Miss Ruby by Spencer T., Second Chapter...

Chapter Two

"I do not appreciate being treated like a whore! I told you I didn't want any money from you and was pissed when I found this in my vest pocket. Please take this fifty-dollar bill and do something good with it or give it to charity. If we are going to have some sort of relationship, I don't want your money!" Miss Ruby was totally confused; every man she had been with had loved receiving money from her. She quietly took the money and slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

I was keeping her off guard in always being different from what she had been used to. I didn't appreciate her take-charge attitude when it came to me and certainly didn't like her making plans for me when I had other things planned. Another issue was my car. She had ordered someone to have a key made to make it more convenient to move my car from one place to the other when we rode together in her limousine. It unnerved her that I was not impressed by the limo, her driver or any of the trappings that made her life different from mine. Though I was only a tender nineteen year old, I had already formed personal habits, which were just the opposite of the many men she knew. That impressed her, even though she still wanted me to be impressed with what she had accomplished. Soon, I found out that the gig we had at the Iron Gate had been arranged by her and was a payoff for something the owner owed her. We had been there weeks before I met her and before discovering what influence she had in the local entertainment industry. She tossed around her power to award or punish as she saw fit and wanted to have a lot more influence on me than I allowed. Often, all she wanted was for us to talk. She was fascinated by my ideas and ideals; and at some point asked, "Would you help me change my life?"

I was constantly in somewhat of a state of shock in dealing with her. I knew she was older than I but her age was a town secret. Some weeks had passed with us having intermittent encounters and occasional sexual interludes, which always freaked me to the maximum. Here I was, a young man still feeling his way in life, with a very beautiful, yet barely educated woman, who had a huge legacy of success dealing with the gutter end of life. Which I abhorred.

I constantly wondered if seeing her at all was too large a contrast for what I wanted from life; but my ego always climbed in the equation, causing me to succumb to her desires. It was easy to see that I had become someone special to her, perhaps because she came to realize I would not be overwhelmed with her lifestyle nor in what I could "get" out of her. We walked a fine line to continue that relationship¾whatever it was called. One day I came home from Harris Teachers College knowing I had to grab a nap before going to work at midnight after getting homework done. Miss Ruby called, begging, pleading that I meet her as soon as possible. Since explaining my situation didn't move her, I finally agreed for us to meet. She gave me an unfamiliar address not too far from my home so I wasn't too concerned. I went and knocked on the door to find her in jeans and an oversized man's shirt. I had never seen her in other than her finery, and was pleased to see an ordinary woman who was still just as beautiful as ever.

Ruby hugged me vigorously, "This is our new place. A place where we can meet and not be around the crowd or the bodyguards and all those people you don't care for. I want you to help me invest money in places so you'll think better of me." While she still had an almost begging expression on her face, she seemed satisfied that she was doing what I would have her do.

I was still somewhat confused, "why me?'

She went through a long explanation about never having met someone who wasn't trying to get all they could from her and she knew months before that she wanted me in her life. I couldn't help but be impressed that she thought enough of me to buy a small house where we could spend time together alone, but it caused me additional concern, wondering how deeply I was getting with her.

She told me she knew I had to get back to get some sleep, but I could stay there if I wished. As she planted the key in my hand, she hugged and kissed me more like a close relative would than a lover. We continued our occasional interludes, but she grew more dependent on my advice and ideas to the point that on more than one occasion she handed me a bag of cash to help her count. Always those sessions led to a discussion about purchasing another apartment building or house that would produce additional income. I had saved what I considered good money from my earnings from entertaining but wanted to leave that life because it kept me in a quandary, not really wanting to be in that life.

So I became not only her lover but also a confidant she grew to depend on more and more. I learned she had arranged for another Madame to handle her girls and was no longer involved in the gambling trade in town. She began to see that she could take the money she earned from her lounges and taxicabs and invest it in other legal enterprises and make even more money. It thrilled her like a child who had been given a new toy and it kept me visiting her regularly. There came a time we were at our house discussing investment strategy when she fell apart. She simply blurted out that I needed to step up to the plate and be more of a man for her, so she could step out of the limelight and be a housewife.

At first I thought she had lost her mind but then recognized that she was a very lonely person needing someone to share with her. It was then I told her about my girlfriend whom I later married. I was surprised that she already knew about her. She made a few specific demands to me, while I told her in no uncertain terms I could not be who she wanted me to be for her. After my suggestion that she find someone more her age I soon discovered she took it the wrong way because she went into a rage about having a lovely body, firm good looking breasts, a tight perfect ass and legs of perfect proportions. There was no doubt she was right in her assessment, but I was speaking about a more mature man who could satisfy her needs. Her only reply was, "but I want you."

We fell into one of the deepest sexual forays we'd had up until that point. We never spoke of it again. It became known in the streets that I was helping her change her life. This caused many encounters with men of all ages making sleazy inquiries as to how good was she in bed? Was she an alcoholic? Did she give good head and was her entire body as perfect naked as it was in clothes? I was the envy of many of the men she did business with, but it really was not a satisfying ego trip.

It did allow me to be recognized just about any place I went and accepted as well. Miss Ruby did in fact have a real influence in my life. A year or so after she accepted I was seriously involved with someone else, she had purchased a number of four-family flats, duplexes and a few houses; and I became her bookkeeper and created form letters to send to tenants when needed.

I received my first draft notice in the spring of 1966 and was mentally preparing to go to war. She wanted me to meet her little girl down south who lived with her sister before I was to leave so we prepared for the event. After deciding that she wanted her daughter to come to St Louis, she became a nervous wreck and fell into a depressive state. My attempts at getting her to go visit and not have the child to come here fell on deaf ears. Not known to me, she was preparing to create a life in which to introduce her daughter and keep her away from the real life style she had lived. I found her looking at every sort of magazine available and cutting out articles from the newspapers to help give her ideas of what to do with the child when she arrived. I didn't feel good about the pretense, but she insisted. When her daughter arrived, a beautiful nine-year-old child, I accompanied her to the bus station to meet her. Miss Ruby did not look like herself in that she was dressed in a light colored sundress with sandals as shoes. She was obviously nervous and felt out of place with a child by her side. I took the lead and talked with the little girl as a friend of her mom's and the child suggested that her aunt had wanted her to visit the zoo. We went to eat and took her daughter to the little bungalow she called our house. A handful of friends showed up to greet the child but didn't stay long. The next morning we took a daylong trip to the zoo and her daughter had a blast. I had to work the next day so I didn't see her till late and found Miss Ruby in a frustrated state because of the child. I took her to my house to play with my little sister and when some neighbor kids showed up, she fell into a good playing groove. The next three or four days were similar with the child being happy to play with the other kids. After her daughter went back down south, Miss Ruby fell deeper into her now almost continuous depression. She hated hiding her real life from her child and felt so ashamed. Nothing I did or said helped her get out of the depression that gripped her. It became common when I went by the house for her to be in a drunken stupor; yet she always wanted to engage in sex. Unfortunately, I could not tolerate drunks and refused to accommodate her. On one of those occasions she threatened to get another man who would take care of her needs. When I simply said OK, she went into a rage. She started throwing things around the house and screaming that I couldn't let her do that. I kissed her and walked out leaving her in a sobbing heap.

Miss Ruby by Spencer T. First Chapter...

Miss Ruby

Chapter One

Her dancer's legs and thighs rippled when she exposed them. Her walk was picturesque. Her breasts stood straight out, as if pointing at you; and at all times she held control over those around her. She barked orders like a sergeant training troops. But I knew, inside, she was a vulnerable and passive woman,maybe even baby-like in her lack of self esteem.

Miss Ruby had only recently retired from dancing at the last burlesque club on the Debaliviere entertainment strip. I had heard some talk that she might go to Las Vegas to dance. She led men around like pets on a leash, yet treated me with an unsteady hand, which begged for attention. I was confused, seeing all the cab drivers, police officers and city officials passing through her well-known Zodiac Lounge. The place was always packed! It was a fire hazard, but that department never moved to close it down, especially with that department's captain visiting often. It buzzed on all the time.

Miss Ruby was in meetings with individuals constantly. I noticed she always received an envelope from those she met with and often appeared to be giving out advice or orders. A huge monster of a man who rarely spoke a word shadowed her every move. He did a lot of looking around, occasionally nodding. I often wondered if he had a smile buried beneath his plastered, stern face.

My first few visits to this place left me in awe at the buzz of constant activity and traffic. I wondered how anyone could conduct business in such an environment above the blaring sound of the newest jukebox. The bartender shoved a glass in my face with an umbrella sticking out, speaking as he was moving away, "7 Up on the rocks. Miss Ruby said she'll be with you in a few."

As I turned to find a spot in a corner, a very beautiful woman dressed in evening attire bumped into me, spilling some of my drink. She was too apologetic, while dabbing my vest and shirt with a napkin so I attempted to calm her. Under her breath, I could hear her say something to the effect that Miss Ruby would kill her if...

The monster man moved quickly through the crowd coming my way but I had no idea he was targeting me. In a deep clear baritone voice he declared, "Miss Ruby is ready for you. Follow me." I followed him to an area to the right of the bar. We approached what looked like a solid wall of leather with stars twinkling, but he pushed on it and a door opened. Stepping inside, it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. I saw what appeared to be a beautiful, luxurious room decorated in purples and maroons. Ceiling to floor drapes, a huge sofa, a lounge chair and a couple of tables were covered with embroidered doilies. I stepped onto a carpet so thick my feet felt as if they were sinking. Then an aroma I could not quite identify greeted me, though it was pleasing to the senses.

It took a moment before seeing Miss Ruby step from behind a drape to stand there in an awesome pose. Her outfit was limited to her garter belt attached to net stockings and pasties on her breast. She was naked otherwise as a treat for me.

Her body glistened like jewelry. The netted stockings exposed the shapeliest legs I had ever seen. The dots covering her nipples did nothing to hide her appealing breast. Stunned, I watched her walk towards me with that sunlight smile, as she purred something I could not quite hear. Before I realized it, she had embraced me and was leaning her weight on me to the point I had to shift my feet for balance. I had a flashback to a night with her a few days ago. It was actually good but the confidence of this 19-year-old-almost-a-man didn't know if he could handle what appeared to be happening. I was there with this gifted specimen of a woman but I had no idea if I was ready to even attempt to handle the situation.

Miss Ruby was an awesome character. As we shared time together, I learned she was the Madame of a brothel, owner of at least three night clubs, owner of several taxicabs, held high end gambling sessions, and controlled neighborhood numbers. She was well known by city officials. She moved about the city in the back of a limousine driven by monster man with no encumbrances from officials and appeared not only to be liked, but also nearly worshipped by many. Being always impeccably dressed with the most striking outfits, including a large matching hat, her appearance anyplace created a stir and when she walked into any room she solicited awes and whispers.

I was not comfortable in her presence and she knew my disagreement with her life style was the reason.

I had met Miss Ruby about three weeks prior and the recall of that night still hovered in my memory. I was doing a gig at the Oriental Club on Gaslight Square with a lady singer and a piano man when this shadowy figure had appeared in the doorway, strutted to the piano, and deposited a ten-dollar bill in the tip cup requesting we sing "That Old Black Magic." She repeated that request three more times making our earnings for the night well beyond normal.

Each time Miss Ruby strutted up, she played to the crowd. Her walks to the front easily caught the attention of everybody in the club and we all knew she was not the ordinary visitor. The tailored navy long suit skirt had a slit up to her thigh exposing rippling sensuous flesh covered in net stockings. Her shoes appeared imported. Her hat sat on top of her head like an announcement for all to look and the bun firmly sticking from the rear of her head spoke of personal care well paid for. The scent which hovered as she made her trips to the piano lingered unidentified by all, yet was clearly a most pleasant entrapment.

As we prepared to leave the joint and make our way to the Iron Gate club, located downtown on Washington Blvd. right at 8th Street, it was obvious something was happening outside. People milling around the door seemed to be in awe of something, when suddenly a huge well-dressed monster of a man came inside and spoke to me in no uncertain terms. "The lady wishes to speak to you." I headed out the door in my usual hurried stance, in anticipation of getting to the next gig. The sight of this long limo parked in front of the club stopped me cold and I barely noticed the arm hooking me. Again hearing, "the lady wishes to speak to you," I was directed to a rear door of the limo. The man opened the door, exposing a beautiful leg and presentation as if it were an advertisement on TV. There sat the "Old Black Magic" woman in absolute splendor smiling from ear to ear. She simply whispered, "I'll be downtown to hear you sing again and you know what I want to hear."

After changing to another puffy shirt and adding the silk and satin vest with matching bow tie, we fell into our second gig of the night as if it were a repeat of the first. "That Old Black Magic" was sung a few times to the applauds of the small but intimate crowd. They lavished eyes on the lady near the door who made a few trips to the piano depositing ten-dollar bills in our cup. She became as much a part of the entertainment as we were with her trips to the back of the joint to make her requests. I have to say I grew tired of singing the song over and over but was glad for the cash it brought.

After we said goodnight to the audience, this time the lady remained near the door as we gathered ourselves in preparation to leave. We were talking to the club owner and dividing our earnings, including the now infamous tip cup, when she appeared without warning and greeted the owner in a most knowing manner. Calling him by name, she suggested that we get a raise for our appearances with him. He agreed in what I thought too fast a response and as we stood there confused, he counted out additional money we had not expected. The Shock of this exchange nearly caused me to miss her hand touching my backside and rubbing it salaciously.

We said our goodbyes as the lady leaned over and whispered something in the owner's ear. They both smiled as she hooked my arm and steered me towards the door. Once outside I saw the monster man holding the door to the limo open as if knowing we were about to enter.

Confusion gripped me as I said, " I can't ride with you and leave my car."

She smiled and grinned devilishly, "That's no problem. Give the key to Tiny. He'll handle it."

The monster man's name was Tiny. How ironic, this well over six-foot, 300- pound-plus man was called Tiny. I was trying to think fast, but clearly! I had no idea where she planned for us to go or do.

She stated that entertainers regularly met in the cafe at the Chase Hotel after doing their gigs and she enjoyed watching us. Again more confusion wracked me, trying to figure out how she knew what our habits had been. I entered the limo with her holding my hand as if to encourage my comfort but she was failing. Sure I was in a state of aura in being in the presence of such a beautiful woman but questions began to spin in my head about the Iron Gate gig and how she came to know so much about me.

We arrived at the Chase driveway and were greeted by an attendant bowing and calling her by name. "So delightful to see you, Miss Ruby!" He held out his hand to assist her out of the long black car.

I noticed Tiny tipped him as we walked into the all-night cafe. A small crowd looked up and watched our entry. Miss Ruby stopped and spoke to several people as we headed to a booth. I felt a certain comfort in noticing the wink from my duo partner who was sipping coffee and smiling at me. It wasn't long before we were making small talk while eating omelets. Inside, though, I had begun to feel like a trapped animal on opening day of the hunting season. Was I being a fool for not keeping a positive attitude for the situation I was in, and the beautiful woman who was smothering me with attention?

At some point in our conversation, she casually said, "I have an apartment in the Park Plaza and would like you to visit me there."

The Park Plaza was attached to the Chase Hotel. I had not seen Tiny or my car and was frankly scared! Nevertheless, I followed her like a sick puppy through the maze of hallways and finally onto an elevator ride and a short walk to her apartment. Upon entering I was confronted with a level of opulence far beyond anything I'd ever seen. Her words to make myself at home fell on deaf ears in that my home was nothing like this one.

Miss Ruby went into another room briefly and returned in nothing but a slip and those net stockings, "You are about to get a wonderful bath!" She took my hand and led me to a marbled bathroom and I began undressing there in front of her as if it were the most natural thing to do.

I was struck by how the bubbles sat on top of the water. I could feel the heat from the tub and wondered who had gotten the water ready since I had not seen another person. She kissed me squarely on the lips and helped me to step into the heavenly, reeking tub of bubbles and scents. While I sank into its depths, she briefly left and then again appeared, wearing nothing but dots on her breast and gartered net stockings.

She began laying hands on me as if I was about to be healed of all my woes.

The huge sponge she used to soap me down and rinse me was like a feather being dragged across my skin; it tore at my senses. I don't know how long she stayed there washing me. I was actually getting drowsy when she said, "I'm going to shower while you dry off."

Sitting on the tub edge, with this huge towel, drying myself, I again wondered who she was and why she had picked me? Surely this was stuff of a young man's dreams and imagination, but the reality of it all remained a bit frightening. I sat thinking of this lady and the situation I found myself living, when suddenly she appeared at the doorway.

Handing me a terry robe, she covered her own nakedness with a similar one. I couldn't help but stare at her nearly perfect body and her firm round ass with legs as if they were molded for a specific purpose. Her smile seemed to bleed passion as she reached for my hand to lead me out of the bathroom. Entering another room that took my breath away with its decor, my mouth dropped open because there, the center of attraction was a huge bed in the middle of the floor, draped with very sheer material.

Miss Ruby touched me, as I had never been touched before, creating a shocking yet wonderfully thrilling experience. She kissed me like I had never been kissed before, causing my body to take a sudden sail off into an unfamiliar journey. Sensations overwhelmed me. Scents from burning incense and candles I had not noticed wafted my emotions to extremes I had never chanced to reach. When I felt the sensation of her tongue enveloping my penis, my hardness nearly hurt from the combination of the thrills and new sensations co-mingling. Never had I experienced such sexual pleasures. Reality faded to a shadow of itself as I attempted to inhale all of these new overpowering sensations.

Miss Ruby was in complete control.

Guest Adolfo Caso Presents Views on Literary Agents

Literary agents:

In the past 100 years of publishing, the editors of Branden Books and its predecessors have hardly used the services of literary agents, most likely because Branden continues to be small, rarely publishing or re-printing more than 15 titles a year. Exposure to literary agents, both domestic and foreign, has had little impact on the company and even less impact on the authors. Branden Books, however, prefers to work directly with new authors, but accepts agent queries as well.

Notwithstanding the limitations of Branden Books, literary agents have become a reality and a force within the dwindling numbers of traditional publishers and with the ever-increasing number of E-publishers. Being part of the publishing infrastructure, the roles of literary agents are practically established; and, for an author not having an agent would be like a plaintiff going to court without a lawyer.

Having a good literary agent is similar to having a viable passport. Agents open doors; they know publishing, especially the needs of individual publishers. They know how to and where to place manuscripts; they know how to improve manuscripts or make editorial recommendations on behalf of authors. Experienced agents, therefore, play even more significant roles when media publishers accept manuscripts only through established agents. The reason is obvious: publishers find it easier to work with agents than with first-time authors who have little or no publishing and negotiating experience.

Agents, like lawyers, however, can be expensive. Literary agents may require a minimum of 10% to 25% cut from an author’s royalties. They may also want to be the main negotiators and the recipients of incomes which they would then distribute to the author after they’ve taken their part. But, they do remain vigilant in making sure that all parts of the signed agreement are properly fulfilled.

Because a literary agent has an obvious stake in an author’s work, the interest of the agent remains high--the greater dollar the value to an agreement the greater the agent’s share. The agent, therefore, is going to boost his interest; by so doing, the agent automatically boosts the interest of the author.

Agents, like publishers and authors, cannot guarantee the market success of published books. In this trio of actors, however, the agent is the one who stands to profit the most. Whereas authors invest time in completing their manuscripts, and the publishers invest sizeable capital in what really is gambling on a book, literary agents place the least amount of time and of capital, and are assured of their cut. If the book becomes successful, the agents will continue to receive his cut.

Agents, like publishers, have also become more demanding. Because there are so many more authors seeking publishers, agents have become more discriminating in choosing authors. Authors, therefore, have to be better informed and prepared before submitting their works to either agents or publishers.

There are many resources that list all types of literary agents. The more traditional ones are: Writers Market, LMP (Literary Market Place), and of course, Google. After choosing an appropriate agent--one who specializes in specific areas--i.e. fiction, non fiction, travel, poetry, etc. then the next step is to make presentations using the guidelines spelled out by that agent. If, for instance, that agent accepts completed manuscripts, then, submit the completed manuscript; otherwise, if that agent requires only one chapter, submit only one chapter. If agents specify a percentage, authors would probably waste their time and welcome in negotiating a lower one. On the other hand, if agents state that they take from 10% to 25%, then there is room for negotiating.

Preparing manuscripts may be tricky, and both agents and publishers may have specific requirements. Preparing manuscripts in running text, however, is the safest. Authors often make the mistake of formatting the manuscript for reasons of appearance not knowing that each publisher has its own formatting programs. Re-formatting manuscripts can become costly.


ADOLPH CASO
Editor

January 2009

Adolfo Caso is the publisher of nearly all of the non-fiction books I review, such as Tuskegee Airmen, the latest! Although Adolfo is, as you may guess a busy man, he has agree to a bi-monthly essay of issues, as proposed. If you have questions or concerns you'd like addressed. Please submit them via your comments

And Thanks to Adolfo for helping us face reality--agents are becoming even more important members of the publishing process! Do your research before approaching possible representatives of your work!

Giving Away Books...

One of the routine questions that crops up everywhere if you are talking about books is:

Do you have book giveaways?

Well, now, I've been giving books away for a very long time...mostly to my local library.

However, online, one of the fun activities at social networking sites is to have some type of giveaway.

As you might imagine, as a professional book reviewer, as well as an avid reader, my home is stacked constantly with books! However, contrary to what you might see on sell at eBay or at second-half store sites...it is illegal to sell advance reader books, whether they are uncorrected proofs or have already been published. In fact, I've read several places recently that you really aren't even supposed to give them away.

For books I review professionally, I've always kept them...more or less as a backup in case a question is raised about what I've said in my review. So for me, keeping them is no problem.

On the other hand, after buying a book and reading it, the average individual normally is unable to keep every book they've read! So, this is an early disclaimer to future book giveaways here at this blog. I give once-read books, purchased by me, as gifts on this blog. All books would be in excellent shape, maybe having a page turndown once in awhile if I couldn't immediately find a book mark!

I love books and even when I worked for a publisher, and she tore apart a book to submit a cover for some reason...I would pull the uncovered book from the garbage to read, rather than taking a covered book for my own library. Save a book; save a tree!

If you are also a booklover, perhaps if you participate in future giveaways, you will also pass that book along for somebody else to read! That is, if you don't want to keep it for your personal library.

How do you get a free book on this blog?

Claim It!

The following books are available:

A Cold Heart by Jonathan Kellerman, paperback
Eye of the Beholder by David Ellis, Hardback
Play Dirty by Sandra Brown, paperback
Stone Cold by David Baldacci, Hardback
The Breathtaker by Alice Blanchard, Hardback

Giveaways will always be first come, first served, via comments...Claim your book first, mailing process will necessarily follow via email...

Reading is Fun...damental!
I support Reading Literacy!
Give your books away; never destroy a book!
Release your books to others after you have read them!

Books - An interesting and Related Article

Have you noticed that if you are writing a review for a book on some bookseller sites (I know that Barnes & Noble now does it), they now ask whether a book is suitable for a book club?

I might admit that, lots of time I might mark it, N/A...just to get past the question!

I tend to agree with the author of a recent article in the New York Times, especially that there are books outside of those recommended by Oprah...

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/07/fashion/07clubs.html?_r=3&em

(Don't forget you can also simply click on the title of this article to go to the article!)

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On the other hand, isn't it a good idea to say that a book is "good" for a book club? What that means is that at least a small group is going to go out and buy that book...just so they can all discuss it (if functioning properly, not as highlighted in the article)?

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Bottom line for me? I simply do not know. For sales, it obviously is a good thing. But for me, I never cared for reruns, books included. I rarely reread a book. To go to a club and regurgitate that book, chewing slowly, arguing points of view over it, frankly sends me running to my bookshelf for a new book from those "yet to be read."

Now that doesn't mean I don't remember certain books and may enjoy sharing thoughts one-on-one with someone who cares to have my opinion--indeed that's why I write reviews!

But there are just tooooooooooooooooo many books out there yet to be read. Why would I want to meet with a club, say, once a month, to talk about a book that I probably finished three weeks ago and have, since then, read three other books!

As with the author of the article...I fly solo on reading...

But, if asked, I sure will give you recommendations of books from my clients...for YOUR book club!

God bless us all for being different!

Hope you enjoy the article--it was fun to read!

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