The Space Noir Bar - Michael Marino (best classic books TXT) 📗

Lady and the Tramp trek into the exploration of human political exploitation and spelunking into the hidden caves of her sexuality punctuated with explosive and explicit love making, unbridled and unchained,   sex with her was like  tossing  a piece of raw meat into a lion’s cage...Windsora, like her daughter Asrini  was the lioness devouring my own sense of sexuality and she swallowed me whole at the same time . She was more erotic than a Swedish sex film...but after all, Sweden in the 20th Cent banned a cartoon character by the name of Donald Duck for years because he didn't wear pants! Half of Retropolis on a hot Centauri summer night in Detroit can’t wait to get out of their pants and into someone else’s.

 

She was as curious about the world and politics as she was about sex, a deadly combination for a post teen, that fosters a burning desire to save the world by getting involved in social issues while simultaneously ending up sexually aroused with a bad case of "fire in the hole" She had a voracious sexual appetite  and can proudly say she took me where no man has gone before.... In between her sexual acrobatics she studied politics and revolution, peace and morality. She had and still has an aversion for Dystopia and is on a quest to right the wrongs of the entire godless universe

 

One day after I left her in that New York hotel room,  Windsora left Retropolis for Robotia, where as fate would have it she met  Maddie Harry just as revolution was simmering like a pot of hobo stew. They met while Jet Packing in the park and fell in love. Maddie had been involved in a few agency approved and some non-sanctioned tawdry affairs. One such personal affairs was with a Toho politician...who was not quite in tune with Toho;s sinister practices of kidnapping galactic females for conversion to cyborg Erotibot prostitutes. They had common ground. In time she discovered he had another woman on the side, so she  left him. Her sexual appetite is now going unfed so takes up meditation and yoga.  I guess there is solace in meditation, but, why meditate when you can masturbate?

 

The whole story began to unfold as the Soma and weed began to take effect on all of us loosening their tongues faster a plumber can free a u-joint on a clogged up drain.

 

Windsora’s eyes lit up as she regaled us of their affair. “After I met Maddie and became comrade in arms and bed partners I sent for my daughter Asrini, whom I had placed safely  with relatives on Retropolis in Detroit when I fled Canada.  She moved back here, with myself  and Maddie, still under the impression I was her big sister,  attending school here until she graduated, relocated and enrolled in the Com-Red Intelligence Agency against our wishes.”

 

Asrini explained in her Soma soaked raspy voice that put my libido in orbit. “I, thinking I could change Dystopia for the better from within. You know infiltrate and save the world, ha. What a joke!”

 

Idealism is a wonderful thing until emotions and passion cloud the issues.

 

“While I was on a covert assignment when I met Vector Laslo.” Asrini explained. Damn, he was so dashing and handsome. He could talk a good game and banter with the best of them with a rapid fire semi automatic wit and charm that completely captivated me. He would be perfect for Dos Equis beer commercials! I believed in him, and his cause so decided to leave Com-Red and simply vanished, I thought.”

 

The Agency was soon onto her and they wanted her on a cold hard slab in a Detroit morgue. She was on the run now, her mother-sister was underground with Maddie Harry,  while orb hopping revolutionary bon vivant Vector was always one step ahead of the agencies out to do him in beer glass in hand.

 

Maddie was already a legend in the galaxy, but together with Windsora,

they were something else all together. So what is this fantastic fascination with lesbianism we seem to crave more than we crave banana splits?

 

Maddie said she experienced her first budding lesbian relationships in a boarding college  with a roommate. “One night after hitting the books we decided to hit on each other and from there love grew like a mighty sexual redwood. I was also engaging in a sexual affair with my lesbian college prof who was conducting other lesbian concertos while making William No-Tell overtures to me.”

 

The hymen symphonies conducted by the professor, who was a vagina virtuoso, were apparently well tuned while her sexual performances were standing room only. In the end she was "outed" by the administration and admonished for her indiscretions. She was told to turn in her credentials and hit the road. Imagine what would have happened to her in 20t Century America's deep south bible belt? Burned at the redneck stake! Now if it takes place in a fantasy booth in old San Francisco's North Beach, I would have paid good money for that peep show.

 

Windsora is now completely smitten with Maddie and  is thrown into the pubic briarpatch and soon they are under the covers of discovery copping females feels after  they had both experienced brutal sex with  men. So they do what comes naturally after such altercations. They become delicious lesbians, but, in one of those get your mind out of the gutter 360 degree turnarounds, they find more than sex. They also found true love and understanding.

 

All this unfolding during the 3rd Dystopian sexual revolution that was  revolting to the establishment of the hypocritical homophobes and pubic pious who considered lesbianism pornographic and not romantic. The left wing, the liberals and the lesbian community however won the battle and the legions of lesbians were clitorious victorious,

 

Asrini however was my main sexual focus, at one time it was Windsora, and recently my attention also focused on Maddie. All three defined the sexual revolution by breaking   on through to the other side of the looking glass of conformity. Lesbianism, and multiple sex partners...these three exploded d with much more freedom of expression and free speech..along with a dose of free love and political revolution... my doors of sexual perception were already unlocked...Asrini, Windsora and Maddie..move over and save me spot in bed!

Chapter 34 - Last Tango in Robotia

It takes two to tango when you’re tangled up in the space sheets, and I was counting on at least one more dance with Rini that night before making our way back to Retropolis but...there was always the Laslo factor. Victor had penetrated the Rini vector long before I came along and knew he had to be on the perimeter of Rini’s mind at all times. All the love making we had enjoyed on Barbarella was probably fading fast into a landfill of mere sexual encounters encountered along the way of her vast career of espionage.

 

We freshened up in the guest huts cleaning off the grime and dirt from the previous days battle in the Vortex. We were drenched in the smell of electronic laser emissions and the faint perfume of gun powder. It was nice to feel almost humanoid again...we put our clothes in the Dymaxion dry air washers and soon I felt as fresh a as dapper Cary Grant instead of Mickey Rourke after splashing around a Bukowski booze soaked dreamscape.

 

Rini was absolutely stunning! She is a garden of breathtaking tropical beauty taunting the senses in symphonic harmony joined by the chorus of song of birds that would sing to her accompanied by the kiss of the wind in the chimes.

She can best be described as a beautiful Indonesian garden of flowers scented with the perfume of the Asia. She had already affected my heart, leaving a lasting footprint as she had carved a gentle path to my soul that would lead me to a gentle wondrous valley of love and peace and inner contentment.

 

I was merely her Western shadow. She was poetry in motion. I was the sunrise in the West, she the western sunset in the East. I was a lust filled volcano and she is the hot lava that consumed me.

 

I was “heart-stabbed” at first glance. The deep pools of brown in her eyes complimented the intoxicating tan brown texture of her soft body. Her spirit shot me out of the sky, and I had tumbled to earth helpless and willingly in love at her feet. I knew I was her captive now, and my heart and soul now belonged to only her even though we came from two different worlds that had collided like fiery comets blasting through the solar system.

 

We made sweet, gentle unhurried love before we joined the others for the going away party Winsora had planned for us. The Robotian sunset began casting cooling shadows as we lay in bed after a tango of love making, her head of beautiful hair resting comfortably on my chest.We were also two different races and after the sex I had to admit...I was totally immersed in her...I was in love! I had never known such beauty until I met and fell in love with her. All along I thought it was just a physical attraction, but damn...love. Neither one of us could tell who would get killed first given our lines of work...was there a future at all for us? For the galaxy? Was it all to be given to us only to have it hijacked by interstellar events out of orbit, out of synch, out of our control? What about Victor Laslo? I’d worry about him later. Right now I held Rini’s small hand and it was time to join the others.

 

The Neptunian wine flowed and our senses waxed and waned with each glass. Home grown galactic ganja lifted our spirits higher than a street preacher loaded on Jesus and Sterno. Rini and I took our place around the blazing bonfire, the smell of roasting pigs from Pluto brought gastronomical anticipation to a new level. The entertainment? It was enough to make a Hydra loose a head or two.

Sexy cyborg females, danced and performed. Move over Salome, and take yur seven veils with you. These Venusian vixens, former kidnap victims and transformed sex prisoners of Robotia were now liberated . They were now rebels recruited by Windsora and now carry Link Wray guns as a fashion accessory for a walk down the revolutionary runway. Tonight, they put that all aside, in our honor and with such sensual half human mecha-precision performances I imagined a holiday high stepping show at Rocketfeller Center in Sinatra City, formerly New York, New York with an exclamation point.

 

Nothing gives the debauched Retroplin male a more stand at attention military salute erection than the erotic reality check of a good groin to face lap dance. Need something a little more artistic? Then give a piece a chance by watching a whirly gig girl whirling around on a rim shot badda bing badda boom cheap comics strip club stage spinning like a out of control childs toy top on a pole. Male pleasure in the palace only?

 

Bear in mind that when baring it all these females were straddling the collective