It’s 1969. Max has been home from Viet Nam for a year now and he takes another trip. Last year he went across the country to California and back, meeting fascinating women every place he stopped. This year he travels the Old South and meets even more women that are fascinating. You decide whether 1969 is better than 1968 was.
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More Adventures of Max Daily
Copyright © 2011 Alex J. Alex
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More Adventures of Max Daily
By
Alex J. Alex
Dedication
Dawn
An erotic romp across the country in 1969 as a young man continues his sexual education.
Chapter 1
The Band
Max opened the envelope. He knew what it held, but he had to look, just like everybody else. The contract that the company had with NASA to build guidance systems for the Apollo spacecraft was coming to an end, even though the program was still going strong. President Nixon didn’t want to spend the money, especially since the idea had been President Kennedy’s.
The B-58 and B-52 programs were winding down, too, and it was rumored that the Trident missile system, successor to Poseidon and Polaris was going to someone else. The company was laying off half of the 20,000 people who worked in the plant.
Max looked at the flimsy pink slip. Sure enough, it was a layoff notification. He looked around at the other folks. They had all been laid off.
“Damn,” Ray said. “What’re you going to do, Max?”
“Well,” Max said, “I’ve saved up some money. It’s summertime. The old Lincoln is running great. I think I’ll take another trip like I did last summer.”
“Ohhh,” Ray said, “I’ve heard about your trips.”
Max just grinned back at him.
Max had a gig with the band he played in for the weekend, but, after that, he was free to do whatever he wanted. He filed out with the rest of the folks, punching his time card for the last time, out through the gate to the parking lot.
He put the top down, drove out onto route 46 and drove home. He loaded his drums into the car, changed into the clothes he wore with the band, packed a small suitcase with a few clothes and left a note for his mother, telling her what had happened and that he was going traveling again like he had last summer.
Minutes later, Max was headed south on the Garden State Parkway. It was a good two-hour drive to Atlantic City in the weekend traffic. Max tooled along, enjoying the breeze, deciding where he would go this year. He had gone across the country to the West Coast last year, stopping whenever he felt like it, and wherever he met a nice girl to spend a little time with. He thought about some of those women. He almost thought he might like to go see them all again. But then, he decided it would be more fun to go someplace else. Down South, maybe. Sure, that’s it, he thought, Down South.
It was a nice day. A few clouds chased each other across a deep blue sky. It wasn’t that hot yet, so it was a comfortable ride down the parkway. He pulled into the parking lot and up to the back door of the club in the hotel where the band was appearing. Bobby, Larry and Tex weren’t there yet. He hauled the drums into the club and then parked the big old Lincoln out in the parking lot where nobody would bother it. He put the top up and locked it. Jeez, he loved that old ‘54 Lincoln. It was fast, and roomy, and comfortable, plus, it was a sharp looking set of wheels.
Max walked back to the club and started setting up the drums at the back of the wide stage. The band set up in the middle, flanked by the girls who danced on either side of them. There were six dancers, all gorgeous, and by the end of the night, they were wearing nothing but their shoes. They liked to tease Max. They didn’t bother Bobby, he was too stodgy. Larry was married and had a jealous wife, and Tex had a horny girlfriend who kept him busy. Max was the only available band member and they thought it was enough fun to pick on him. It didn’t hurt that he was good looking and seemed to enjoy their attention.
Max finished arranging his drums and stood up. He looked over at the bar. Mickey, the tall, sexy, lead dancer was sitting there in her mini skirt, sweater and go-go boots. Her long, straight, dark hair flowed over her shoulder. She waved at Max and smiled.
Max smiled back. He stepped down to the dance floor and strode across to the bar.
“Hi, Mickey,” he said.
“Hi, Max.”
The bartender looked at Max in question.
“Coke,” Max said. He sat on the stool next to Mickey. “I got laid off today.”
“Oh, Max, what’re you going to do? You did say laid off, not laid, didn’t you?” Mickey giggled.
Max grinned at her. “I’m going to take another trip, like I did last year.”
“Oh, wow,” Mickey said, “I heard about that trip. Where are you going this time?”
“I thought I’d go Down South.”
“Oh, you’re not going back out west again?”
“Nah. I’d like to see a different part of the country. I’d like to meet some new people, too, maybe some exciting new women.”
“Mmmm,” Mickey said. She leaned over close to Max and nuzzled his throat. Her large, dark brown eyes were closed. Her deeply tanned hand was on his thigh. Max looked down and then kissed her luscious lips. She opened her mouth and their tongues swirled around each other. Max raised his hand and gently cupped her firm left breast.
“Mmmm,” she said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay here this summer?”
“Mmmm, it might be fun. But I’ve decided to see The South this year. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
“Promise.”
They sat there for a while, not saying much, just nursing their drinks. Slowly, the rest of the girls and the other members of the Tex Doyle Quartet showed up. Max thought it was a hoot that, as much as Tex looked and sounded the part of a tough Texas cowboy, he was really from Patterson, New Jersey. Bobby, Larry, and Tex set up their amplifiers and microphones, testing the sound levels of their guitars.
Finally, 9:00 rolled around. The place was filling up. Max strolled over to the stage and sat down in the middle surrounded by his drums and cymbals. He picked up a set of drumsticks, tickling the snare and the tom toms, his left foot tapping the high hat and his right resting on the peddle of the base drum.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” Tex said over the speakers. “I’m Tex Doyle, and this is the Tex Doyle Quartet.”
Max punctuated the announcement with a little flourish on the drums.
“We’d like to start off tonight with a little song that Larry wrote. It’s called Why Should I Worry, and we just recorded it for Laurie Records, so you should be hearing it on the radio, soon.” He turned and looked at Max, snapping his fingers, “One, two, three…”
They started to play. Larry was singing this time. He sounded just like Frankie Lane, even looked a little like him. Tex sounded more like Johnny Cash. Bobby was a tall skinny string bean who played a marvelous lead guitar. He and Max didn’t do any singing.
Max watched the girls as they danced and shimmied on the stage to either side of the band. They were all dressed like Mickey and all were stunning. And the way they danced was incredibly sexy. They played for 50 minutes. People were dancing and enjoying themselves. The booze was flowing freely. There was polite applause after each tune.
“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” Tex said. “Thank you. We’re going to take a short break, now, but we’ll be right back in about ten minutes.”
Bobby, Larry and Tex took off their guitars and put them down. Max put his drumsticks on the top of the bass drum, and the four of them ambled over to the bar. Max decided to stick to Cokes and not drink any beer this night. He was hoping to be driving south on a new adventure.
“Hey, Bobby,” he said, “let me ask you something.”
“Sure. What do you want?”
“Could you do me a favor?”
Bobby smiled. “Depends.”
Max pulled the pink slip out of his pocket. “I got laid off today. It’s going to be a pretty long layoff, I think, at least all summer long. I’d kinda like to take a trip again, like I did last summer.”
“Well, this is the last night for us in this joint. I suppose we could get by without you. Johnny Tremaine isn’t playing anywhere, right now. His group broke up after his last gig up at Greenwood Lake. Have you talked to Tex, yet?”
“No. You really run things anyway. But, listen, that’s not what I need.”
“Okay I’ll square it with Tex. What else do you need?”
“Do you think my drums would fit in your car?”
“Oh,” Bobby said. “I see. You want to just go on and leave on your trip tonight. You want me to take your drums back to your mother’s house?”
“That’s it,” Max replied. “Can you handle it?”
“Sure. I can put the amps in Larry’s Oldsmobile. I should be able to get the drums into the back seat. I took that big speaker out of the trunk so I can probably get some of them in there. Sure, I can do it for you. I’ll drop them off tomorrow afternoon. Does your mother know what you’re up to?”
“I left her a note.”
Bobby grinned at him. “Reckon you’ll get lucky like you did last year?”
Max grinned back at him. “I hope so. But, I’m just going to ride around and see a different part of the country.”
“Oh? Where’re you going this year?”
“I thought I’d go south. I’ve never been down there, and I’ve always heard it’s beautiful. Plus the women are supposed to be gorgeous.”