Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Denise is the host. There is only one rule: a story must have six (no more, no less) sentae.

Hey! Fans of Lou Caesare and the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge! This here Six here, is our ‘Flash-back Six‘ wherein we introduced Rosetta Storme them fine folks at the SSC&B.

… so, please, permit us to intone, “just seven hours and fifteen days ago.”

Prompt Word:

FOAM

“You can’t stop me!”

Something in the young woman’s outburst caused me to hear the old Led Zeppelin song, ‘You Shook Me’ where, through some trick in the recording studio, Jimmy Page’s guitar lead is echo’d before it is played; my entrance was abruptly halted at the hostess station despite the invisible-foam push of restaurant air at my back as the stainless steel and glass doors shut behind me.

A manicured hand on my arm applied a gentle pressure that made me feel stronger rather than lesser; Diane Tierney, the hostess, smiled at me, which in terms of necessary force was a classic example of coals-to-Newcastle.

“Why the fuck should I do that…” in a place like the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge, as the last dancer was getting all Seiji Ozawa on the hormonal symphony beyond the multi-colored footlights, that the voice was that of a young woman in the last booth on the lounge side was not cause for alarm.

Diane shook her head while never un-coupling the lock her eyes maintained on mine; I might as well have been in handcuffs and leg irons, though the imagery did little to alarm me; suffice to say, any outburst, vocal or otherwise, in the vicinity of the booth that Lou Caesare used as his office/boardroom/refuge/headquarters was, by definition, approved…

“Well, fuck you!”

Thirty-five patrons gasped in unison even as Diane pulled me towards her out of the path of a the sequined tsunami of a young woman headed for the door; the spell was broken only when Lou called out, “Hey, Devereaux, stop dry-humping my hostess and get the hell back here, I got a job for you”.

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