I'D BE

OCTOPUSI

 

Buzz and Jake are busy. They look over the naive, the hot tootsies standing around the Palace dance floor. It's Saturday night and the pickin' is sure to be easy. Jake stares at a newcomer who is with two of his early conquests. Her stylish tan pant suit isn't tight but it isn't loose either. Her jacket isn't buttoned so he can scrutinize her head to the soles of her shoes. The body looks ripe, inviting. He nudges his pal, Buzz. Without words his eyes say 'look what I just found.' Buzz sees, winks to Jake and turns his attention to Babs, a smooth dancer. The music is a bit tinny but that doesn't hold him back.

 

Asking her to dance with him isn't even necessary. As soon as Babs sees him walking towards her, her arms go out, invite him to enter. With ease one hand slips into the small of her back, draws her tight against him. The two clasp hands and spin onto the crowded dance floor. There's  no John Travalto around, no greasy hair do's, no tables, no chairs, except a few folding ones along the wall. The sitters don't move. They have taken possession and just watch.

 

Jake sees the girl in the tan pant suit, decides on his own to call her Pantsy, and aims at her. Buzz is somewhat content with Babs and hangs around her like a little puppy dog waiting for a bone. I can't help but laugh because his chin is wet from drooling. 

 

It is easy to see something happening at the entrance. Dancers are leaving the floor to look at the two very handsome young men who have just walked in. They aren't teens like the regulars, are in their mid-twenties. Jake makes funny motions, purses his lips, puts his hands on his hips and wiggles them around. The crowd moves back and lets the men enter. Dancing begins again and that is when trouble starts. The two men glance at each other, nod,  and walk onto the floor, then dance together. Whispers are loud, Buzz and Jake's the loudest. 'Sweetum's, you too look divine dancing. Do you trade leading places?' After two dances the men have been razzed enough and leave.

 

Jake has cornered Pantsy and is holding her too tight. His hands move up and down her back and she pulls away. Thinking he's god's gift to women, he dips her, lets her hair touch the floor, and lifts her even tighter to his body. Buzz sees his friend sweating, going too far with a girl he barely knows. It excites him, he wants in. He taps Jake on the shoulder to switch partners and is pushed away.

 

Babs is standing with girlfriends, their mouths chatter endlessly as their eyes scan the unattached guys. Needing a chance to score, Jake goes for it 'What the hell,' he thinks and heads her way. No question she is not overly thrilled but accepts his silly deep bow to her. Taking her hand, holding it warmly to his waist, he swings her out and the charade goes on.

 

He whispers something in her ear, spots Jake dancing very close to Pantsy. Buzz is on fire, let's go of her hand and cops a feel. The next thing he feels is a hard smack on his face. His arms are empty. Eyes are on him as Pantsy yells, 'Get those octopus arms off of me, you twit!'

 

Babs dances on, is twirled and felt and isn't one bit afraid of Octopusi.