AUTHOR'S NOTE : I recently caught this 1963 movie (the first of AIP's beach party epics), and was intrigued by Annette's entrance into the Professor's bungalow – he with his staid bathrobe and "academic" beard; and she in her well-filled 2-piece swimsuit. So I crafted this fantasy, to take things in a different direction. The photo above shows the scene, although I added her "matching beach wrap" for the story.

Place : Balboa Beach, California
Time : The summer of '63

Nothing is greater than the sand, surf, and salt air
Unrack our boards just as soon as we get there
Stack 'em in the sand where they're breakin' just right
Yeah, we're surfing all day and swingin' all night –
Vacation is here... Beach Party tonight!

CHAPTER 1

Marianne smiled wryly. "Don't you think it's time you got off the bench, and into the game?"

Before her colleague could answer, a melodic voice came from just outside the French doors. "Ohh, Robert?" And Dolores Allison undid the latch, and stepped in. With her beaming smile, and stunning body, garbed in a light pink 2-piece suit beneath a matching beach wrap. Quite a contrast to her casual togs at Big Daddy's last night.

Marianne eyed the new arrival, and quipped, "There's one of your teammates, here for batting practice." She didn't wait for a reply, before strolling out the other way.

Dolores stepped forward, and innocently poised her curvaceous beauty. Well, perhaps it wasn't entirely innocent. She had been intrigued, the night before, by the somewhat older man who had gallantly saved her from Von Zipper. And though she was not very experienced, she certainly knew that boys liked her figure. (In high school, she would secretly imagine being the "bad girl" in the magazines Donna smuggled inside their homework.)

"Hi, Robert," she greeted him, with a finger wave, as he came over to her. "You asked me to come by tomorrow," she continued demurely, but with a slight twinkle. She had seen his eyes light up at the swimsuit, peeking through the wrap. "So here I am today... just like you wanted." Her tone was modest and humble – with just a hint of "like you really wanted..."

"And you are right on time," praised Robert, eliciting a giggle from his guest. "I was just finishing another project, with this new species of flowers. Right over here –" He gestured, and she turned to the rack of plants by the telescope and tape deck.

Her face lit with surprise. This was another side of her champion, that she hadn't known about. "Those are beautiful, Robert."

"They are rather rare specimens," he remarked, professorially. "The only species, out of 7,000 in their order, to have these properties. That's why we have the windows closed..." He stepped to the French doors, and shut them. "...to keep the air a bit more tropical." Then he walked to the flower racks, and brought one of the larger planters, with the three largest blooms, back to Dolores. She nestled an outsized crown in her fingers, and admired it for a moment. "Oh, that's so nice!" Then she leaned in.

"Wow...!" she said, slightly awestruck. "That smells wonderful." She smelled it again, then blinked, and inhaled yet again. Her eyes became a touch cloudy, as she repeated, "Just... wonderful." She inhaled again, more fully this time. Her eyes clouded further, as a dreamy smile came to her lips. Robert turned the flowers about, and she eagerly cupped all three blooms together, in both hands. To inhale the intense, combined fragrance. It was so... so... wonderful. Like an incredibly delicious, sweet, aromatic honey, flowing into her. She moved her hips unconsciously, and purred like a kitten, as the pleasure rippled through her body.

She immersed her face in the flowers, and breathed in twice more. As deeply as she could. Losing herself in the rich, mesmerizing fragrance. The cool, smooth petals wafted it forth, from deep in their recesses. As she drew it in, she felt herself drifting, as the pleasure took her deeper. Feeling her mind go, and loving it. In a few moments more, her face began to go blank. Her fingers relaxed; the blooms slipped from her grasp. Her eyelids fluttered, and closed.

"Dolores... Dolores...?" came Robert's voice, from a distance. "Are you all right?"

Her eyes reopened, but were unfocused. Like they were looking in slightly different directions. She slowly drew erect. "I feel... fine," she replied, after a pause.

"Do you know who you are?" he followed up, and she turned partly towards him.

"I'm Dolores," she said, vaguely. Seeming to have trouble with her thoughts. She was looking into space, slightly down and to her left. "Dolores... something."

"And what do you do?" he asked.

"I'm – I'm a student. At junior college... this fall... " Then her brow furrowed, as she said again, more vaguely, "Yes, Dolores... I think."

"You sound a bit confused," Robert observed. He cradled the large, colorful blooms with one hand; then guided Dolores' face towards them with his other. "Here, smell the flowers again. It will clear your mind."

Dolores obeyed the prompting. The fragrance was indeed wondrous. She unconsciously licked her lips. "More," Robert directed. "Again... more deeply." She did so, her chest rising with the breath. The scent seemed more luscious now; both tingling, and soothing. Relaxing her. "More..." Robert said gently, and she did so a third time. Drinking it in. Her eyes rolled back, and her lips parted, as Robert set the flowers aside and drew her upright again. After a moment, her eyes regained some focus, although now with a sort of fog.

"You were right. You're Dolores. Dolores D'Allessio."

The name sounded strange. "D'Allessio...?" she asked, through a haze.

"Yes, the Dolores D'Allessio. The exotic dancer. The world-famous stripper."

Her head tilted, oddly, as she looked at Robert. "Stripper?"

"Yes, of course. The richest, most famous, most beautiful in the world," Robert reiterated. "You're adored by millions. Lavished with money and luxury. There are stories about you in magazines everywhere." He brought the blooms in again, right below her face. "Men come from all over the world, to see you dance... to see you strip. They give everything they have, to see you go all the way." He continued to hover the blooms, and repeated, "...all the way."

Dolores' head wavered, and a slight, spacey smile came across her face, as she breathed in the rich scent. Yes... stories in magazines. She was starting to remember. "Glamorous, seductive... irresistible..." Stories and images, musings and memories, swirled in her mind. Like the sea foam, on a rocky shore.

"Say it back to me," Robert coaxed. "Who are you...?" And the answer came to her, "I'm... Dolores. Dolores D'Allessio."

"And you said you were, what, a student?"

"No... of course not," she replied; a bit surprised at the silly suggestion. "I'm a stripper. The most famous stripper in the world. Men adore me. They give everything they have, to watch me dance. To see me strip..."

"Because you go all the way," Robert prompted. She nodded, with her vague smile. Still looking into space. "Because I go all the way..."

There was the click of a tapped baton – and from the orchestra, a smooth, rhythmic beat welled forth. There were crowd noises, too. The sounds of thousands of men hooting, whistling, applauding. Dolores looked around the huge teeming theater, beyond the footlights, at the immense audience filling every seat. She moved forward, and stood at center stage. Her eyes were wide; her voice airy. "The most famous stripper in the world..." she spoke aloud. Standing in the spotlight; listening to the music. "I have to dance now. I have to strip..."

"And go all the way..." said Robert's voice, from somewhere in front. Her eyes were wider, as she nodded, and repeated, "...go all the way."

To be continued...