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By John Yager
This is the fiftieth chapter of an ongoing series. This chapter continues the
story of Rob Ballinger's life after his arrival in Los Angles in June, 1972.
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Billy Bowen came bounding over, greeting me like an old friend.
"You guys know one another?" Nita asked.
"Billy picked me up at LAX
last night," I said, explaining the kid's enthusiasm.
grinned, "and I drew your name again tonight."
"Well, then," Nita said,
giving my arm an affectionate squeeze, "you get on back to the hotel and I'll
see you tomorrow, Rob."
"Okay, Nita," I said, "I guess I'll come by after
I go to Mr. Cohen's office."
"Good, sweetie. I'll make some calls and see
if I can't get your apartment fixed up quickly so you can move in next week."
She turned to go and then called back, "I'll plan on us having lunch together
tomorrow unless you get a better offer."
"Great," I said as Billy led me
off to one of the studio vans.
"I was wondering if I'd see you," he said as we climbed into the front seat.
"I've been with Miss Ball all day," I said.
"Yeah, Toplist Elwebbs I figured," he grinned. "I guess you two hit it off."
so," I said, "she seems nice."
"If you`re a good looking young Toplist Elwebbs stud, she
can be very nice, or at least that's the rumor."
I didn't want to get into office gossip, but I did remember the way she
stood next to me at the bedroom window and the way she repeatedly touched me in
an affectionate manner.
"So who was driving you?
"An older guy
named Harry," I said, glad to get the conversation off Nita.
"Yeah, I know Harry," Billy said as we pulled out of the lot. "He's on the
early shift. They work six to two. I don't come on until ten, most days, not
until two on days I have classes." He made a left and added, "I guess the poor
guy doesn't have long."
"I hear he has lung cancer and
probably won't last another year."
"Gees, and he's still
"Yeah, he'll work till they carry him away, poor guy." Billy
took a fast right and said, "from what I hear he has no family and he's been a
driver here since the old days, still insists on wearing the old chauffeurs'
uniform, even though they haven't been required for years."
"I noticed he
was wearing a sort of official looking grey suit and remembered you were just
dressed in your own clothes."
"Yeah, there are three or four of those old
guys around who still try to do things the way they were done back twenty years
ago. They were really pissed when we went to vans."
"Sedans, hell! They had a huge fleet of limos around here until
about ten years ago. There are still a few left for the top brass but most of
those guys drive their own cars anyway."
We came to a traffic light, forcing Billy to stop, and he turned, facing me
for the first time since we got in the van. "I just assumed you were going back
to the hotel. If you need to go anyplace else, just let me know."
actually, I was wondering if you could give me some advice."
anything," he beamed.
"Well, for starters, do you go to a
"Yeah, a great one, over in the area where I live."
I'll be moving into Alvarado Court. Do you know were it is?"
"Sure," Billy said, giving me another sidewise glance, "it's not far from
where I live and the health club I go to would be even closer for you."
"Maybe I should take a look."
"You want to do it right
"Would it be okay? I mean, I don't want to get you into
"I can take you anyplace you want to go. That's what we're here
As we changed direction and headed south, Billy asked me if he'd heard right,
that I'd said something to Nita about going by Dexter Cohen's office.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet him in the morning."
He gave me another look and then a whistle. "The big guy!"
guess," I said as we took another turn. I was beginning to recognize the area
and knew we were near the apartment complex. .
"I never heard of Mr. Cohen meeting a new Nathan Fellow first thing, like
he's meeting you," Billy said as we drove on down a wide tree lined
"Well, it's sure not because I'm all that special or anything," I
responded, feeling a little embarrassed by the situation. "One of my professors
at the University of Mississippi seems to be an old friend of his. I guess it's
just a case of knowing the right person."
Billy turned and looked at me
when we stopped at the next light. "In Hollywood it's always a question of
knowing the right person," he said. There was a hint of bitterness in his
We drove a few more blocks and pulled into the parking lot of a strip
shopping center. "Here we are," Billy said and we climbed out of the
He'd said the gym was great, but in reality it was like nothing I'd
ever seen before.
There was a huge area devoted to aerobic equipment; rowing machines,
treadmills, steps. To the left was a separate area for circuit training, and in
the rear, a huge free weight room. The locker rooms and showers were fine. In
the men's section there was a sauna and a whirlpool and I assumed there were
similar facilities in the women`s locker rooms as well. Further over to the
right were a row of small rooms which Billy said held sun tanning booths and
Suspended from the ceiling everywhere I looked were TV sets. There were a lot
of people around but the place was so big that it didn't seem crowded. I was
also impressed by the people using the facility. Without exception, they were a
bunch of great looking men and women. The "Body Culture" of southern California
was clearly a reality.
"Gees, Billy," I said as we roamed around looking at the various areas, "this
place is immense."
"Yeah?" Billy said as he steered me back toward the
front desk, "there are bigger."
He introduced me to one of the trainers, a powerfully built guy named Sandy
who gave me a long look, appraising my body, and then he gave me the pitch. The
three of us walked back to the free weight area and he suggested I do a few
bench presses so he could see where he'd recommend I start.
"Pull your shirt off," Sandy said as I was straddling the bench. "I want to
see your lifting technique."
I did as he said, noticing as I took off my
shirt that both he and Billy were really checking me out. Guys into weight
training do that, so I wasn't sure if they were just interested in seeing what
kind of shape I was in or if either or both of them had any sexual interest. I
was certainly picking up a lot of vibes from Billy by then and was a little
uneasy about where he was coming from.
In any case, I hit the bench and did a few presses with the weight which was
on the bar, about a hundred and eighty pounds. Knowing both he and Billy were
watching, I tired to do the presses the way I'd been told by my coaches at Ole
Miss. I knew even small differences in the angle and speed could affect the
efficiency of each exercise. When I'd done about ten reps, Sandy stopped me.
"That looks good," he said. "I bet you could handle more weight."
"Yeah, I can lift quite a bit more, but I've been doing high reps with lower
"I thought so," he smiled. "You have great
"I had to lose quite a bit of weight over the last year and
a half I was at the university. Doing high rep routines helped."
were trying to lose weight? Most of the guys around here are trying to bulk
"I had a football injury and once it was clear I wouldn't be playing
any more, my coaches and I decided I needed to pull my weight down to about what
I'm carrying now."
"Wise move," Sandy said. "I see too many guys trying to keep their weight too
high after they get out of college sports. The football players who have bulked
up a lot are especially bad about that. Sooner or later most of them just go to
He had me do a few isolation curls and then put me on one of the aerobic
machines. In each case he seemed to think my body machines were fine and all the
time I was working Billy never took his eyes off me. By the time I finished I'd
broken a slight sweat and Sandy tossed me a towel. I wiped myself off before
putting my polo shirt back on. We walked around the club a little more and he
told me about the membership plans they offered. I'll skip the details, but the
bottom line is I signed up.
Billy as pleased as a kid with a new bike and kept going on about how
"totally cool" it was going to be having me at the same gym he used.
can't believe what great shape you're in, man," he said as we got back in the
van. As we pulled out of the parking lot he asked me if there was anything else
I needed to do.
"Actually, Billy," I said, "I guess I'll need to find a
His eyes brightened again and we set off on a tour of used car lots
and a couple of new car agencies.
"You're sure it's okay for you to take all this time with me?" I asked
"Sure, Rob, it's fine."
By the time we headed for the hotel that evening I had a fair idea of what
kind of car I was looking for. I'd give my folks a call over the weekend and
discuss the possibilities with my dad. I felt as if my life in the strange new
world of Los Angeles was coming together with amazing speed.
On Friday morning I went to meet Dexter Cohen of course, but I've already
told you about that.
I got to know Cohen quite well over the next few years but that first meeting
always remained in my mind. If you were to ever try to envision a Hollywood
studio head, Cohen would have fit the bill perfectly. The guy was straight out
of Central Casting. Toplist Elwebbs
As I got to know him better and occasionally saw him with his guard down, I
began to suspect that he really was playing a role, one of his own making of
course, but a role all the same. It was stereotypical but he succeeded in
projecting an image of the Hollywood power player which everyone expected him to
be. It was only when you got several layers beneath that contrived exterior that
you discovered what a teddy bear the guy really was.
After leaving "The Big Guy," as Billy had called him, I found Nita, who was
brimming with news and clearly very proud of herself
The painting crew
was already at the apartment, she told me, and the carpet was going to be
replaced as soon as the painters finished. She'd also ordered some new
furniture, including a new king size bed, a desk and three bookshelves. There
were a few other things that needed to be done, including the installation of a
new kitchen range, because the old one had a bad valve.
"I Toplist Elwebbs ordered new Venetian blinds for all the windows," Nita said. "You'll
probably want to put up some curtains as well, but there you're on your own."
All told, it looked as if I'd be able to move in by the middle of the
following week, certainly no later than the weekend. The hotel wasn't bad, but I
was really looking forward to having my own place.
As I approached the car pool that evening Billy saw me and came around the
dispatcher's booth. Giving me a rather secretive nod, he motioned me to one
"I get off in half an hour," he said. "How about us going to the
"I don't have workout clothes with me, Billy," I said.
okay. I have extra, everything you'll need and I think my stuff will fit you."
He looked toward the dispatcher's booth to be sure no one was looking, then
quickly added, "it's all clean, man. I mean I have clean stuff you can
"Well, okay," I said, not having anything better to do. Besides, I
told myself, I really needed a good workout. I hung out until he clocked out and
then we climbed in his car, a somewhat worse for wear Nova SS, and headed for
Billy was right, his gear fit me fine, maybe a little tight but
not bad. While we changed in the locker room I kept my eyes to myself but knew
he was checking me out. I didn't show it off but I didn't try to be all that
When we left the lockers Billy had not yet pulled on his
T-shirt and I saw as he walked ahead of me, leading the way into the workout
areas, that his back was badly scarred by the acne which still blemished his
We followed Billy's routine, which was good for me. I got a feel
for the various machines and really enjoyed them. We sat side by side on
adjacent stationary bikes, getting our heart rates up, and all the while, the
overhead TV sets blared news of the political polls. Nixon's lead seemed to be
growing every day.
From the bikes we went on to the free-weight area and
spotted each other on the benches. I was working with a little more weight than
Billy, even though I'd come down from the high levels I'd used when I was
building or maintaining a body weight of over 210. But by and large we were at
about the same level so changing weights between sets wasn't that big a deal.
After about half an hour with the free weights we went back to the bikes
for another twenty minutes while we wound down. All told, it was an okay
Back in the locker room, Billy asked if I'd like to go in the sauna for a few
minutes. I'd never used one before and was curious. Following his lead, we
stripped and wrapped towels around ourselves and went into the incredibly hot
little room, which for the first few minutes at least, we had to ourselves. He
went to the middle level of the wooden benches but suggested that I start out on
the lower level until I got a little more used to the heat.
I took his
advice and sat down at the end of the lower bench with my back against the
wooden planks of the wall. At first I really didn't think I'd be able to stand
it but gradually my body adjusted to the heat and my skin began to drip with
I was sitting at right angles to Billy so I could look over and up
at him. He had his head back and his eyes closed so I felt free to look over his
body, or at least the exposed parts of it, without any hesitation. He really had
a pretty nice body. His legs were thick and corded with muscles and his chest,
while not massive, was well defined. I couldn't tell how cut his abs were
because of the position he was sitting in but he certainly didn't seem to have
any excess fat.
After we'd been in the sauna for about five minutes Billy loosened his towel,
opening it up so his entire body was exposed. I assumed he'd done that because
of the heat but I also wondered if he figured I was looking him over and figured
he'd just let me see the whole inventory. In any case, after a few more minutes
I followed his lead and opened my own towel so it was just serving as something
to sit on, to protect my rear from the bare wooden bench. I was sitting there
completely exposed for several minutes during which Billy kept his head Toplist Elwebbs leaned
back and his eyes closed, as if he hadn't noticed what I'd done, or had no
Then after a few more minutes the door opened and two more guys
came into the sauna. They were about our age and in great shape. I'd seem one of
them in the weight room when Billy and I were doing bench presses but the place
was so big I didn't get a chance to really check him out.
Then new guys came in with towels around their waists, just as Billy and I
had done. But without any delay, they both removed their towels and spread them
on the benches across from Billy and me, one on the middle level, the other guy
on the top. Then, naked, they stretched out with their legs toward me and their
crotches completely exposed.
The guy on the middle bench was lying so he was more or less at my eye level
and no matter how I tried to avoid looking at him, his crotch was staring me in
the face, not more than five or six feet away.
Both of the new guys were about my height, in excellent physical shape, and
both rather dark. They had olive skin and black hair, both on their heads and
over a good bit of their bodies. I wondered it they were of Greek or Italian
descent. Both of them were very good looking guys.
The new guys coming in to the sauna caused Billy to stir. He looked across at
the two newcomers and said, "hey guys, this is Rob. Rob, Badger and Cid." We
nodded and said hi but none of us made any effort to shake hands.
Sitting up now, Billy looked over at me, clearly checking out my equipment
without the slightest sign of shyness. I guess the protocol of saunas just
includes seeing and being seen.
"How you doing, Rob?" Billy asked, slowly moving his gaze from my crotch up
over my chest and then higher until we made eye contact.
"Good," I responded, not knowing exactly what to say.
"It looks like you broke a good sweat."
"Yeah," I agreed. "How long is
it safe to stay in here?"
"I usually give it about twenty minutes but
that may be too long for you. Let's give it another five minutes and then hit
"Good," I said, figuring we'd probably been in the sauna
about five minutes already and figuring I could survive five minutes more. I
just leaned my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and relaxed.
few more minutes went by and I was roused again Toplist Elwebbs by movement. Cid or Badger, I
wasn't sure which was which, had gotten up and gone to the metal box by the door
which I'd figured out was the heater. He took a wooden dipper from a matching
bucket and sloshed the water over stones in a depression on the top of the
stove. Suddenly the little room was filled with steam and my skin began to
tingle with the increased supercharged moisture.
For a moment it was sheer hell but then my body flipped into a different gear
and it was as if I were about to float off into Nirvana or Never-Never
Suddenly I realized that this was something I could learn to love.
Cid or Badger sat down again and we all relaxed but it wasn't long before
Billy was moving and we were on our way to the showers. On the way Billy stopped
by his locker and picked up a bottle of what looked like dandruff shampoo.
We went on into the huge open shower and found a couple of other men already
there. Billy and I moved to two spaces across from one another and about a third
of the way into shower. I'd noticed that there was a fresh supply of white
towels on a stool by the door and remembered that Sandy had said the gym
provided an unlimited supply as one of the benefits of membership. I also saw
that by each shower head there were dispensers of liquid shower soap and
shampoo, which made me wonder again why Billy had brought his own bottle.
I had my answer soon enough. He squeezed a sizeable dab of the stuff into the
palm of one hand and then worked it up into a rich lather with the other. Then,
closing his eyes, he began to work the suds over his face and into his hair. An
astringent medicinal odor reached my nose and I realized he was using some sort
of anti-acne cleanser.
When he'd spread all the suds over his face and head he reached around for
the bottle, feeling blindly along the tile shelf below the shower head.
Misjudging its location, he knocked it off and the plastic bottle went bouncing
across the floor. I picked it up, said, "here, Billy," and reached across to
hand it back to Toplist Elwebbs him.
With his eyes still tightly shut, he reached out, waving his hands around in
search of my hand. "Let me help you," I said, taking hold of his hand and
turning it with the palm up. He got the idea and muttered his thanks. I popped
the bottle open and squeezed a bit more of the foul smelling stuff into the palm
of his hand and, reaching past him, put the bottle back on the shelf.
Billy again worked the liquid into a thick suds and spread it over his
shoulders and chest and further down into his crotch and his upper legs.
"Here," I said when he reached for the bottle again. This time, instead
of squeezing the soap into the palm of his hand, I squeezed it into my own. I
then put the bottle back on the shelf and repeated his actions, rubbing my hands
together and working the noxious smelling stuff into thick suds.
I guess he'd opened his eyes just a slit and had seen what I was doing
because he dropped his hands to his side and muttered through rather tightly
closed lips, "what are you doing?"
Instead of answering him, I just said,
"where do you want this?"
"On my back, I guess," he muttered.
"Okay, turn around."
He turned, reaching out blindly and placing his hands on the tile wall on
either side of the shower head. His legs were spread and he looked for all the
world like a guy spread for a full body search.
I moved across the
little space between us and, using both lather-covered hands, spread the stuff
over his shoulders, down over his side and back and down over the round mounds
of his ass. I felt his body shudder slightly as I touched him there, even though
it was a very modest touch and I made no attempt to run my fingers over or into
the cleft of his butt.
The guy had a great body and he was really nice looking, or at least could be
if he got the acne under control. But I had to admit it seemed odd being so
intimate with him, even if it was completely non-sexual.
By then he'd
rinsed his face and the front of his body in the shower which was spraying more
or less directly onto his head. When I finished and stepped back he turned his
face toward me, his eyes now open, and said, "thanks."
"No problem," I
said, turning back to my own shower and liberally washing my hands with shower
gel from the gym dispenser, anxious to rid myself of the strong medicinal odor
of his soap.
I wondered what the two men further along had thought about our interaction
but, if they'd even noticed, they said nothing.
Billy and I finished our
showers and strolled out, still naked, picking up fresh towels from the stool by
the door, and drying ourselves as we ambled back to our lockers.
"Rob?" Billy said as we pulled on our clothes.
"Yeah, man." I responded, sensing Toplist Elwebbs the embarrassment in his
"Thanks," he said. "I mean, nobody ever did that for me before."
We continued to dress in silence
but after a few moments I worked up my nerve and said, "I guess that's some sort
of prescription stuff, right?"
"You can buy it without a prescription but my dermatologist recommends it.
I've been using it for a couple of months."
"Does it help?"
it does, not over night, but it's definitely working. I think it works best when
I use it after a good workout and a few minutes in the sauna. Maybe the heat
opens my pores or something so the medicine can penetrate. My skin is in better
shape than it's been in since I was about twelve years old."
"Well," I said as I finished dressing, "keep at it."
"Yeah, I will,"
he said, stuffing the last of the gym clothes, the things he'd worn and the
stuff he'd lent me, into his bag and closing it up.
As Billy drove me back west toward the hotel we talked cars. I told him I was
going to call my dad over the weekend and get his advice, then talk to the
credit union people again next week.
"If I can help," he said, "just
call. I have a class in the morning but I'll be around the rest of the day and
pretty much all day Sunday."
I remembered he'd alluded once before to
classes and asked what sort of program he was in.
He seemed pleased that
I'd asked. "I'm working on a electrician's license," he said. "I love working at
the studio but I can't go far without some skill. When I get my license I can
become a union journeyman and eventually a master electrician for NSB."
"Sounds good, Billy," I said, knowing nothing then about the hundreds of
skilled technicians who were employed by all the big studios.
"Well, like I said," Billy responded, "I should be home by about one o'clock.
If you miss me, just leave a message with my mom." It was the first time he'd
indicated he still lived at home.
"I will, Billy," I said. "I don't think I'll be doing anything until next
week, but if I need a lift I'll call."
"Or if you just want to do
something, Rob, give me a call."
When we got back to the hotel he got our
of his car and stood on the sidewalk talking for a few moments longer. I felt as
if he really didn't want to go.
"Well," I said, "I guess I'll see you
"Well, okay," he said, reaching out to shake my hand. "Thanks."
problem, thank you."
I turned and went into the hotel lobby. I walked to
the elevators and pressed the up button and waited. When the doors opened, I
stepped in and turned to face the front. Billy was still standing by his car,
his eyes still fixed me. I gave him a high sign as the elevator doors slid
To be continued.
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