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  CALIENTE

  DM BARRETT

  This book is dedicated to Chef Rob Wilcox. He has prepared and served tens of thousands of great meals to Caliente members and guests.

  Copyright © 2019 by D. M. Barrett

  First Printing

  A special note of thanks to my good friend, M.J., for the lovely images of her perfect feet in heels on the cover.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means--electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning or other--without the prior written permission of the publisher.

  Published in 2019 by Horizon Press.

  Cover design by: Mat Yan Cover Designs

  Library of Congress Cataloguing

  ISBN: 978-1-070-81407-0

  Printed in the United States of America

  Table of Contents

  1. The Arrival

  2. Meet-N-Greet

  3. Morning and Evening (Part I)

  4. Morning and Evening (Part II)

  5. Sunday Morning Coming Down

  6. Ladies’ Night

  7. To A Mouse (Part I)

  8. To A Mouse (Part II)

  9. Waver’s Day Out

  10. Run & Fun

  11. Baseball & Birthdays

  12. Block Party

  13. Honkytonk Badonkadonk

  14. Comedy Club

  15. Hurricane Party (Part I)

  16. Hurricane Party (Part II)

  17. Behind The Eight Ball

  18. Caliente Pirate Festival (Part I)

  19. Caliente Pirate Festival (Part II)

  1. The Arrival

  After leaving Tampa International Airport, it wasn’t long before the resort shuttle approached the gates of Caliente Resort and Spa. The warm sunshine, gentle tropical breeze, and swaying palms were quite a contrast to the sub-freezing temperatures and snow-covered landscape of Minnesota.

  It only took a week to convince Doc that his future was in Tampa not Minneapolis. It took another week to get their home listed for sale. By the third week, the two adult girls were fully vested in their parents’ move.

  A large ground mounted sign at the resort entrance to the walled community gave way to uniformed guards at the gate. A guard lifted the barrier and motioned for the shuttle to pass.

  “Take us to the residence, please. We’ll call a cart for the clubhouse in an hour or so,” Dr. Michaels instructed.

  “No problem,” the driver responded.

  The residence that had been bequeathed to Doc was a large one-story structure with a reddish beige tile roof and light beige stucco exterior.

  As the couple opened the door, they were greeted by marble and hardwood floors, luxurious Persian rugs, fine art on the walls, and expensive Victorian style furniture. The dining room was furnished with a twelve-seat dining table, hutch, and server topped by a Tiffany tea set. The table was set with fine Astbury black pattern china.

  There was a large swimming pool, with fire bowls and fountains, visible from the living room, den, and master bedroom. A large ten-person spa was positioned in the upper left portion of the screen enclosed patio.

  The house consisted of a master bedroom, three additional bedrooms, four full baths, and a three-car garage. It was nestled amongst several dozen luxury homes in the upscale neighborhood.

  As Marilyn Michaels entered the master bedroom she exclaimed, “There’s even sheets on the beds!”

  “There are linens in the closet, too,” Doc remarked.

  “Check the liquor cabinet and the pantry,” his wife instructed.

  “There’s enough liquor to open a store and there’s every type canned good imaginable in the pantry,” Doc observed.

  “You call your mother and I’ll get us registered and our memberships paid at the resort office,” Marilyn instructed.

  “I’ll swap duties with you,” her husband replied.

  “Not for all the liquor in that cabinet,” she retorted.

  “It would be easier to write a chapter for a novel than be on the phone with Waver for an hour,” Doc lamented.

  Marilyn took her cell phone from her purse, dialed the resort office and asked, “This is Marilyn Michaels. Could you send a golf cart over to 69 Sandhill Crane Drive?”.

  “It will be here in a few minutes. Good luck with your mother,” she said with a chuckle.

  Doc picked up his cell phone and hit speed dial for his mother. She was unaware that her half- brother’s property was located inside a clothing optional community and resort. Doc was not breaking that news to her – ever.

  “Waver, this is your favorite son calling from the sunshine state,” Doc announced.

  “I bet that house is in rough shape. Your Uncle Donald was always a nasty housekeeper,” Waver remarked.

  “He must have had a maid or two. This thing is huge, fully furnished, and in great shape,” Dr. Michaels reported.

  “I suppose he put some of that Donald Duck Orange Juice money to work,” Waver Michaels remarked.

  While Doc continued the conversation with his mother, Marilyn was waiting to see the General Manager of the resort, Steve Riley. It might have been better for Doc if she had switched duties.

  An attractive blonde lady opened the office door and said, “Ms. Michaels, Mr. Riley can see you now.”

  The pair walked through what appeared to be an office door directly onto a second story patio that overlooked the heart of the resort’s 250,000-gallon waterfall pool, Tiki Bar, and outdoor stage.

  As the two ladies approached, Mr. Riley looked up from his makeshift work area and greeted them. He was clad in a short sleeve floral pattern shirt and khaki pants. His laptop computer rested on a metal dining table with four chairs.

  Steve Riley stood to welcome Marilyn Michaels, “We’re glad that you and Doc are here with us. Donald Wales was a wonderful member at Caliente for the last fifteen years. We all miss him greatly.”

  “I never met Doc’s Uncle Donald, but I’ve heard a few humorous stories about him,” she replied.

  “You can bet that they’re all true. He was definitely a character,” Mr. Riley replied.

  “We need to register, pay our annual dues, and take care of all the business things,” Marilyn reported.

  “I think Anastasia has all the paperwork you need. If you will sign where she points and then give her a card, you will be good to go,” Steve replied.

  “While she is processing the paperwork, I want to ask a few questions,” Ms. Michaels said.

  “If I know the answer, I will tell you. If not, we’ll ask Anastasia,” Mr. Riley said with a chuckle.

  “We saw in the brochures and on the website that the lifestyle is highly touted,” Marilyn remarked.

  “Caliente Resort and Spa is lifestyle-friendly but it does not sponsor or require lifestyle activities,” the general manager explained.

  “Doc and I are here for a change of pace. He needs something to challenge him. He had an active lifestyle before the accident. We need to get him back to there – the sooner the better,” Ms. Michaels continued, “We even saw a lifestyle fitness center just a few miles from here near the University Square Mall!”

  “We have our own fitness center that’s open 24 hours a day, seven days a week,” Mr. Riley replied.

  “Do you have personal trainers?” she asked.

  “We have two men and two women. You can interview them and choose the ones you prefer. The fitness center is included in your membership. The personal trainers are paid by the hour
and charged to your Caliente account monthly,” Steve explained.

  “We are very, very excited about the lifestyle,” Marilyn exclaimed.

  “Does Doc really want to get into the swing of things so to speak?” Steve asked.

  “I will see that he does,” Marilyn said with a chuckle.

  At this point it becomes obvious that Marilyn Michaels and Steve Riley are talking about two different kinds of lifestyle. Marilyn is interested in a healthy, diet and exercise program to aid Doc’s recovery from the accident. Steve thinks she’s talking about what was once called swinging.

  “I will give your name and phone number to some of the local clubs and have them contact you,” the general manager offered.

  “Doc has always been an active member in several service clubs in the Minneapolis area. He needs more socialization and purpose in his life,” she replied.

  “There’s always plenty of servicing needed here – especially on the weekends,” Steve Riley said with a stifled laugh before continuing.

  “By the way, be sure to visit our boutique downstairs. They have a great selection of exciting products,” Steve suggested.

  “I’m headed there now,” she said as she stood to leave.

  “Also, tonight is our Friday Meet-N-Greet. It’s a great time to meet new friends both in the lifestyle and not in the lifestyle,” Steve said.

  * * *

  After Doc finished his almost hour-long conversation with his mother, he decided to do some further exploration of the house that he inherited from his Uncle Donald. He was definitely in for a few surprises.

  Doc rolled his wheelchair through the utility room to the door that exited into the three-car garage. In fact, there were three cars inside the garage!

  There was a 700 series late model navy blue BMW coupe, a relative new maroon Lincoln Navigator, and a new, white Ford Escape. It looked like the inside of a car dealership show room.

  Doc thought to himself that maybe his Uncle Donald bought the BMW to impress a few ladies, the Navigator to haul his girlfriends, and the Ford Escape for sharking for chicks relatively unnoticed.

  While Doc further checked out the garage, Marilyn made her way to Lust, the resort’s adult boutique. Needless to say that surprises awaited both of them.

  Marilyn was welcomed into the boutique by a beautiful attractive blonde named Charlotte. She was very friendly and helpful.

  “Come in and let us feed your man’s lust,” Charlotte invited.

  “I’m in for that action,” Marilyn replied.

  “We have tons of sexy wear, hundreds of pieces of exotic jewelry, and dozens of different kinds of personal pleasure devices,” the store manager announced.

  “Oh my!” she gasped.

  “Honey, we’ve got one called the cock-a-doodle-do. It’s so good that if it could take out the trash, you’d give up men!” Charlotte boasted.

  “What type of sexy swimwear do you have?” Ms. Michaels inquired in an attempt to change the subject.

  “They are in those three wicker baskets marked small, medium and large. Just rummage through your size. It’s like a garage sale over there,” Charlotte suggested.

  “Wow! They are really reasonably priced,” Marilyn remarked.

  “This is a clothing optional resort. Most folks exercise the option,” she replied with a slight laugh.

  “Where are the tops?” Marilyn asked.

  “We don’t cover up perfection,” the store manager said with a large smile.

  “I like this one. It’s the right size and it looks like a leather thong,” Marilyn said as she held up the small swimsuit bottom.

  “It’s actually vinyl and it’s 100% waterproof. It’s full of energy, if you get what I mean,” Charlotte said.

  “I’ll take it. Do you have anything else on special?” Marilyn asked.

  “Our newest and most popular line is called animal tails. We’ve got red fox, silver fox, raccoon, and skunk. The skunk inspired model has been the fastest seller. We call it the ‘Little Stinker,’” Charlotte instructed.

  Marilyn took the animal tail in hand and began to feel of it. It was faux fur but was very realistic. It had a small elastic band at the very end that looped around a clear, double knobbed piece of plastic.

  “How do you wear it?” Marilyn asked.

  Charlotte reached beneath the counter and placed a bottle of personal lubricant called Liquid Silk on the sales counter.

  Upon seeing the bottle, Marilyn gasped, “Oh hell!”

  * * *

  Meanwhile back at the mansion, Doc had his first two visitors. It was two female neighbors who were taking their early afternoon walk through the neighborhood. Seeing that Doc had left the garage doors open, they realized that the Michaels had arrived.

  The two well-endowed women went to the back of the house and knocked on the sliding patio door to get Doc’s attention. When he wheeled toward the glass door, the two ladies crushed their bare breasts against it.

  Doc opened the door and the two thong-clad women stepped inside. It was as if the road runner had just met two female road runners at once.

  “I thought you were the Welcome Wagon,” Doc said with a laugh.

  “We’re your naughty neighbors,” the buxom blonde said.

  “I don’t know your names, but I’ll know you when I see them . . . er, I mean you,” Doc stammered.

  “I’m Kimberly,” the blonde replied.

  “I’m Janice,” the brunette said.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet your girls . . . er, I mean you girls,” Dr. Michaels said.

  “We sure miss Donald. He was a lot of fun,” Janice remarked.

  “Are you a lot of fun?” Kimberly asked.

  “That’s up for debate these days,” Dr. Michaels replied.

  “You come to the Meet-N-Greet tonight. We’ll buy you a drink and we can get to know each other better,” Janice invited.

  “Bring your wife. We’ll make her feel welcome, too,” Kimberly promised.

  Doc nodded as the ladies went out the glass sliding door and gave him a sexy wave. Those ladies are a hand-full he thought.

  He heard Marilyn come in the front door and saw the she was carrying a small shopping bag that said Lust. The logo on the sack said: ‘Lust Can Be Tamed But Rarely Conquered.’

  “Is your lust tamed or conquered?” Doc said slightly sarcastically.

  “I bought something to unleash your lust,” she replied with a smile.

  “Let’s see what you got,” Doc said.

  “I was hoping you would say that,” Marilyn responded.

  She opened the small plastic bag, removed the faux leather thong, and held it up for her husband to see. It was very shiny in the well-lit living room and drew considerable attention from her husband.

  “Is that leather?” Dr. Michaels asked.

  “It’s made of vinyl and it’s waterproof,” Marilyn beamed.

  “Where’s the top?” Doc inquired.

  “This is a clothing optional resort, dear,” she retorted.

  “You’re pretty close to exercising the option with that thing,” Doc said.

  “Do you like it or not?” the wife asked insistently.

  “I’ll need to see it modeled,” Doc said wryly.

  “Tomorrow, tomorrow, you’ll see it tomorrow. We’ll be at Meet-N-Greet today,” she said paraphrasing a song from the Broadway show, Annie.

  “Tomorrow is . . . another day,” Doc said quoting Scarlett O’Hara from Gone With The Wind.

  2. Meet-N-Greet

  Doc was always well dressed but conservative in his attire. For the upcoming round of introductions to new friends and neighbors, he opted for a black polo style dress shirt a pair of dress pants with a very tiny hound’s tooth pattern.

  His wheelchair was black with subdued red trim. The frame was almost a candy apple red. It was built for looks and speed,

  The chair’s model was a Quickie 2. It was functional with a futuristic look.

  The one thing about
the wheelchair that was destined be a conversation starter at Caliente was the company’s logo on the back of the chair. It read: Everyone Loves A Quickie!

  When Marilyn stepped out of the master bedroom into the living room, Doc got an eyeful — and more.

  She was clad in a fire engine red dress, barely-there marching red high heels, and a pearl necklace, bracelet, and ring.

  The red heels were mostly open and consisted of a few straps that held her nearly bare feet in position. Her French tip pedicure caused one to take a brief respite before following her shapely legs to the hem of the dress.

  The dress stopped about mid-thigh and made it appear that her long legs made their way to heaven. On her left side it appeared to be a red version of the proverbial little black dress.

  When Marilyn turned, the right side of the dress had six horizontal cut outs about two inches in height. The cut outs started at the bust and ended a few inches above the hem.

  The first cut out gave a window to the side of her firm, slightly uplifted breast. Two other cut outs, one at the top of the hip and one lower on the hip completed a truly provocative look.

  It was patently obvious from the right side view that only the red-hot dress was between her and the public.

  “What do you think?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

  “It has me itching and longing with desire,” Doc said with a slightly elevated tone in his voice.

  “That the effect I was hoping for,” she responded.

  “I have a prediction,” Doc teased.

  “I’m waiting for your vision of the future,” Marilyn replied.

  “When we get home from Meet-N-Greet that dress will hit the floor in less than 30 seconds,” he predicted.

  Marilyn opened the front door and nodded toward the outdoors. Doc didn’t waste any time rolling his wheelchair through the front door.

  While on his self-directed tour of the house he inherited from Uncle Donald, he located another vehicle. It was a mint condition electric golf cart that was built to look like a miniature two toned black and white 1957 Chevrolet.