Case Notes #50 - Alby Pope
Case Notes #50
Albert Leonard Pope
Alby Pope scratched at his stubble and scanned the gyrating crowd. The flashing multi-coloured lights made it an almost hopeless task. He grumbled and shook his head before pushing through the dancers with no attempt at an ‘excuse me’ or an apology. The high-octane music made talking impossible. Shouted or mouthed messages might have been understood if accompanied by hand signals, but Alby didn’t need to draw any more attention himself than his clothing already did. Even if the age difference didn’t make it obvious, his suit trousers, shirt and tie made him stand out; a thorn amongst all the roses.
Shorter than most of the dancers, even the girls, Alby battled to the staircase. He’d have a better view from the balcony. He wasn’t there for the atmosphere, the alcohol or the dancing.
Alby struggled up the shimmering chrome-on-black stairway; it had been a very long day. He sidestepped a group of revellers blocking the exit and slipped between the sweaty bodies and the three-barred balcony railing, slick with polish and spilled drinks. Sweat soaked into the back of his shirt, leaving an uncomfortable cold line above his kidneys. He pushed his way to a less crowded area and studied the crowd below.
There! That one will do!
His target was young and pretty, the coloured lights reflected off her sequined top. Her arms were raised above her head which she tossed in time with the driving rhythm. Alby studied her closely, making sure she suited his tastes. Lithe and firm she moved gracefully, her breasts barely restrained by the halter-necked top bounced in syncopated time to her gyrations. The tight fitting black jeans showed her firm buttocks off to great effect, and the pair of high-heeled boots added height, elegance and sassiness.
She danced on, smiling, eyes closed, oblivious to the crowd and her secret admirer above.
Alby made his way back to the staircase and down again into the broiling melee. He cursed again but managed to take up a position at the bar where he could see both the girl and the main exit. He ordered a beer from a barman with black-pained fingernails and settled down to wait. His day wasn’t going to end just yet.
Even better, the girl was not alone but moved around a very handsome, well-built young man. The beautiful young man leaned close during a fractional lower of the incessant noise and shouted into her ear. She nodded and continued her rhythmic movements. He turned to towards the toilets and returned via the bar with two bottles of Alco-pop, each with two straws. She kissed him on the cheek and emptied her drink in four long pulls. Without missing a beat, she deposited the empty bottle at one of the many tables that occupied the space under the balcony, and continued her endless dance routine.
Alby wondered where they found all the energy.
At 03:30 the DJ finally called time on the revellers and switched on the dazzling house lights. It changed the whole atmosphere of the place and had the desired effect of shunting people out the door.
Alby’s eyes burned with fatigue and his ears rang in the aftermath of megawatt dance music. He hid behind a large supporting column. In the harsh lighting he could see the girl’s escort more clearly. Well built, the biceps and triceps on his upper arms rippled beneath his tight polo shirt. His shoulder muscles appeared to have a life of their own, intent on ripping, Hulk-like, through the thin fabric. He mouth watered at the thought of seeing the man, the Adonis, without clothes and he felt the guilty warmth growing in his groin. He breathed in sharply and then exhaled slowly, forcing carnal thoughts aside, for the moment. He took a final gulp of his watered-down beer.
The girl followed Adonis to a table loaded with handbags and empty bottles. She retrieved her handbag and leaned comfortably against him as they moved with the crowd to the exit.
Outside, the couple made a right down a narrow road at the side of the building. Alby held his breath. If the two got into a car now Alby’s dance would be over for another night.
The couple continued walking and talking quietly, unaware of their shadow. Alby breathed again.
Adonis, like the girl, wore skin-tight jeans which showed off his wonderfully taut, muscular bottom, powerful thighs and well defined calf muscles. He moved with the lithe, relaxed athleticism of a panther and the girl moved in time with him. Her bottom was pert and well rounded. She too moved with the smooth grace of a dancer, or maybe a large cat.
Alby had chosen well.
A light warm mist drew in around him. Alby turned up the collar of his shirt, took shelter in a bus stop and watched as the couple stopped in the middle of a row of large Victorian town houses. They climbed the steps to the front door.
Alby studied the building. Two cement columns, painted white, guarded the front door which was recessed into a porch. It stood dark, but welcoming. Adonis retrieved a bunch of keys from his jeans pocket.
I wonder how he fit them in his pocket; those jeans are so tight.
Adonis opened the door for the girl who slid inside. In the glow of the streetlamp, Alby could see the glint of her mischievous smile as she backed into the building beckoning him in. Still smiling, her left hand untied the halter-neck blouse. Alby caught his breath, but she disappeared inside before he saw what he wanted to se.
Adonis laughed and followed her into the house, slamming the door behind him.
Alby, standing in the bus shelter opposite, salivated at the thought of the two young, firm bodies inside, attacking each other with love. He smirked, licked his lips and crossed the street to the house. He felt the pulse throbbing in the side of his neck - the artery which always betrayed him whenever he became agitated. He pushed against the door and it opened. In the heat of the moment, Adonis had forgotten to lock the door. This couldn’t get any better, no need for his lock-pick tonight.
Dare he? Yes. He’d waited weeks for an opportunity like this and he wasn’t going to waste it.
Slowly, Alby Pope pushed against the heavy wooden door, relieved that the hinges were well-oiled. He stopped and listened . . . Silence.
Discarded clothes lay on the hall floor. Alby couldn’t resist the temptation. He picked Adonis’s polo shirt. It was still warm and damp and he put it to his nose to breath in the warm aroma of the vibrant young man. Giddy, he grew hard, and almost trembled with desire. The tension tingled at the base of his neck. He couldn’t stop now, even if he wanted to.
He slowly mounted the stairs, following the muffled sounds of lovemaking above. Stepping on the outside of each tread to reduce the chances of squeaking, he reached the plush carpet of the landing and his heart raced. His hearing keenly attuned to the sounds in the room nearby.
The bedroom door stood open and the shaft of light from a low-wattage bulb cut a path across the hallway, illuminating the opposite wall and throwing the rest into deep shadow. Alby slid along the wall towards the patch of light. The hardness inside his loose fitting trousers thumped in time with the rhythm of the couple so close.
With his left ear pressed against the wall he inched closer to the gap between the door jam and the open door. Then he was there! He could see them now. She was astride him, riding him like the great stallion he was. Her back arched away from him, her full firm breasts swung free in time with her movements. Her neck stretched back and a look of bliss lit up her flawless face. She moaned gently, her whole body sweating with the glow of pleasure and exercise. Adonis lay back eyes closed, smiling, moaning in pleasure with her. Suddenly, he pulled her to him. Still locked together, the couple rolled and he was now on top. She squealed in pleasure as his movements increased in rhythm and intensity.
Alby couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man’s glistening prick as it rammed in and out of her, thrusting against her moist red lips. Their movements became faster; less controlled. Her nipples, dark and erect, bounced in counterpoint to his muscular movements. Alby was overcome with emotion; he came in an explosion of heat and dampness just as the couple climaxed in unison. She almost screamed in pleasure, Adonis breathed hard and sighed ‘Yes, yes, yes’.
Alby managed to remain silent, but leaned against the wall; shaking and weakened.
Suitability for study – Interview required