Ace Baby at the Bronco
Ace Baby is called Ace Baby because none of us can remember his name.He had just got paid so he was rolling to South White Street.When he parked in
front of the dope house he pulled up next to the Magnolia tree where three girl spiders were devouring a butterfly, divesting it of its wings.He didn’t notice. He was in too much of a hurry to get
As Ace Baby left he felt he wanted a party.
He saw three schoolgirls in the driveway next door.They were ditching.It was summer, so they had plenty of flesh going on.
He decided he could handle three parties.He figured he could do it.It was a big enough bag.He would, as they say, be up for it.All night if
As he was leaving, Ace Baby made a mistake.He drifted to close.You couldn’t blame him.He was a man.He rolled down his window.
“I know where there’s a party ladies.”
“Right here in my pants.”
Dreamer gave him the once-over.
“It’s too small a party for the three of us,” she laughed.
Dreamer’s thing was her boobs.They were, as many have put it, “ripe melons.”
She stepped over and coyly leaned down while examining his radio.
He noticed this.
Dreamer should have been a banker; she always made the most of her assets.They earned her considerable interest.
The shadow now revealed between her breasts suddenly grabbed his attention by the throat. Her low cut top left little to his imagination.He liked
Shy Girl drifted over to his opposite door and just stood. It was all she had to do.Her ultra-low-cut jeans accentuated her hips.Her mother was Greek,
so she had hips imported straight from Venus.Not de planet, de Milo.She was eating an apple.When her perfect white teeth pierced its crimson skin, its juice squirted forth, and dripped down its
Lonely stepped closer, and Ace Baby couldn’t help but now notice, her Sophia Loren eyes and lips.She had somehow incorporated them into a perfectly
innocent face.What he couldn’t see was her Buck knife in her back pocket.When it came to the nitty-gritty, Lonely could shove her knife.An innocent face, a Buck knife, a dangerous
If Ace Baby had really given any of them a complete once-over, he might have noticed their fire-engine-red toenails exposed through the holes in their
white tennies.But he didn’t.He was too distracted.
His eyes had been caught catching the highlights of sweet summer sweat dancing across brown bodies.That’s all he could think of.Then Lonely
“What were you doin’ over there?” pointing next door.
“This,” he said gleefully, holding up the bag.
Their eyes opened wide in feigned excitement.They were good at feigned excitement.
“Where can we go?” said Dreamer to all.
“To the Bronco,” said Shygirl, “I know the desk clerk.”
So they did.
In the room he had difficulty opening the bag.
“Here,” Dreamer said, taking it from him, she bit it open with her teeth, then wiped off the dresser with her sleeve, and dumped it out.
He crunched it up using the edge of a credit card, then lined it up.They rolled up a hundred dollar bill, which was only fitting for the occasion, and
secured its shape using the fold.
Each took a line.After that,
“Now who’s going to be first?” said Lonely.
“Me,” said Shygirl, now looking at Ace Baby, “so get on the bed.”
She stood at the foot of the bed, Lonely and Dreamer on each side. She put her thumbs on each side of her pants near the front, looping them through
the belt loops, letting her forefingers play with her top brass button.A single ray of light escaping the drawn curtains played upon it.The gleam of light off the metallic button stood out against
the dark blue of the cotton fabric. It focused his attention so much that each time it glittered; he could see the letter it hit.First it was the L, then the E, then the V, next the I, then the
S.He felt as if was watching a golden spark flash from Flash Gordon’s ray gun.
“Gee, “Shygirl said, “he looks a little high.”
She ought to know, it was her brother who had served him the stuff.
“Now’s the time for you to take off your pants.”
He did.Dreamer folded them carefully and placed them on a chair.
“Now comes our game,” Shygirl said, “You gotta close your eyes.Then we’re gonna take turns.You gotta keep ‘em closed tight.Then afterwards you gotta
tell us who was who, just by feel, O.K.?No peeking, promise?”
This was a game he was ready to play.He was ready to play it big time.
“Now be real quiet. Maybe you can tell us by the way we sigh.”
“Well girls,” he heard one voice say, “who’s going first?”
So he closed his eyes real tight, and opened his ears.He listened real careful like, and was waiting to feel something.After a few seconds he heard
the click of the door.Then he just couldn’t wait, so he opened his eyes anyway.He looked both left and right.All three were gone.He looked at the chair.So were his pants.
The girls arrived home squealing with delight.Pops saw them rush into the bedroom.
“Something’s up,” he told Moms.
About ten minutes later, Mom’s answered the door.A strange man was there wrapped in a towel. So Pops did the interview.
When Pops entered the girl'sbedroom they were on the floor laughing like hell, around a pile of credit cards lying near a brown leather wallet, and
were already dividing up the spoils.They explained it all.Stacks of green bills were distributed between them.He picked up the wallet and cards, saying,
“These will only get you into more trouble,” and returned them to the man in the towel.After he left, they all had a laugh, including Moms.
The next day the girls returned to school wearing a new pair of tennis shoes each, new Hello Kitty binders and notebooks, new Hello Kitty pencils.They
gave out bubblegum to everybody in class, creating problems for the teachers.These girls were just bad.Maybe even real bad, but not stupid.Not as stupid as Ace Baby that’s for sure. Oh yeah...Ace
Baby...if you're reading this...welcome to Compton.
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