three or four glasses of champagne topped with strawberry, which didn't go down too bad at all. After a while Mitzi suggested it might be an idea if they got going; his eyes starting to wobble a bit, Les agreed. There were smiles and goodbyes all round then Les and Mitzi went outside where one of the doormen got them a taxi and they headed back to the hotel.

The ride back to the hotel was a bit on the quiet side and Mitzi seemed a little reserved, just staring out the window as if she had something on her mind. Les didn't actually expect her to start crawling all over him, but she somehow seemed slightly more inscrutable than usual. Maybe the arrival of young Nagoaka on the scene put some sort of bee in her bonnet. Maybe she's drunk. She had enough stingers in there to kill a box jellyfish. But with her it's hard to tell anything. Les blinked out
of his window. I know I'm drunk, no matter what. It had been a good night and they seemed to have got on famously and there was still a chance he might see her before he left on Saturday.

‘Well, I had a top time back there, Mitzi,' he smiled at her. ‘Thanks for taking me along.'

‘I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Les,' Mitzi smiled back. ‘I did too.'

‘Yeah. It's been a pretty good day all round.' Les gazed out the window towards the sky, where a full moon was drifting lazily amongst the stars. ‘And a ripper of a night.'

‘Good.'

It was fairly quiet when they got back to the hotel. Mitzi paid the taxi driver and they caught a lift straight to Norton's room, where he switched on the lights in the bedroom. Les couldn't be bothered rummaging around sorting out tapes so he put the radio on and got the Angels singing ‘My Boyfriend's Back'. Bugger it, that'll do, he thought. After the last ten house music tracks, one after the other, anything would have sounded good. Mitzi used the bathroom then took her shoes off and put them in her overnight bag. Les thought that wasn't a bad idea and did the same. Again he apologised that he didn't have any coffee, the best he could muster up was either more Bacardi or a beer. Or if she wanted to get going that was okay. Mitzi said she might have a beer before she left. Les thought that wasn't a bad idea either and opened two bottles of Millers. He handed Mitzi one and they sat down at the table facing each other. As he leaned back, the chair cut straight into some of the bruises around his back, making him wince
as if someone had just kicked him there again. Now that he'd cooled down some of the souvenirs he'd received in the lift were starting to hurt.

‘Oh bugger this, Mitzi,' he said gingerly. ‘My bloody back's killing me. I'm gonna prop myself up on the bed with my feet up. Stay there.' Les went across to the bed, got all the pillows and stacked them against the wall, then lay back against them. ‘Ohh yeah,' he sighed. ‘That's a bit bloody better.' He raised his beer to Mitzi watching from the table and took a sip. ‘Well, Seoul sister, here's to university days. May all your riots be little ones.'

Mitzi raised her bottle also.
‘Dok Chae Tado
,' she smiled.

Les took another sip of beer then shook his head. ‘Dunno about the dictatorship, but I'm half smashed.' Norton took another sip of beer and closed his eyes with comfort as the pillows seemed to soak up the aches in his back. Some other golden oldie oozed across the room from the radio then Mitzi came over and sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Is your back really hurting?' she asked.

‘Is my back hurting?' echoed Les. ‘Are you fair din-kum? You try jumping into a lift and punching it out with four horrible mugs and see how your back feels. I reckon you snuck a couple into me with that knuckle duster.' Les affected a wince. ‘And all because some drunk called you a dingbat. Buggered if I know.'

An odd smile seemed to flicker briefly in Mitzi's eyes. ‘Very well. Take your T-shirt off and I'll give you a rub.'

Norton shook his head. ‘No thank you, it's quite all right. I'll just sit here and ache.'

Mitzi continued to stare at Norton for a moment or two. ‘Just how sore is your back?' she said.

Les stared back at Mitzi then smiled. ‘Sore,' he said. ‘But not that sore.' Les looked into Mitzi's eyes for a moment then drew her towards him. If it was okay for Andrea's accountant to kiss him earlier, then surely it was all right for him to do the same.

If Mitzi had beautiful lips before, now they felt even better. Soft, moist, and tantalisingly sweet. Les placed his hands gently on her ribs and she held him under the elbows. Les was watching her, trying to see what kind of reaction he was getting, but he couldn't figure out what was going on in those beautiful brown eyes. They just seemed to smoulder beneath the lids like tiny dots of amber fire. Les flicked his tongue over Mitzi's lips and around the corners of her mouth. Hers came back a second or two later and the hairs on Norton's neck stood on end. The kissing got hotter and more intense. Les closed his eyes and enjoyed every second of it as whatever music was coming from the little radio seemed to fill the room.

Les slipped his hand under the back of Mitzi's top about the same time as the rest of her tongue slid into his mouth. The top came off about the same time as Norton's T-shirt. Les kissed her lips and neck, Mitzi wrapped her arms around his neck and slipped her tongue in Norton's ear, sending a shiver up his spine. Next thing Mr Wobbly was primed and ready to go, almost kicking the fly out of Norton's jeans. He slipped her bra off and began gently massaging her breasts; they were like two beautiful firm mangoes, the nipples between his fingers softer than two tiny pink raspberries. Les kissed her breasts and nipples and rubbed the back
of Mitzi's neck with one hand while he worked her shorts off with his other. She was wearing frilly black knickers that matched her bra. Norton's eyes spun around in his head and they were still spinning when he had his jeans off a second or two later.

Mitzi's ted sat there like some juicy, tender peach. Les ran his hand over it and it was that soft you'd have thought baby silkworms had just spun it. Les couldn't help himself, he had to start stroking it. Mitzi writhed around the bed making quiet, moaning sounds. Les kissed her some more and kept stroking away, feeling her ted swelling under his hands. He kissed Mitzi's lips, her neck, her nipples then slipped her knickers off and as she spread her legs ran his tongue down her stomach and in between her legs. It was pure heaven. Les licked and sucked and kissed away. Next thing Mitzi had his head in a grip of iron. Les went for it, shaking his mouth from side to side, feeling the juice and more swelling beneath his tongue. Mitzi gave a little scream, started pushing herself against Norton's face, then spread her legs almost across the bed, howled again and let it all go.

Well, thought Les as he came up for air, Mitzi was right when she said she didn't need conch shells to make her blow. And neither do I. She'd only have to look hard at my dick right now and I'd empty out all over the place myself. To make matters even worse, Mitzi came to life, pulled Norton's jox off and started giving him a polish that sent him cross-eyed; Norton was now that horny he was almost in tears. She lay back on the pillows and spread her legs again. Les moved on top of her, rubbing her breasts again as he kissed her. Well, if this goes more than ten seconds I'll give a million bucks to the hospital.
But she's had her rocks and there's no way I'm going to give myself a hernia. Mitzi's ted was all moist and there was stuff spurting out of Norton all over the place. He gave a couple of gentle shoves and he was in.

It was like an indescribable, velvet sensation. Les had never felt anything so soft yet firm at the same time. He started stroking away, wondering, does life always get this good? When Mitzi clamped her vaginal muscles around him it felt like Mr Wobbly had just got jammed in a vice. Next thing she started rotating her pelvis like it had a two-stroke motor behind it. Norton's body shook, his spine rattled and Mr Wobbly didn't know what hit him. Les tried to do a bit of pumping, but Mitzi had him. She got her legs around him and ground away. Norton thought he was going to go mad, he'd never felt anything like it. Mitzi ground a bit more, Les slammed his eyes shut, sucked in a great lungful of air, then arched his back and let go as Mitzi's pumping ted sucked everything out of him but the marrow in his bone.

‘Aaarghhh-ooohhh-owhh-grrghh-ohhh!' The full moon was still shining outside the window. Les got a glimpse of it as he howled with delight then flopped back on the bed alongside Mitzi as she let him go. Norton's heart was banging like a trip hammer. Somehow he managed to focus for a moment. He reached across, gave Mitzi a kiss then flopped back down on the bed. ‘Jesus! How good was that?' He managed a smile. ‘I think the pain in my back's gone. Everything's gone.'

‘So much for your bad back, huh?' said Mitzi. She watched Norton, smiling for a moment, then got two towels, placing one over Les and wrapping another one around herself. ‘I'm going to have a shower,' she said.

‘Yeah, righto,' panted Les, from under closed eyes.

More music oozed out of the radio and Les could hear the shower running as he lay back on the bed and tried to figure out what had just hit him. How often do you find a girl like that? he asked himself. Not only can she fight like a bag of cats, how good is she in the cot? Andrea wasn't kidding when she said those sheilas from that village were good roots. There's not enough Gs in ‘grouse' to describe it. One thing for sure, I got to see her again. Les was still figuring things out and feeling pretty pleased with himself when Mitzi came back and sat on the edge of the bed. She was in her blue shorts, joggers and a T-shirt. Les was a little surprised. In a way he was expecting to see her in her knickers and bra. Then, on the other hand, he was that destroyed and still half drunk, he probably couldn't have gone another one right at the moment. It just seemed a little sudden. A bit cut and dry, that was all.

Mitzi ran her hand across Norton's chest. ‘Thank you again for a lovely day, Les.'

‘No need to thank me, Mitzi,' he smiled up at her. ‘I'm the one that had all the fun, I reckon. When am I going to see you again?'

Mitzi shook her head. ‘You're not.'

‘Oh?' Norton's heart sank a little. The way she said it seemed odd and made him feel bad. Like he'd done something wrong.

‘Don't take it the wrong way, Les.' Mitzi smiled sweetly at him. ‘You were fun. I had a great time. I got a bit drunk and all that, but I do honestly like you, Les.'

‘Oh. Well, that's good.'

‘I'd also like to think, Les, that what happened tonight happened just between you and me.'

Norton nodded. ‘You have my word, Mitzi,' he answered honestly. ‘That's a promise.'

Mitzi kept smiling sweetly, making Les feel worse. ‘Let me put it to you this way, Les. Do you have a girlfriend back in Australia?'

For a second Norton flashed onto DD. ‘No. Not really,' he said.

‘Well I, no not really, have a boyfriend, who's over on the mainland at the moment.'

‘I understand perfectly, Mitzi.'

‘And the less you know about him the better, Les. All around.'

‘I think I can dig that too, Mitzi.' Les looked at Mitzi for a moment then drew her back towards him, gave her a hug then kissed her a couple of times. ‘But let me just say this, Mitzi Moonkiss, and in all sincerity. You're one of the best women I've ever met. And I mean that, Mitzi. From the bottom of my heart.'

Mitzi smiled and shook her head. ‘You know what you are, Les?' Norton shook his head too. ‘Andrea has this weird expression she uses now and again, which I think I've figured out. A “fair dinkum bloke”. Is that it?' Les nodded. ‘Well, that's what you are.'

Despite the sudden sadness, Norton's face broke into a grin. ‘Thanks, Mitzi. You can't do much better than that. Now, let me take you down to the foyer.'

‘No, it's all right. I'll leave just as I came.'

‘Oh. Well, at least let me walk you to the door.'

Les wrapped the towel around him, got up and took Mitzi to the door and opened it.

‘Well, goodbye, Mitzi,' he said.

Mitzi gave him one last smile. ‘Goodbye, Les. Aloha.'

‘Yeah. Aloha.' Les watched her shapely behind going down the hallway, then he closed the door and she was gone.

Well, figure that one out, thought Les, as he picked up what was left of his beer and gazed out the window. You win some, you lose some. But what a good sort. I won't forget her in a hurry. He let go a huge yawn and suddenly felt all the bruises in his back again. I reckon I might get under the shower myself. And drop a couple of Panadols. I've still got a bit of a funny day on tomorrow.

Still feeling half drunk, Les got under the shower, which didn't sober him up but relaxed him nicely. He yawned a few more times and let the water run over his face into his mouth. There were a couple of things he wanted to think about, but for the moment just couldn't quite be bothered. He towelled off, put some more iodine on his knuckles then began turning all the lights out along with the radio. There was something playing on his mind, though. Something to do with what happened in the lift. Was it a sense of déjà vu? Or something he'd seen somewhere? One thing for sure, Les winced as he climbed into bed and a couple of bruises on his back told him he should lower himself down a little more gently. Whatever it is, it can wait till morning. And even then, I'm not sure it's worth it.