Embedded Files
My first novel "Reminiscences Of a Stripper" ISBN #97813862209
My first novel "Reminiscences Of a Stripper" ISBN #97813862209
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1321229612 <<< for apple users
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1321229612 <<< for apple users
My new book "The Stark Reality" ISBN #9781386582618
https://www.books2read.com/u/3k0V1g
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-stark-reality-melody-martin
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1335770108 << for apple users
This is a teaser for the story
This is a teaser for the story
It was back in 1964 when I decided to leave the Navy I was sent to Key West Florida to await the discharge papers. I was living way above the pay the Navy was paying. Renting ski boats 5 times a week and gas to keep them going. Staying on the border of being drunk and sober I was going broke fast. I met a fella that liked to buy drinks for me and Water ski. One day we stopped water skiing late and hit the showers. The beach was nearly deserted and when he came out he said he was going home because he was exhausted. I said no drinks tonight? And he replied no he had some home. I asked if he wanted to share and maybe I could crash there instead of returning to the base. To my amazement he declined. I did not know if I just turned him off or he had other interests. I did not see him for near a week I guess I upset him in some way. I went to a club deciding to drown my sorrows. He was there and came to me. I wondered why he was looking uncomfortable. He said he was sorry the way he sent me off the week before and it had nothing to do with me. I was somewhat relived and he went on. You see, I really don’t like women, I prefer male company. I almost fell over but recovered my balance. He said he brought a friend and that I should meet her. I was puzzled, OK he doesn’t like women but he brought one for me to meet. Then bells went off in my head I knew immediately where he was going with that. I agreed to meet her and he waved her over. She told me she was bi and if I wanted companionship she would be there for me. She was pretty but a few years older than me and I have not even thought of being with another woman. I guess I got quite drunk because the rest of the night was a blur. I woke up the next morning in her bed not remembering anything that went on after we left the bar. She told me I was a good girl, but to this day I don’t know if that is true or not. I do know I was naked when I got out of bed. I felt like I had been with a man, my vagina felt as if I had been penetrated. I suspect her good and mine were quite a ways apart. My discharge papers came through Sept 12th. Then I was faced with supporting myself with no Navy pay. I had separation pay and travel allowance. I knew that would not go that far. The guy who was near a constant companion was gay and had men friends so staying there was not an option. I did not want to stay with the girl he introduced me to either. I was faced with a choice, seek work there or go back to New York. I really did not want to go back to New York. I was at the bar where my friend frequented and he asked me why the long face? I told him the two choices I had and neither was looking good. He said he knew where I could get work if I wanted it really bad. He said buy a nice outfit and meet me here tomorrow and he gave me 40 dollars. I found a pretty skirt and a blouse and met him as he requested. He took me to this place and we went inside, the music was very loud and girls were dancing in scanty outfits. We went into the office and he introduced me to this elderly woman. She looked me over and said raise your skirt so I can see your legs. I thought that was odd but I complied. She said to my friend she will do just fine. I will start her as a server and she can learn the ropes from there. I had a job, I was happy. She took out a measuring tape and measured my waist and went into the other room and brought out this very short skirt and flimsy top, here is your uniform, and I will see you tomorrow at 11am ok? The next day I did as she said and she taught me how to serve and to expect men to touch me because that is how you get good tips. I only pay 10 dollars a night the rest you make in tips. Around 4pm it began to get busy and I was a bit shocked the first time a guy grabbed my butt. But after a while I got used to it. The first night I made my ten dollars pay and fifteen in tips. Even in 1964 that was a decent days pay. In a few weeks I was raking it in and had developed my own clientele. I was making forty to fifty dollars a night. One of the girls that danced there fell and hurt her leg badly. Ma, the boss (all the girls called her that) asked me if I could dance. I said like they do? I don’t know if I can do that, I am a bit shy. She said it pays a lot better than serving. One of the dancers said she would teach me on the next day if I came in early around 10 am. Well that was the beginning of my life as a stripper.
It was back in 1964 when I decided to leave the Navy I was sent to Key West Florida to await the discharge papers. I was living way above the pay the Navy was paying. Renting ski boats 5 times a week and gas to keep them going. Staying on the border of being drunk and sober I was going broke fast. I met a fella that liked to buy drinks for me and Water ski. One day we stopped water skiing late and hit the showers. The beach was nearly deserted and when he came out he said he was going home because he was exhausted. I said no drinks tonight? And he replied no he had some home. I asked if he wanted to share and maybe I could crash there instead of returning to the base. To my amazement he declined. I did not know if I just turned him off or he had other interests. I did not see him for near a week I guess I upset him in some way. I went to a club deciding to drown my sorrows. He was there and came to me. I wondered why he was looking uncomfortable. He said he was sorry the way he sent me off the week before and it had nothing to do with me. I was somewhat relived and he went on. You see, I really don’t like women, I prefer male company. I almost fell over but recovered my balance. He said he brought a friend and that I should meet her. I was puzzled, OK he doesn’t like women but he brought one for me to meet. Then bells went off in my head I knew immediately where he was going with that. I agreed to meet her and he waved her over. She told me she was bi and if I wanted companionship she would be there for me. She was pretty but a few years older than me and I have not even thought of being with another woman. I guess I got quite drunk because the rest of the night was a blur. I woke up the next morning in her bed not remembering anything that went on after we left the bar. She told me I was a good girl, but to this day I don’t know if that is true or not. I do know I was naked when I got out of bed. I felt like I had been with a man, my vagina felt as if I had been penetrated. I suspect her good and mine were quite a ways apart. My discharge papers came through Sept 12th. Then I was faced with supporting myself with no Navy pay. I had separation pay and travel allowance. I knew that would not go that far. The guy who was near a constant companion was gay and had men friends so staying there was not an option. I did not want to stay with the girl he introduced me to either. I was faced with a choice, seek work there or go back to New York. I really did not want to go back to New York. I was at the bar where my friend frequented and he asked me why the long face? I told him the two choices I had and neither was looking good. He said he knew where I could get work if I wanted it really bad. He said buy a nice outfit and meet me here tomorrow and he gave me 40 dollars. I found a pretty skirt and a blouse and met him as he requested. He took me to this place and we went inside, the music was very loud and girls were dancing in scanty outfits. We went into the office and he introduced me to this elderly woman. She looked me over and said raise your skirt so I can see your legs. I thought that was odd but I complied. She said to my friend she will do just fine. I will start her as a server and she can learn the ropes from there. I had a job, I was happy. She took out a measuring tape and measured my waist and went into the other room and brought out this very short skirt and flimsy top, here is your uniform, and I will see you tomorrow at 11am ok? The next day I did as she said and she taught me how to serve and to expect men to touch me because that is how you get good tips. I only pay 10 dollars a night the rest you make in tips. Around 4pm it began to get busy and I was a bit shocked the first time a guy grabbed my butt. But after a while I got used to it. The first night I made my ten dollars pay and fifteen in tips. Even in 1964 that was a decent days pay. In a few weeks I was raking it in and had developed my own clientele. I was making forty to fifty dollars a night. One of the girls that danced there fell and hurt her leg badly. Ma, the boss (all the girls called her that) asked me if I could dance. I said like they do? I don’t know if I can do that, I am a bit shy. She said it pays a lot better than serving. One of the dancers said she would teach me on the next day if I came in early around 10 am. Well that was the beginning of my life as a stripper.
This is the beginning of the story
This is the beginning of the story
It was a cool day in November when I got a call, a woman wanted to meet me after she got off work. I told her I normally close at 4:00 PM but I would wait for her. I gave her the address and directions to get to my office. She said it would not be later than 4:30 then she hung up. I had some book work to close up so I decided to get on with that and just wait for her. I made a pot of coffee to keep my head straight I had been working a case that kept me up late for the last week. The end result of the case was simple her husband was not cheating on her he took on a part-time job so he could get her something special for Christmas. I like cases with happy endings and this one was great. It did rather spoil the surprise but the happy couple kissed and it all ended happily. I get lots of cases of woman looking for cheating husbands. It’s challenging sometimes but it keeps the money flowing in the door. It was 5:00 and I poured myself a final cup of coffee. There was one more cup left in case my visitor would like some. The phone rang I answered it with the Melody’s detective agency. It was a friend Mike who I work with occasionally, he wanted to meet up after I get out of work. I told him I have a late customer coming in soon but I should be out of here by 5:30 if that was good with him. He said he would meet me then. I was just hanging up when the lady I spoke with on the phone walked in. I stood up and shook her hand, Good evening, I am Melody. She said I am Julie, I asked her to sit. Would you like a cup of coffee I have a little left? She declined but asked if I had some water. I keep bottle water in the small fridge in the office. I got one for her and set it on the desk. She opened it and drank a swallow or two. She looked nervous and I asked what can I do for you Julie? She said in a trembling voice, I am worried about my sister, she is always showing bruises and aches and pains. She says she is just accident prone and always is falling. The other day when I saw her she had marks around her neck she said she walked into the clothes line outside. I said well has she always been clumsy? She said no, she used to be a cheerleader very athletic I am just beginning to doubt her excuses on how she is getting hurt. I said well my normal fee is 150 dollars a day, if you will give me her name and address I assume she is married. Julie said Oh wow, I don’t know how I will afford that. She continued yes I am married to a cop. I was taken back a bit but I asked how much you can afford to get the answers you’re seeking. She said she had five-hundred in a Christmas account. I said okay, I will see what I can find out what I can and I will not charge you more than the five-hundred, if that’s good with you. She smiled and said agreed.
This is now published it will be available to down load in a few days. I always allow 5 to 7 days for it to be ready at most sites.
Here is a teaser to read in the meanwhile
It was a very cold winter business was slow but then it’s commonly that way in the winter. Jim and I had more time to spend together because I volunteered at the hospital. It was fun but there is lots of sadness there also. Okay, so I am a private investigator I have been shot at someone tried to blow me off the planet with a bomb. But unlike some in my trade, I am not a hardened tough sort of a person. I think that is why I am successful in what I do, I have a heart. Today is a beautiful spring day in April the temperature is 75 degrees. Jim is off to work already so I head to the office for my morning routine. Check the answering, machine read my mail, do any reports that must be done. The phone rang I answered “Melody’s Investigations.” A weak voice came back to me as if she was hiding so no one could hear. I asked what I may do for you. In a weak squeaky voice she said: “My mommy is hurting again can you help her?” “Why is she hurting?” The little voice came back “She and daddy had another fight last night” “How old are you, my dear?” I was getting the idea now that she may be a very young girl. “I am ten years old” “can you tell me where you live?” ‘It’s the first house on Bridges Street off Spencer Street” “is that in Lewisville or Denton?” In Denton, she said then the line went dead. I called it back and a man answered in a very gruff voice. “What ta fuck do you want?” I said “sorry wrong number.” and I hung up. I could tell there was trouble there but I did not have enough information to go forward. This sounded like a charity case anyway. That don’t mean I don’t wish to pursue it. I would wait and see if the child will call back. I was not on the list today to volunteer so I will stick around here in case she calls back. It was getting near noon I set up the office phone to forward to my cell. I locked up and drove to the hospital to have lunch with my husband. That little girl’s voice was still ringing in my ears. Jim was just sitting down when I got there. I grabbed a tray and got a salad and a bagel and my coffee. I sat beside Jim after kissing his cheek. He asked me how my day was going and I shared the call I got from this ten-year-old girl. “You are going to help her aren’t you?” ”Yes Jim, I have my cell on forwarded from the office. I hope she calls back I feel there is a lot of trouble going on at her house.”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I hope you will enjoy my new book. ISBN: 9781386448488
Google Sites
Report abuse