Carla and I had been planning this night for weeks. My heart pounded in my chest as we entered the dark vestibule and Carla knocked softly on the door. A sliver of light shined through the tiny opening as an almost hidden panel slid sideways in the heavy wooden door. "Password?" A husky male voice whispered through the tiny opening. Carla replied, "John Mitchel." Giving the hidden doorman the name of New York's previous mayor who had been voted out of office in 1917 for his support of the 18th Amendment to the constitution better known as prohibition. The small hatch slid closed with a thud and for a moment I thought Carla's inside information about the correct password was wrong. But my fear of rejection lasted only a moment as the heavy door opened and a big burly Irish looking gentleman in a sharp tuxedo spoke to Carla and me. "Welcome to Grady's ladies." He said, his accent confirming his Irish ancestry. As we entered I knew I was taking a step up the social ladder. Grady's was everything I'd heard about the upscale speakeasies of New York. Its lavish appointments a far cry from the blind pigs where two old beer barrels and a rough cut wooden plank served as a bar in the dives of lower Manhattan. In my mind I'd finally made it to the upper class of society in New York having gained admittance to what I thought was a fancy speakeasy. But perhaps I should explain where I'd come from so you can understand why it is that I felt I'd finally made it. I was born on the first day of spring in 1902 in an obscure eastern Pennsylvania coal mining town. My father spent his entire life in the bowels of the earth digging out a meager existence bringing anthracite coal out to feed the nations growing need for cheap fuel. My mother, bless her soul, named me Catherine after the blessed saint of our church and wanted her daughter to be educated just like she was. She sent me to Saint Catherine's Catholic School for girls at the tender age of six. Mom worked at the church and was often rewarded for her efforts with bushels of fresh food from the priests. In my teens I grew to believe that her rewards weren't so much for her efforts to help the church, but rather to service the priests, but that's a tale for another time and place. Other than being known in town as one of St Cat's good little catholic girls I can honestly say that the only good things to come from my formal education was a repugnance for the catholic nuns who constantly preached to us about our generations seeming lust for sins of the flesh and the development of my love for the taste of communion wine Its sweet taste and the warming sensation it had on my throat each Sunday morning was something I looked forward to. You can imagine my disappointment when in February of 1920 the church fathers gave in to the growing admonishment of the do-gooders at St Catherine's and began serving grape juice instead of red wine for communion. Prohibition had made its way even into my tiny little part of the world, and I hated it. By the time I turned eighteen in June of 1920 I was ready to part with St Catherine's and everything associated with it, including my parents. I left the obscurity of my upbringing for the hustle and bustle of the big city, Scranton Pennsylvania. Scranton was to be nothing more than a whistle stop on a journey to my ultimate goal the excitement, the glitz and glamour of the Big Apple, New York. But it took me over 2 years to finally reach that goal. I arrived in Manhattan in September of 1922 carrying a single case and a small old purse containing next to nothing. Fortunately I had one asset that many women arriving in New York didn't have my good looks and captivating smile. Those assets were instrumental in landing a job waiting tables at Momma Roma's which is where I met Carla. Carla a born and raised New York Italian suggested we share a two bedroom apartment on the west side within walking distance to Momma's and many of the crusty blind pig dives of that part of Manhattan. Carla unlike many Italian girls could have been the master mold for the flapper image that has become so popular in the last few years. Her thin build and small perky tits are perfect with the straight almost stove pipe dresses of today's fashion elite. Many girls pay a lot of money to have their hair dyed the rich jet black color of Carla's natural hair. The bob cut short in back and slightly longer in front so a curl of hair extends from the hats she always wears. At twenty one years old Carla had embraced the entire Flapper life style and has perfected the look almost beyond belief. Her pale almost pallor mortis complexion contrasting harshly with the scarlet red lip stick and richly ringed eyes giving her the debauched appearance embraced by all the flapper girls. Her wardrobe matches her appearance. Consisting of a step-in, which has replaced the classic victorian corset, one piece, light, exceedingly brief but roomy. Her dresses are also brief cut low where it might be high, and vice versa. The skirts come just an inch below her knees, overlapping by a faint fraction her rolled and twisted stockings. The idea is that when she walks in a bit of a breeze, you can catch a glimpse of the knee but always in an accidental, Venus-surprised-at-the-bath sort of way. This is a bit of coyness which hardly fits in with Carla's general character. Carla embraces not only the look but also the life style of a flapper, smoking cigarettes using a long holder, drinking illegal liquor as often as possible flaunting herself to men at the drop of a hat and even attending petting parties. She is without doubt the quote unquote ultimate Flapper girl. I don't quite fit the image as clearly as Carla. My figure is fuller, more on the side of a classic Victorian woman. My full breasts thin waist and flaring hips giving me the nearly perfect hourglass figure with out the need to be constrained in a cumbersome corset. When I arrived in Manhattan one of the first things I did after getting my first pay from Momma's was to have my mousy brown hair bleached platinum blonde. My natural wavy shoulder length hair one asset I couldn't give up to the current fashion and fad of the 1920's. Because of my more shapely form I forego the angular lines of today's flapper fashions opting instead for the captivating look of society's sophisticated upper class of women. I have added much to Carla's chagrin the latest in high fashion that being pants and a suit jacket with silk blouses under the coat. I'm able to show off my shapely hips and when called for my sexy cleavage to the right male suitor. Carla and I often contrast quite well when we're out on the town, she with the happy go lucky live life to the fullest attitude of the flapper rage, and I with the sensuous alluring style of a charming seductress. We certainly draw our share of attention where ever we may be, and now that we're finding access to the more high class joints around town I'm hopeful that the gentlemen we attract will be of a higher social standard as well. What I really want is to find a gentleman with a huge bank roll who finds me to be his ultimate siren and Grady's was the place that search would begin. The smoke filled dimly lit room we were ushered into by the burly Irish doorman was just what I expected. Full of people dressed to the nines and everyone puttin on the Ritz. What I first noticed about Grady's was the permanent appearance of its appointments. A real bar and stage where their entertainment preformed. Grady's had no need to be quickly transformed into some other kind of establishment other than what it really is, obviously because the local law enforcement officials were either already enjoying themselves there, or had accepted the gifts of their brethren the Irish owners of the place. In this part of New York most cops' last names started with O' and prohibition was more an inconvenience than a law to be obeyed. We were hardly in the place before a good looking young man whisked Carla off to the dance floor where I was certain she's spend most of the night fox trotting or doing the latest dance craze The Charleston. Left along I made my way to the bar and found a stool with an open seat beside for my friend just in case Carla wanted a break sometime tonight. I slipped up onto the bar stool sitting sideways and crossed my legs giving any man who choose to a chance to look at my silk covered ankle. Looking around the room there were more than a few very handsome men some wearing tuxedos some wearing tailored suits and almost all with a glamorous woman hanging onto their arm. I flipped my blonde tresses to one shoulder and turned my head to address the bartender who had walked over to greet me. "What'll ya have doll?" He asked. "Wine please red wine please." I replied. Smiling he said, "Coming up doll." I turned to face the bar more directly but kept my legs crossed and a hint of ankle exposed and opened my small clutch bag to remove my cigarettes and holder. Just as I pressed a cigarette into the holder the bartender returned with my drink placing it on a tiny napkin directly in front of me. I smiled at him and shook my head slightly causing my waves of platinum blonde hair to cascade over my shoulders and my bangs to slightly cover one eye. Holding my cigarette up I said, "Have a light handsome?" The bartender reached into his vest pocket with two fingers and produced a book of matches. He struck the match against the flint and after it flashed extended his hand palm up with the match between his index and middle finger. I leaned toward him slightly and inhaled through my holder and drawing smoke into my lungs. With the match still glowing in my face and a strand of hair covering one eye I looked up at him and said, "Thanks baby." "Welcome doll." He replied adding, "You're new here aren't you?" "Yes this is the first time I've been here." I responded. "Well doll the first drink is on me but after this one it's a cash bar, okay." He said. "No problem." I said slipping a fiver from my clutch and sliding it toward him on the bar. His grin told me he wanted to make sure he wouldn't get stiffed for my drinks "What's your name doll?" He asked. I hesitated for a moment then lied to him, "It's Veronica." I can't say exactly why I lied to this complete stranger. Other than the fact that I don't believe Catherine is a very glamorous name I have no idea why at that particular moment I decided that from then on I would be known as Veronica. "Veronica huh." He replied, "You don't have a last name Veronica?" Before I could answer a voice to my left said, "Shawn, let the young lady alone and give us another round down here." Looking to my left I spotted an older looking gentleman with a younger woman on each arm. He smiled and spoke to Shawn as he walked away from me. "Same thing Mr. O'Reily?" Shawn said. "That'll do for now Shawn." O'Reily replied. I wanted to thank O'Reily for distracting Shawn. His request for a round of drinks gave me time to think of a sir name to go with my new first name. My mind raced knowing this cute bartender would be back for an answer to his question. No sooner had Shawn finished pouring O'Reily a double shot from a bottle with a Maple Leaf proudly displayed on it and a couple fruity drinks for his companions he turned his attention back to me. So you're Shawn are you?" I questioned him adding, "Just Shawn or do you have an Irish sir name to go with it?" Shawn grinned widely and replied, "Smythe, it's Shawn Smythe and no I'm not Irish." "Smythe is British isn't it?" I questioned him. "Yes, but don't tell any of these Irishmen that okay Veronica." Shawn whispered as he leaned closer to me. I took a deep drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in his face before I offered, "Well it's my pleasure to meet you Mr. Smythe." "Oh please let's not be so formal doll, you can call me Shawn." He offered. "Now are you going to tell me your last name Veronica?" Shawn asked. "Can you keep a secret Shawn?" I asked him first. "Sure doll my lips are sealed." Shawn responded. "Well actually it's Lacey, Veronica Lacey." I said continuing my lying for reasons unknown to me. "Your last name is Lacey?" Shawn said with a growing smile on his lips. "What's so funny Mr. Smythe?" I asked. Shawn leaned over the bar and motioned for me to lean closer to him. His lips moved right next to my ear. The scent of his cologne wafted into my nostrils a very pleasurable scent that I inhaled deeply. He whispered, "I'm wondering if your name matches your panties Veronica?" I turned my face to his, our lips barely inches apart. His eyes sparkled and stared into mine. "Panties? What panties?" I whispered. Shawn grinned and replied, "I'm gonna like having you visit here Veronica." As he moved away I again inhaled his scent letting the masculine odor of his cologne burn into my brain. I tried to memorize his look, his eyes and that wonderful scent. I watched Shawn as he worked the bar making drinks and conversing with the customers seated at his bar. He is probably in his late twenties nicely built and has straight dark hair which he combs straight back along his scalp. I doubt he has the kind of bank roll that I'd hope for but he certainly is a sexy man and having him as an acquaintance may prove to be helpful in meeting the high rollers who frequent Grady's After finishing my cigarette I turned again to sit sideways on the stool resting my arm on the back gave anyone who was interested a look at my profile from head to toe. The satiny fabric of my dress clung nicely to my figure clearly defining the outline of my breast and shapely thigh. With just a hint of leg showing below the hem I was certain I'd attract attention and hopefully give the appearance of a classy seductress. I left my hair draped slightly over my face hiding most of my facial features but showing off the long wavy platinum tresses. I sat there sipping my wine not really making eye contact with anyone in the place, but always aware of who may be checking me out. Carla finally joined me with her dance partner in tow. She slid onto the open stool beside me and introduced me to Mickey a youthful looking red haired Irish boy. They both had beads of sweat formed on their foreheads and Carla's hair looked a little wet at the tips. "Can I buy you ladies a drink?" Mickey asked. I declined since I still had half a glass of wine to nurse, but Carla and Mickey each had Shawn get them a draught of Grady's finest lager. Mickey kept checking me out eyeing up my body. I sure he was thinking how much he'd like to fuck me but at the same time knowing that I was out of his league. Carla was more his type, he could keep her busy on the dance floor and if he got lucky get her drunk enough for a quickie in some dark alley nearby. Carla and Mickey finished their lager and headed back to the dance floor leaving me alone once again. As the evening wore on more and more people filtered into Grady's. Most of the seats at the bar were taken with the exception of Carla's stool next to me. Shawn was kept busy filling customers drink orders, and didn't have a chance to return to me so I could flirt with him again. I finished my wine and held the empty glass up so Shawn would know I was ready for a re-fill. "Same thing Veronica?" Shawn asked as he grabbed for the iced bottle of wine next to his work station. "Yes please." I replied smiling widely at him. "You're very busy tonight." I said as he slowly poured my wine. "My helper will be here shortly then I'll have some time to relax and visit with you doll." Shawn replied. I continued smiling as I said, "I'd like that Shawn." batting my sexy eye lashes at him. My little flirt didn't go un-noticed either as Shawn took my five dollar bill and returned with five ones which he placed on the bar spread apart so I could see that he was covering up the fact that I'd would be drinking for free. After all the three or four glasses of wine that I'd have that evening could easily be lost as spillage and Shawn's employer wouldn't know any better. I pulled another smoke out and pressed it into my holder. Shawn was there in a flash again lighting me. But this time he let his hands cup mine as he moved the burning match to my cigarette. His fingertip slid along the back of my hand, soft gentle fingers that moved ever so slowly along the length of my fingers as he withdrew the match. I leaned forward and blew the match out looking into his eyes as my pursed lips directed the air toward burning match. Some people communicate an interest verbally, but Shawn and I had just made physical contact that clearly indicated to us both just how interested we were in each other. He smiled and moved away returning to his duties as bartender. A short while later Shawn approached me once again. "Miss Lacey, the gentleman across the bar would like to buy you a drink." He said. I looked across the bar. A middle aged gray haired gentleman dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive tailored suit raised his glass in a toast to me. I smiled and turned my eyes to Shawn. "Please tell the gentleman that I appreciate his very kind gesture, but I will have to decline his most generous offer." I saidShawn looked at me and said, "Veronica do you have any idea whose offer you are declining?""I don't care if he is the god damn king of Ireland. I don't let strange men buy me drinks." I shot back at Shawn. Shawn leaned close to me and said, "Doll that's Patrick O'Malley he might as well be the King of Ireland lord knows he's as powerful. Are you sure about the drink Veronica?""Absolutely Mr. Smythe, tell the gentleman I declined." I replied. Shawn shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as he turned and walked across to the other side of the bar. O'Malley listened to Shawn then broke into a huge smile and laughed loud enough for almost everyone in the place to hear. I have to assume he isn't used to being rejected by women in here and found it completely amusing that I had refused his offer. I could have been making a huge mistake declining O'Malley. I'm certain his bank roll is twice the size of his cock but at this point I wasn't so sure I'd want to take his cock just to get at his bank roll. I was enjoying watching all the people having a good time, but was more than a little surprised that no men closer to my age had approached me. Carla came bouncing back to her stool. Even more sweaty than before and looking somewhat disheveled from the nearly sixty minutes of constant dancing. "He wants to take me back to his place." She said. "You just met him Carla, you're not really considering going back to his place are you?" I responded. Carla said, "He told me I'm beautiful!" "Carla, he looks like he's maybe nineteen or twenty at the most. He'd tell you that you remind him of Venus de Milo if it got his dick in you." I replied. "But I like him." Carla wined, "He's so cute." She added. "Well Carla you do what you like, but I bet you'll regret it in the morning." I remarked. "I might regret it in the morning, but I'll enjoy it tonight." Carla replied giggling like a teenager about to get her first kiss. "Will you be okay Catherine?" She asked. "I'll be fine Carla it's a short walk home." I said. This wasn't the first time she'd left me alone like this and I was certain it wouldn't be the last. As I watched Carla and Mickey leave I wondered if I'd actually be making that short walk home alone. Grady's was really jumpin by this time. Almost every table and stool at the bar was taken and the band was into full swing. Shawn was starting to look like a chicken with its head cut off by the time his help arrived. Once his helper got into the swing of things behind the bar Shawn came over to me.
"Can I get you another wine Veronica before I go on break?" Shawn said I smiled at him and said, "No I'll wait till you come back Shawn." "By the way Shawn where is the ladies' lounge?" I asked. Shawn point to the small doorway at the end of the bar before he said, "Down that hall and on the left Veronica." "Thanks baby I'll see you when you get back." I said. Shawn grinned and gave me a seductive wink of his eye as he turned to let his helper he was going on break. I watched him as he rounded the bar and disappeared into the same small doorway he'd just pointed out to me. After waiting a minute or two I slipped off my bar stool and walked along the bar toward the ladies lounge. Several gentlemen watched me intently as I moved slowly past where they were seated with their ladies. I enjoy having men look at me and took my time walking toward the small doorway. A single dim bulb did little to light the hall and judging from the odor Grady's staff didn't give the lounges the same attention they gave the main room. The first door I came to was marked "Gents" followed by "Dolls". I turned the knob and opened the door entering a rather small ladies lounge. It wasn't much of a lounge. A single toilet and wash basin. I lifted my dress and slid my silk panties down my legs and over my shoes. Smoothing my dress down over my legs I crumbled up the undergarment and stuffed it in my clutch. As I stepped back out into the hall I surveyed the remainder of it wondering where Shawn was taking his break. There were two remaining doors one a little further down the hall and a final one at the end. I surmised the end door led to the back alley behind Grady's. As I approached the third door I noticed it was slightly ajar and a sliver of dim light showed through the opening. I slowly opened the door further. A strong hand grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside quickly. The door slammed shut. I was relieved and excited to see that it was Shawn who had roughly pulled me into the cramped stock room. "What are you looking for Veronica?" Shawn asked. Instantly I replied, "You baby." Shawn moved behind me and pressed my body tight against a large wood support post in the middle of the room. His strong hands ran up my back keeping me from moving away. He leaned close to me and nuzzled his lips into my hair covering one ear. "You found me Veronica, now what?" He said gruffly. I pushed my ass back against him and could feel his hardening cock pressing at me through his pants. "I want some of that Shawn." I said in a lustful voice wiggling my ass against his growing cock. His hands slid up my back and circled me to squeeze my breasts finding and pinching my hard nipples. I squealed delightfully as his rough hands groped at my tits and his hard cock pressed against my ass. His body pressed harder against me pinning me to the big wooden post freeing both his hands to explore every part of my body. One hand pulled my hair aside so he could kiss lick and bite at my neck. "Hmmmmmmm that's it baby do me good!" I squealed. Both of Shawn's hands slid down over my ass. "You weren't lying earlier Veronica." Shawn said as he confirmed I was panty-less. His hands pulled my dress up in the back exposing my naked ass to his strong hands. "Yeah baby, give me that cock, fuck me fast and hard!" I exclaimed. One strong hand pressed my tits hard against the wooden post while the other unzipped his pants. "I'm gonna do you so fucking hard!" Shawn exclaimed in a horse voice. Shawn pressed his rock hard cock against my ass sliding it between my cheeks. "YES Shawn, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee..." I squealed the word me extended when his cock slipped between my sopping wet cunt lips. Shawn moaned loudly as he sank his throbbing cock fast hard and deep into me coating himself with my wet pussy juices. I pushed back and down with my hips wanting him to impale me with his first massive thrust. "Yeah baby, that's the way I want it! FUCK ME!" I almost screamed. His cock withdrew but instantly sank back into me deeper faster and harder then his first thrust. "Oh fuck YES!" I squealed as Shawn drove that beautiful cock over and over again to the very core of my loins. My pussy tingled intensely from his incredible onslaught. "Give it to me Shawn, give me that beautiful cock!" I encouraged him. Shawn didn't speak but his constant grunts as he slammed into my soaking wet steamy depths only caused me to plead for him more. "Oh goddamn baby that feels so fucking good. Your cock fills my pussy so good!" I exclaimed. Shawn's hands returned to my tits squeezing and pinching the hard nubs at the very tips through the fabric of my dress. My nipples tingled nearly as much as my pussy as his expert fingers worked their magic. I knew when I first let him pull me into this crusty back room that he'd give me what I wanted. A fast hard fucking to satisfy my needs. And Shawn was doing just that, driving me hard against the fuck pole in the middle of the room and closer to the orgasm I craved so much. "FUCK ME SHAWN!!!!! I exclaimed, "Make me cum all over that beautiful hard cock!" I screamed. I could feel his throbbing cock bringing me closer and closer to what I knew would be an incredible climax with each deep thrust he made into my wet hot pussy. I wanted it hard fast and deep, and I wanted an orgasm to match. Lactic acid built up in my thigh muscles as I pushed and thrust back toward him meeting his every stroke inside me. The incredible swirling pleasure of that climax began deep in my loins and my hips began convulsing almost uncontrollably as the pleasure shot up my spine into my brain. "OH FUCK GOD YES SHAWN!" I screamed as the all consuming pleasure of my orgasm built. "I'm cumming baby!" I exclaimed. Shawn somehow found even more energy and began pumping his incredibly hard cock harder deeper and even faster into me. His grunts became almost primeval as he assaulted my twitching pussy with every fiber of his being. Wave after glorious wave of ecstasy washed through my entire body. My pussy flooded with climatic juices and Shawn's thrusts into me took on an almost splashing sound. Weak kneed and nearly exhausted from this incredible fuck I grasped the post and held on for dear life as my orgasm peaked just as Shawn's cock swelled and began pumping sweet cum into me. "RRRRGGGGAAAAHHHH!" He grunted as his cock pumped his seed deep inside my wet searing hot pussy. He's cum mixing with my own flood of juices. His hands roughly grasped my hips and he slammed into me one last time driving himself hard against my cervix, he froze deep inside as he balls emptied themselves inside my pussy. "FUCK!" Shawn finally exclaimed. His balls nearly emptied and his beautiful fucking cock began to loose some of its swollen massiveness. I straightened up causing him to slip from my steamy wet depths and quickly turned to crouch before him. My delicate hand grabbed his glistening cock and lifted it to my blood red lips and wet mouth. His eyes met mine as I took him between my lips and began sucking the head of his cock eliciting the final droplets of his seed from his balls and cleansing his pulsing cock of our combined fuck fluids. His taste was salty, and sweet at the same time and I relished each and every drop I was able to drink from his marvelous cock. As I knelt there before him sucking and licking at his softening cock Shawn watch me intently almost as if he wanted to memorize each incredible image of my mouth lips and tongue were providing. He shook his head side to side in near disbelief of the incredible sexual experience we had just shared. He finally spoke, "God damn it Veronica you are one incredible fuck!" I smiled as my tongue licked at the tip of his cock head making sure each and every drop of his cum had either been pumped into me or gathered as a glorious post fucking cocktail. Once I was satisfied that his cock had nothing more to offer me I slipped him inside his pants and zipped him up. He lifted me to a standing position and looked deeply into my eyes. "Fucking incredible!" He exclaimed. I smiled and took a step back letting him memorize my appearance after being so brutally sexually assaulted. My nipples hard and taut showed clearly through the satiny fabric of my dress. I took his hand in mine and lifted my dress slipping his hand between my thighs to feel the sticky wet mess he'd made of me. "I'll love spending the rest of the night feeling your cum inside me baby." I said. I wanted him to return to his duties knowing that while I sat at his bar our combined fuck fluids would be seeping from my wet slit staining my dress and keeping me warm inside. "I've got to get back Veronica." Shawn said. "I want to take you home later and let you pleasure me with that incredible mouth and cunt again." He added. I just smiled and nodded to him as he slipped past me toward the door. He was gone in a second leaving me basking in that tiny stock room feeling the incredible tingling of my post orgasmic mood. Before I returned to the bar I stopped in the ladies room and wiped some of our fuck fluids from my crotch but letting the pool of wetness inside. Hoping to avoid the embarrassment of a wet spot on the back of my dress I slipped into my panties again almost knowing they would be wet before long and likewise my dress. I walked back to the seat I had before but it had been taken by another customer, but Shawn directed me to an empty seat near his mixing station. A glass of red wine was quickly placed in front of me and I smiled at him as he palmed my money and returned it without charging me. Shawn was still sweating slightly and used a bar towel to wipe his forehead several times. I wondered if anyone in the place had heard our screams of ecstasy over the loud music. I again crossed my legs but this time with the incredible squishy feeling of a pussy full of cum. I had another glass of wine on the house, and flirted with several men who were now stag and looking for a good fuck. While Shawn was busy filling a large drink order I slipped from my stool and quickly made for the door. My panties were soaked, and as I walked home I could feel the wet spot on my dress against the top of my thighs. It had been an exciting and glorious introduction to the classier of speakeasies. An evening I'd remember for the rest of my life. I never returned to Grady's, never saw Shawn again or wanted to. I was from that night forward known as Veronica Lacey casting off the final remnants of my good catholic girl image and becoming the vivacious, scintillating woman I wanted to become. A woman of the roaring twenties whose adventures may very well make her famous, or at the very least infamous.
