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Nothing But a Hound Dog
Okay this is a little story I'm working on right now. It's set in the mid 1950's and centers around a ladies man trying to reform his ways in order to win the heart of the shy daughter of the town reverend. I ws going for more of a comedy romance with this and believe me, much more hillarity shall be ensuing soon...
There was nothing better than a warm spring night felt from the driver seat of a supped up ford with a roomy back seat. Allen let out a satisfied sigh as his hands gripped the wheel and he stepped down on the gas. It had been a long week at the garage and he really needed a release to relieve some of his tension. And for Allen, relief was on the way. He had a date that night and his release was soon to come in the form of a rather buxom woman whose car he had given an oil change for half price. A buxom woman whom he knew did not have a reputation for her ability to say no. Especially not to him when he’d flash her one of his lazy smiles and wrap his arm around her waist. Allen was a very lucky man. He had never had to try all that hard to gain the attention of women. He was the kind of guy that just needed to look at a woman and she was ready to do anything for him. The problem was though, that Allen knew it. He was very familiar with the power he seemed to hold over most women and did not hesitate to use it when he wanted to have a little fun. To the young men of the sleepy little town of Red Creek, Allen Connors was a god, But to the old men He was a wolfish menace and threat to the chastity of their daughters and every other decent woman he may come in contact with. The worst news a father could get was that his daughter had fallen victim to Allen’s spell and was prepared to follow the pied piper of Red Creek irregardless of the consequences. Luckily for Allen, he had avoided the worst of those “consequences” against all odds. Mainly because of his weekly trip to the drugstore on main street. Even at 22, Allen Connors remembered his days in the boy scouts and their mantra “Always be prepared.” Allen was always prepared for anything, anywhere, anytime, thanks to his friends at the Trojan company. Allen pulled up and parked in the front space of the Rexall parking lot and headed in the front door. The little bell above the door jiggled with his arrival and the old man behind the counter looked up at the young man with his usual sneer of disapproval, the same sneer he used every time Allen Connors made an appearance in his store. Allen smiled as he took his own sweet time wandering up to the front counter. He paused momentarily to scan the covers of the magazines and then directed his attention to the rack of assorted candies trying to prolong the awkward feelings his presence seemed to entice in the old pharmacist. Finally Allen stood at the front counter and gave the little old man a polite smile. “Hey, can I get a couple of packs of that gum up there next to the rubbers…” Allen said and relished in the relieved look that briefly passed over the pharmacists face. The old man was no stranger to the sale of prophylactics but he couldn’t held but cringe when ever Allen Connors came in for a pack. His heart always went out to the poor sap whose daughter was dumb enough to go out on a date with that scoundrel. The old man truly was relieved when Allen asked for the packs of juicy fruit because it meant that the virginities of the young women of Red Creek were safe for another night. “And a pack of rubbers too while you’re at it…” Allen’s polite smile turned into a roguish grin as the pharmacist’s sense of relief was shattered. “Is this gonna be all son?” The old pharmacist said gravely as he handed Allen a discrete brown paper bag with a disapproving look. The young man smiled as he handed a few bills to the old man and took his bag. “Yessir! But I think I’ll head on over to the soda counter for a nice cherry coke while I’m here. I’ve had yet to meet your pretty new soda jerk” Allen said over his shoulder as he headed over to the counter, flashing the young woman at the soda counter a coltish smile as he took his seat and made his order. He already had a date for that evening but he figured he might as well start looking for someone for Saturday night as well. “Well Honey, I haven’t seen you working here before… This your first night?” Allen said as he took his drink from the girl letting his fingers brush her’s slightly as she handed it to him. “Oh no, I started on Monday… I’m still trying to get the hang of everything” the woman replied as she ran a hand through her bleach blond perm. Her hot pink fingernails almost seemed to glow against the white blond of her curls. She smiled slowly at Allen as she leaned forward on the counter giving him a birds eye view of the top three unbuttoned buttons of her tight pink blouse. “I’d say you’re picking it up pretty well sweetie, this is the best cherry coke I’ve ever had…” Allen said looking up from her blouse to her icy blue eyes. “By the way, My name’s Allen Connors, but I don’t believe I got your name doll face…” “Oh I’m sorry! I’m Luanne Pinsky. Sure is nice to meet you Allen. Of course it’s always nice to meet handsome men…” Luanne replied as she pushed her chest out a bit more to draw Allen’s attention back down to her best assets. “Well I always enjoy meeting pretty girls” Allen said as he let his eyes drop back down to the front of her blouse. “But I what I really love is taking pretty girls out for a burger… on Saturday night? I also like it when pretty girls give me their number so I can call and set up a date.” Allen winked as Luanne succumbed to a fit of girlish giggles and immediately proceeded to scribble down her number on a napkin with a tube of lip stick. Just as Luanne handed he napkin over to Allen, the bell at the front door rang announcing the arrival of another patron. “Oh hello there Vi! How’s your daddy doing?” The old pharmacist asked as the young woman came out from behind the rack of magazines. Allen took a hard swallow of his soda as his eyes fell on the girl. She wasn’t the kind of girl that would normally catch his eye, he usually didn’t bother with the “good girl” type and he could tell that this girl was most definitely a good girl. She was short and a little on the round side with long wavy hair the color of brown sugar that she kept pulled back with a tortoise shell comb rather than in the teased bouffant that most girls were wearing their hair in. Her skirt fell well below her knees and her cardigan sweater was loose enough to make the curves of her figure a nearly complete mystery. Yet in spite of her dowdy looks, Allen couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her apple green eyes were so bright that they still drew a fair amount of attention to her even though she kept them cast to the floor as she walked up to the counter to pay for the arm load of movie star magazines she was clutching to her breast like some sort of rare and precious prize. “My father’s doing just fine… He and momma are working real hard with the Baptist Ladies League on the activities for the church picnic on Saturday… He said to tell you thank you again for offering to bring the ice cream and drinks…” The girl known as Vi said softly as she placed her magazines on the counter. “Oh think nothing of it dearie, I’d do anything for Reverend Warren. He’s a real good man…” The old pharmacist said fondly as he took Vi’s money and handed her the rather large bag of magazines. “Thank you Mr. Williams…” Vi said softly as she resumed clutching tightly to her prize. She turned on her heel and in a rustle of crinoline she was out of the pharmacy and on her way down the block. She hadn’t even looked in his direction and yet Allen still found himself transfixed. “Who was that…?” Allen sighed as he turned back towards the counter. “Oh that’s just Violette… She’s Reverend Warren’s kid…” Luanne replied with a sniff as she freshened Allen’s soda. “She’s real stuck up if you ask me… And she always dresses like such an old maid…” Luanne added with a sneer. Allen’s diversion of attention from Luanne to Violette obviously had not gone unnoticed. “Oh no… I’m sure that’s not it… She’s probably just a shy little thing.” Allen took another sip of his soda and gazed back towards the door thoughtfully. He turned back and laid a few bills on the counter before heading towards the door. “Well wait Al! What time are you going to pick me up tomorrow?” Luanne asked sweetly as she stuffed the money down the front of her blouse. Allen turned back with a confused look and shook his head. “Oh sorry cutie, I’m not sure when I’ll be free, but I’ll give you a call okay?” Allen said over his shoulder before he stepped out the door. Luanne sighed dejectedly as she grabbed the half full glass of cherry coke Allen had abandoned. As she moved the glass she realized that it had been sitting on the napkin on which she had so sweetly scrawled her number in rosy red lipstick. Allen jogged out the door and down to the side walk. He looked up and down the street but the shy little preacher’s daughter was long gone. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Damn…” He groaned as he walked back to his car and tossed the bag of condoms into the passenger seat before sitting down behind the wheel. It was completely ridiculous, the girl didn’t even seem to know that Allen was alive let alone sitting about ten feet away from her and yet he couldn’t tear his mind away from her. The more he thought of her the more he realized just how unremarkable the girl had been. She was pretty, but that wasn’t enough to hold someone’s attention especially considering that she behaved like such a shy little mouse. The more Allen tried to convince himself of how mundane Violette was the more he realized that there was something very special about her. She had managed to consume his thoughts by just walking into the same store he had been sitting in. And as he gave into the realization that there was something remarkable about Violette Warren, Allen Connors also realized that he would not be able to get her off his mind until he got a chance to actually speak to her and let her know that he was indeed alive. With his new resolution to introduce himself to Violette Warren in his head Allen stepped on the gas and sped off towards his home to plan out his next move. Unfortunately for his date, his next move did not involve remembering that he was supposed to go out to dinner with her that night. |
haha, I'm such a sucker for this kind of story :P Looking forward for more.
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