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1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode the wind. His right hand firmly gripped the steering wheel as he sang along to ZZ Top’s “Just Looking For Some Tush” blasting from the stereo cassette player under the car’s dash. Logan Lee felt free at last as he was on his way to the most deliciously wicked city in the Deep South: New Orleans.Soon, though, his mind was back in Macon, Georgia playing over the events that had launched him on his defiant westward journey that morning. Two weeks earlier, Logan Lee’s high school sweetheart, Bethany, had dumped him, leaving him heartbroken and dejected. He began to mope around despondent for days. His melancholy only deepened once he realized that his love, Bethany, had taken up with Dallas, his philandering third cousin. Everyone knew that if Dallas had not had fornicated with a girl by the second date that there would not be a third. Adding insult to injury, Bethany had been seen with Dallas every day and evening for the previous week and half. The thought of his sleazy cousin, Dallas, frolicking between Bethany’s legs was more than Logan Lee could stand.Bred into southern aristocracy, Logan Lee felt trapped by his cultural upbringing and family traditions. Why, even his first kiss from Bethany had been a stolen moment, behind a huge magnolia tree at her débutante party. They were both 16 years old and Bethany was wearing a long, pastel, flowered dress, underscored with a poofed-out petticoat, whilst he was appropriately decked out in a pastel seersucker summer suit, white shirt and tie. That first kiss had mesmerized him so that he could not sleep at all that night.Eventually, Logan Lee and Bethany discovered sex and spent many moonlit evenings fucking on a blanket, down by the Ocmulgee River. Life had been blissful for Logan Lee. That was until their recent high school graduation. That was when Logan Lee’s content life began to fall apart.Bethany had been accepted to attend The University of Georgia, in Athens, where she anticipated pledging the same sorority that her mother and grandmother had been in. Logan Lee had hoped to follow Bethany to Athens to attend the university also, but his parents had other plans. They were convinced that The University of Georgia was a terrible, sinful den of iniquity. Just three years before, nearly the entire student body had made national news by discarding their clothes with the entire campus frolicking in a college craze called streaking. Some two-thousand students had run naked over the bridge by the football stadium. Logan Lee’s ever-so-fundamental mother would not hear of her son attending such a morally decadent institution.Logan Lee had been relegated to applying to Georgia College, just 30 minutes from Macon. There, he would be expected to pledge his father’s old fraternity and come home to visit most weekends. Not only was Logan Lee despondent over that arrangement, but Bethany had also objected to it, though it is quite possible she used that as an excuse to end their relationship.Logan Lee pondered that concept as he continued cruising south-west along the interstate. It all made sense to him then. His cousin, Dallas, was a junior at the university in Athens, and knowing that Logan Lee’s parents would never let him attend there, Dallas had made a successful play for the ever-so-gorgeous and ultra-rich, Bethany. Logan Lee had desperately come up with a ploy to, at least temporarily, escape his ensnarement. He knew that his own father had made a youthful pilgrimage to New Orleans just before he started college. So, Logan Lee had packed his bags the night before and announced the next morning, over family breakfast in the veranda, that he gaziantep suriyeli escort was going to New Orleans for a month. His mother had stood up and forbidden it, but Logan Lee stood his ground, using his father’s one-time trip as an excuse. By the time the shouting had settled and the biscuits and gravy were cold, Logan Lee was packing his bags into the little trunk of his MGB.His mother stood crying, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief, as his father waved goodbye. Their ploy of withholding funds for such a trip had failed, as Logan Lee, at age 18, was already eligible to start receiving his rather substantial trust fund. He had driven by the stock brokerage and picked up a check that morning, before cashing it at the bank and heading out on his journey.After stopping for a fried chicken and biscuits dinner, Logan Lee found himself driving into Mobile, Alabama, with Mobile Bay on the horizon. Soon thereafter, he found himself cruising along the Gulf of Mexico, the white sands of Mississippi beaches on his left and the beautiful but ancient historic white-columned, antebellum homes behind well-manicured green lawns on his right. His journey through Mississippi was brief because he soon passed the large granite sign carved into the shape of the state of Louisiana, which proclaimed, ‘You are now entering Louisiana, the Pelican State.’He found the sites of Louisiana most compelling: miles and miles of swamp, teeming with many kinds of birds and the occasional alligator scurrying into the green, reed, thicket swamp water, when he heard the sound of his car approaching. Logan Lee knew that he would soon be in New Orleans, when he reached the nearly thirty-mile-long Lake Pontchartrain Causeway that seemed to barely hover over the nearly endless span of water. He then happily anticipated his arrival in The Big Easy.Once he arrived in New Orleans, Logan thought it best to find one of the better hotels downtown, rather than stay over in The French Quarter. He may have been southern aristocracy, but he had spent enough time hanging out in the rough streets and illegal ‘juke joints’ around Macon to know to take precautions. He finally stopped at the high rise downtown Marriott, with its secured parking lot and registered at the front desk.Logan Lee ordered a hamburger and French fries from room service, then he showered and changed into khaki trousers, a white linen shirt, a light-colored summer blazer, penny loafers and no socks. He rode the elevator downstairs and hailed a cab on the street,“I’d like you to take me to one of the better jazz clubs on Bourbon Street,” he told the cabby, as he handed him a very generous tip.“No problem,” answered the cabby in a slightly Cajun accent.He dropped Logan Lee on Bourbon Street, in front of a bar. “You will like this place,” said the cabby, “No one here will try to rip you off.” Then he added, “The bartender is Bobby Joe and he is a friend of mine, so tell him Hank said ‘hello.’ ”Logan Lee stepped into the bar. A jazz quintet made up of elderly black gentlemen, wearing black suits and ties, was playing and large ceiling fans spun slowly overhead. He sat on a stool at the bar, and as the bartender walked up, Logan Lee asked, “Are you Bobby Joe?”“Yea, I sure am,” the bartender answered, bewildered.“Hank says ‘hello’,” stated Logan Lee.“So, Hank dropped you off outside,” the bartender chuckled and said, “He’s my brother-in-law. What’ll ya have?”“Jack and Coke on the rocks,” answered Logan Lee.Since the jazz club was nearly empty that early in the afternoon, Logan Lee had Bobby Joe’s attention for the next hour as he sat listening to the jazz band play. He revealed to the bartender all of the events that led to his trip to New Orleans.Finally, Bobby Joe said, “Young man, what you need is to get laid.”“Yes sir, I need it bad,” answered Logan Lee.“I know a place that will treat you right,” said Bobby Joe, “But it’s a tad pricey.”“That wouldn’t be a problem,” answered Logan Lee.Bobby Joe took out his pen and wrote an address on one of the napkins with the bar’s logo on it. Then he scribbled his initials underneath. He folded the napkin and handed it to Logan Lee. “Do me a favor,” said Bobby Joe. “Since I am referring you, please be on your best behavior.”“I promise I will,” answered Logan Lee.“It’s just around the corner, third door on the left,” said Bobby Joe. “Have fun.”“Thanks, I will,” answered Logan Lee, as he slapped some cash down on the bar and eagerly waltzed out the door.Logan Lee went to the address and stopped in front of a three-story, typical French Quarter row house, brick painted white, with two balconies, all set off in ornate, black wrought-iron. He stepped onto the porch and started to turn the door knob on the wrought-iron door that led to an open foyer. A very large, well-muscled, dark tanned man was in a chair, casually leaned back against the wall, but he suddenly stood up and walked over to Logan Lee.“Can I help you, young man?” The man asked in a thick Cajun accent.“Sir, I was given this address by Bobby Joe,” said Logan Lee, showing the man the napkin with the address on it.The man grunted under his breath, then pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the wrought-iron door and opened it, gesturing for Logan Lee to enter.“Ring the door bell,” the man said.Logan Lee stepped up to the fancy, stained-glass door at the end of the open foyer and looked for the doorbell. He finally guessed that it was the fancy chain with an ornament on the end which extended from the wall and hung down. He pulled the chain and could hear the faint sound of the doorbell inside. Seconds later, a short chubby bald man, wearing a butler’s tuxedo opened the door and gestured for him to enter.“Follow me,” the butler ordered.Logan Lee followed him down a hallway where many French style paintings of reclining nude women adorned the walls. The butler led him into a large room with many fancy sofas and sitting chairs. The style was Victorian and seemed quite expensive. “Sit here. Madame May will be in shortly,” the man said in a rather sophisticated accent.It wasn’t long at all before a smartly dressed, pudgy, middle-aged woman with a very pretty face came in, wearing a warm smile upon her face.“Hello, young man,” she greeted Logan.He stood up and bowed slightly saying, “Good evening, ma’am.”She motioned for him to sit back down as she sat in a chair next to him.“I’m Madame May,” she said, “What may I inquire is your name, young man?”“Ma’am, I’m Logan Lee Beauregard,” he answered, “From Macon, Georgia.”“Oh, I see,” she said, “I was going to ask where you were from. I recognize your Georgia accent. You come from a society family, it sounds like. In my business, I can tell a lot about people by the way they talk.”“My dad owns a kaolin mining company,” answered Logan Lee. “I’m expected to take over the family business someday.”“I see,” she said. “My aunt used to have a place in Macon. I believe it was known as Miss Marie’s Place.”“Oh yes,” answered Logan Lee, “It was well known, kind of an icon of old Macon; people still talk about it.”“I bet they do,” answered Madame May. A smile played around the corner of her mouth. “You must be wanting to see a pretty young lady this evening?”“Yes ma’am,” he answered.“Anything in particular that you are interested in?”“I’ve only been with my one girlfriend before,” said Logan Lee. “I’d love something different.”“Let’s see, hmmmm,” Madame May stood up, walked across the room and retrieved a rather large fancy leather portfolio from a drawer in and end table. Her expression was unreadable as she handed the folder to Logan Lee and sat back down.Logan Lee examined the document in his hands. It had the appearance of a fancy menu from a very expensive restaurant. He soon realized that it was a menu of sorts. Logan Lee was awestruck at what he was reading: a menu of services. His heart began to race and he could feel his cock as it tugged snug inside his pants, growing as his mind pictured the possibilities laid out before him on this expensively engraved menu.After reading over the options offered in the ‘menu’ and pondering the scenarios, he soon settled on one that really appealed to him. Logan Lee looked up at Madame May with a very mischievous smile and said, “I’ve decided.”“What will it be, Mr. Beauregard?” asked Madame May with curious anticipation.“My mama would surely not approve,” said Logan Lee, “This would surely offend her Christian and southern aristocratic sensibilities, which makes it all the more appealing.”Madame May sat straight up in her chair, hands crossed at her knees, smiling and waiting for his answer with great interest.“I’ll have the Neapolitan,” answered Logan Lee with a devilish grin.“Well,” said Madame May, as she smartly clasped her hands together and smiled. “I am positive your mama would not approve, but you have made an excellent choice and will have an absolutely wonderful time.” She stood up and moved towards the door. “I’ll go make the arrangements. I know just the ladies for you.”She left the room and Logan Lee sat there for a few minutes until a tall blonde in her late thirties dressed only in a red negligee and high heels marched into the room. “Follow me, Mr. Beauregard,” she commanded.Logan Lee got up and eagerly followed her down the hall and then up a fancy staircase. Two flights of steps they walked, then he followed the woman down a hallway and she opened a door for him. Logan Lee entered the room, which was decorated in a very ornate Victorian manner. The largest bed he had ever seen was against the back wall, with an enormous, framed mirror as the head board. Above the bed, another huge mirror covered much of the ceiling except for the ceiling fan with slowly rotating wooden blades. The windows were large, though one contained a window air conditioner which hummed monotonously as it cooled off the room. A French door led out to the balcony. A fancy bar was at one end of the room and several pieces of Victorian style furniture were neatly arranged throughout. The blonde woman in the red negligee said, “Make yourself comfortable Mr. Beauregard. Your hosts will join you shortly.” With that, she turned and left. Just as she walked out the door, the butler who had answered the door earlier came in carrying an ice bucket with two bottles of champagne. Without saying a word, he grabbed a tall but small folding table from the corner and sat it next to the bed, placing the champagne and ice bucket on it. He then left without saying a word.Logan Lee reclined on the bed and waited several minutes. Then the door opened again and two young girls entered. He jumped to his feet and gazed at them with hungry anticipation. A gorgeous, slightly tall, black girl entered first, her long black hair straightened until it looped into an under curl that wrapped around her shoulders. With her was an equally beautiful Asian girl, of average height, her black silky hair also long and straight. Both girls stood before Logan Lee, whose mind felt numb as he gazed at those extremely gorgeous girls wearing only negligees and high-heeled pumps.“Hi Logan Lee,” said the black girl, sporting a wide, friendly smile and gesturing to the Asian girl. “This is Cai and I am Naomi.”“Hi y’all,” drawled a very mesmerized Logan Lee.Before he could get another word out, the two girls stepped closer and gave him a gentle nudge down onto the bed. The two girls simultaneously grabbed his feet and pulled off his loafers, tossing them playfully over their shoulders and giggling. Logan Lee watched in utter amazement, as the two girls, who were still smiling and looking him in the eyes. Naomi then reached in, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Each girl then began tugging on a pants’ leg until his chinos slid off his legs. Cai then folded them neatly and laid them in a nearby chair. The girls next unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that off of him, leaving Logan Lee sprawled on the bed in only his red paisley boxer shorts, which conspicuously protruded upward as a result of his throbbing erection.“I like boxer shorts,” said Naomi, “They are for men of distinction, unlike those silly tightie whities most boys about your age wear.”“I like boxers too,” added Cai, “No tightie whities.”Logan Lee did not know what to say.
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