BLUE DENIM:
The (mis)Adventures of a Californian sub.
A little about BlueDenim first. That isn’t her real name but it is the one she uses when she plays on the fantasy site where she first discovered just how much of a sub she was. She is a redhead, athletic build from the waist downwards, skinny arms and a 36” chest. Did I mention her hair? It’s copper-colored and hangs about half-way down her back in long ringlets. Unless she either doesn’t put enough conditioner on or doesn’t dry it fast enough, in which case she looks like the star of “The Hair Bear Bunch” She is a 22-year old University student, but this all started 3 years ago…. Or was it a little longer than that?
There will be more biography as the stories come out, but that’s sufficient for now.
Blue Denim discovered a fantasy site where people could have cybersex in 3d graphics via an avatar they could create. After a few weeks Blue Denim also discovered the site had a forum where members discussed their sexual fantasies and more. Eventually the forum gained a story telling side where the members would post vignettes of their fantasies and then they started role-playing with each other.
This is one of the stories that Blue Denim played out with a wonderful man, a friend who was cruelly snatched by cancer not long after this story was written.
The setting is a bar. It is a bar where all the friends from the fantasy site hang out, It is in a very old building, at one end of the building, where there used to be offices. The rest of the old building used to be a cold storage warehouse from before electricity, where huge blocks of ice were towed down from Canada up the river and into The Ice House. The Ice House had thick walls, both supporting walls and the internal walls too to keep the cold in and the heat out. The huge doors at the opposite end of the warehouse to the office block opened to allow “refrigerator cars” from the railroad to be shunted strait in & out as well as flat beds carrying the ice in from the nearby river.
After the advent of electrical refrigeration, the Warehouse fell into disuse and in 1910 the offices were converted into a dance hall with a bar owned by one Stanley Grill.
Stanley met Doris Bar in New York, where she was a famous dancer. They fell madly in love with each other and were soon married. Doris retired from the stage, but still danced at the lavish parties they threw at their hotel. Luck was not on their side it seemed when in 1910 the hotel burned down due to carelessness with a cigarette end, but Stanley, not only wealthy but resourceful, bought what used to be The Ice House and it’s office block and converted the office block into a dance hall & bar.
The bar and dance hall and became the favourite venue for the pre-war hoi-polloi. The bar started serving food cooked on a fire-pit outside and became a famous Bar & Grill, in 1911, it’s neon sign bright & proud lighting up the sky became a tourist attraction in it’s own right
“BAR & GRILL” The place to Meet & Eat.
In 1911, Doris & Stan sailed to London to meet Doris’ English family, returning on the RMV Titanic’s maiden voyage. That was the last time any of their friends & customers saw them alive.
In spite of the policy of women & children first, Doris chose to stay on board the sinking ship with Stanley and gave her seat up to a teenage boy. The great grandson of this boy tends the bar today, he is known as Old Joe.
Stanley & Doris had no heirs. Stanley was an only child whose parents were long dead and had no living relatives at all. Doris’ English family wanted nothing to do with the bar and it was sold for a pittance.
The bar never regained it’s social status, but stayed open under several guises. During prohibition, the warehouse became used for secure storage, the smaller thick-walled rooms gained thick heavy doors for added security and they became popular with the local racketeers & mobsters for storing larger possessions that wouldn’t fit in the bank’s safety deposit boxes as well as illicit alcohol. The dance hall remained open, but the bar was made into a speak-easy and pool-hall whilst beer & spirits were doing a roaring trade in a secret section of the warehouse which was only accessible from the old office block by a now hidden passage from the pool-room.
Stanley & Doris, it seemed however, were not prepared to let their Bar & Grill go. There were incidents passed down by word of mouth of objects moving on their own, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing from nowhere, of dance music from the early 1900’s being played after closing time when the bar was completely empty and these incidents were always accompanied by the strong smell of jasmine, Doris’ favourite flower & perfume. On Halloween sometimes, people would report tales of mists filling the room and voices talking to them.
This particular Halloween was a special one. It was 100 years since the deaths of Stanley & Doris.
There was a fancy dress party at the Bar & Grill and it seems that Stanley & Doris were up for some mischief of their own. Let’s join James and Blue Denim as they head separately towards the party.