The Miami Actress. Part II
Part I: b3ta.com/questions/cougars/post319969

For those that haven't read, or can't be bothered to read part I, a quick recap.

We left our hero (that would be me) after he had moved into the hotel room of an actress he had met drunkenly in Key West the previous night.



And so, we continue.

We spent an afternoon alternating between inappropriate behaviour in the swimming pool and appropriate behaviour in the bedroom before she had to head off to the theatre to prepare for her show. Again, I assumed I would be being kicked out, but I was told to make myself at home and be down there for 7.30.

'Help yourself to the vodka and I'll meet you after the show'

Now, to me, that's an invitation not to be missed.

I can tell you now that the only reason I know the following is because I went back to see the show the following night, because I helped myself to so much vodka that I have very little recollection of that first night.


She was genuinely an actress.

A very good one

In a very good, very funny play.


But the next thing I really remember is watching strippers with her in the early hours and then being back in the now empty swimming pool with a bottle of vodka and a bucket of ice and some even less appropriate behaviour than the inappropriate behaviour we had indulged in earlier.


We had a couple of nights in this vein before she had a few nights off from the play and was heading back to South Beach where she lived.

Yet again, I expected this to be the end of our fling and yet again she surprised me when she said 'why don't you come back with me?'

Now, with hindsight, I can't see why I thought this was a good idea. The alarm bells should have started ringing I'm sure.

But three days of vodka fuelled deviant fun had clearly clouded my judgement, because at that time, I couldn't have imagined a better thing to do.

So we sobered up (which was all relative for this woman) had a good nights sleep and the next morning I followed her car back up the Highway through the Keys to South Beach, stopping only when she unexpectedly pulled over at Virginia Key, took me for a walk and then fucked my brains out on the rocks in full view of the highway.

(as an aside, you have no idea how excited I got as we drove across MacArthur Causeway and went past the 'Welcome To Miami Beach' sign that they always used to show at the start of Miami Vice')

We pulled up outside this apartment block, in the early evening.

She got out of the car, she walked towards me and told me to leave the bags because we were 'going drinking'

Now, this is South Beach, I'm worried that a) I am not dressed to go drinking with the beautiful people and b) I can't afford to go drinking with the beautiful people.

These were wasted concerns, as Club Deuce (locally known as Club Douche and featured in 100 Bullets fact fans) is not a place where the beautiful people go.

It is, however, a place where it was perfectly acceptable to down double vodkas and ice all night while chain smoking Winston cigarettes until you can't breath.

We emerged, again in the early hours, and made our way back to her studio apartment.

I am slightly reluctant to describe what took place once we got back, but to give the full picture of what this beautifully insane perverted alcoholic woman was like, I think I need to at least hint at it.

So I will leave this section with the following

Lets just say that is a good job she had a tiled bathroom, not carpeted.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:03, 6 replies)

Damn!
Part III and some indelicate filth, please, before I give you many, many clicks.
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:23, closed)

There has to be a part 3
Surely?
( Captain V, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:23, closed)

Aye
Later today after I have got some work done I'll do the final part.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:35, closed)

O always knew
you were a deviant Scarpe!
(Herr Doktor Lemminge Is bored, so cheer me up!, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:42, closed)

Doesn't everyone have a tiled bathroom?
What happened man, spit it out...
(BarryChuckle, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:51, closed)

I did
I wasn't going to bloody swallow it.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 11:07, closed)