Nobody looking at me would believe my wife
Bambi and me
as a couple. Mainly
because I'm an ordinary looking guy,
smallish, thin, mid thirties. In fact I look like the bookkeeper
everyone usually thinks I am.
That's how we met.
Bambi, my wife, is my own age, but that's
all we have in common
except each other. She's
a blonde dish who works as a receptionist
at Starlite Entertainment which
is where I met her, me hired to do
their annual audit. I
would never have approached her if her boss
hadn't asked me to help her out with her personal bookkeeping.
Her boss Ron Silverman runs Starlite for some corporation
in Nevada; I don't ask too many questions about that, and
one day
I
was sitting in his office. He arranged
gigs for lots of
showgirls and black acts,
and showed me some early pictures of
Bambi,
because he knew I dropped pencils everytime she came
into
the office.
"See that, Harry, here's her first
picture, when she came into the
office 15 years ago. Just a kid!"
I looked, swallowed. She wasn't blonde then, a brunette, but with
those big firm 40D-cup breasts she still had, and full lips
and teasing
expression.
I noticed the name said Jane Pulaski.
"Quite a babe then, still is of
course, but not a headliner any more.
I
chose her name, Bambi Foxx, had her hair and teeth done, but not
her boobs, nope, those are all natural. Of course now she has to
exercise an hour a day to keep it. Lately, with all the amateurs in
the trade, and the kids and silicone, her career isn't the
same any more.
How
you doing on her taxes?"
"Um, almost done, sir, she owes a
bit."
"Your'e a
good accountant, Harry! Steady and
honest. Say, you
know what, why don't you go out with Bambi? Pretty obvious you
dig her."
I sputtered in my coffee, "ulp, um, sir, I doubt if she'd, well I mean
I
think she has someone." That was
true, I know receptionists in talent
agencies are hired for their looks and shall we say, 'friendly'
dispositions,
but I had seen her getting and accepting dates and
invitations from
several of the black athletes and gamblers who hung around the
entertainers
that Ron booked.
"What are you talking about? She'd just love to go out with you.
Your'e just the kind of steady influence babes like her need in
their lives.
She's
divorced from her third marriage, no kids, her finances were in
a mess from the last no-good she married. A few of my exotic dancers
wise up around her age if theyr'e
lucky. Here's a pic of one of her
friends,
Debbie
Delight. See that, maybe youv'e seen her around.