Rating: PG-13 and R
Summary: It's 1975 and Micky Dolenz is divorced and living the party life. Rita is a young woman on the L.A. scene. When the two meet, their lives are forever changed...
Warnings: Implied Sexual Content (Het)
Notes: The title of the story is from a song by Tori Amos called "Playboy Mommy," in case any were wondering. There may be some historical inaccuracies in this work of fiction in either general, or in Micky Dolenz history. I apologize for them.
I met Micky Dolenz in1975 and it changed my life forever.
“Come on we’re gonna be late!” my friend and roommate Jacqueline yelled from behind the closed door. I sighed, I was almost ready. I slipped on my nylons one at a time and then put on my favorite sundress that was white and had red paisley on it. I finished it off with my red candies pumps. My hair was brushed and make up done up heavily- now I was all set. Jacqueline was standing on the other side of the door taping her foot impatiently, “Thought you’d never come.” Now she was a true party-goer- black mini skirt with a white belt and black top that’s neckline plunged down, her black pumps finished off a stunning yet and simple look.
“Is the cab here?” I asked checking myself out one last time in the hall mirror, making sure there was no lipstick on my teeth.
“Yeah it’s downstairs,” she replied, “Come on Rita!” She pulled my arm and we were out the door.
The cabbie looked us up and down as we entered and Jacqueline slipped him a piece of paper, “Take us here please.”
“Right miss,” he said and started to drive.
Now that I was sitting still I began to feel restless, my nerves were getting to me. It’s not like I hadn’t been to parties before, it was just something like this one had never happened before. The weekend before, Jacqueline had been out at a club in L.A. and met singer Harry Nilsson on a whim. He liked her and invited her to a party he was having the next weekend. She said she’d come on one condition- that I could come with her. So here we were on our way to a celebrity party at which I would most likely either by admired or be ignored. One good thing about it was though that I’d probably get to meet one of my favorite musicians- John Lennon, who was hanging out on the West Coast these days with his so called mistress May Pang.
Within 15 minutes, we arrived outside one of your standard Hollywood penthouses, gate and all. Jacqueline paid the cabbie and we got out and walked up to the guard.
“Name?” he asked sternly.
“Jacqueline Brussels,” my friend said, “Mr. Nilsson invited me and my friend.” He didn’t say anything but opened the gate; we walked in towards the house and the noise. The outside was littered with all kinds of cars from the classic to the very expensive sports cars. It was a bit overwhelming and a good thing no one saw that we came in a cab. I felt like we were the lowly peasants to all the famous people I expected to see. It wasn’t a nice way to feel.
Almost as soon as we entered the house and walked from the mezzanine to the main room on the second floor, Jacqueline caught everyone’s attention. She was the type of girl who could do that with her blonde hair and blue eyes, bubbly personality and bright smile to go with it. I sort of cowered behind her while all eyes drew to her. A man with blonde hair saw her and smiled, walking over.
“Jackie!” he exclaimed hugging her tightly. I could only assume this was Harry. He didn’t even acknowledge my presence; actually, Jackie didn’t even bother to introduce me! She walked off with him past the bar to a crowd he was hanging with, the air stale with smoke. I tried to keep my cool as best as I could and went to the bar for myself.
“Could I have a scotch and coke on the rocks please?” I asked the bartender. He nodded and quickly got it for me. Well, my old friend was back. I picked up the drink and swigged a little, knowing already I’d be spending the night solo.
I stood by the bar a bit, waiting to see if anyone at all came over to talk to me. They didn’t, but I did spot who I thought might be John Lennon from across the room, in a deep discussion and a cigarette in his mouth. I admired him from afar for a while, but not having enough courage to approach him. That’s when I turned and saw the balcony to my left and lo and behold there was no one out there! I decided this was the best place for me; I’d wait out the night there until Jackie got tired of all of this. I walked to it and passed a couple making out near the doorway. I grimaced and spotted a pack of cigarettes on the table next to them. Sneakily, I took one and proceeded to the balcony and the crisp open air.
It was a peaceful night, from here you could actually see the stars and below the city lights sweeping across the landscape. It was kind of peaceful from far away. I relaxed slightly and put the cigarette in my mouth, then looked in my purse for matches; I didn’t have any. I cursed silently to myself and looked around for some. Suddenly though, there was a dim light next to me, and a man holding a match.
“Need a light?” he asked smiling.
“Yes thank you,” I replied leaning into the flame. It caught and I got a drag off the cigarette, now this was relaxing!
“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” the man asked leaning his back against the railing of the balcony. In this light I could just make out his features- his brown eyes, curly hair. Boy did he look familiar, but from where?
I laughed, “Do you use that line on all the girls?”
“I might,” he said. I looked at him coyly before turning away and taking another drag.
“I came with a friend, she’s inside somewhere.” I finished my drink then with one gulp.
The man looked at me curiously, “You like another one?”
“Oh no, that’s ok.”
“It’s no problem, I can go get you one. I was about to get myself something anyway.” He put out a hand to take my glass.
“Alright. Scotch and coke please. Thank you.” He nodded and went inside, giving me time to collect my thoughts. I still couldn’t put my finger on it, but the man did look memorable to me. And I also had to admit he was very handsome, in a sort of goofy and nontraditional way. I finished my cigarette and threw it on the ground, putting it out with my shoe. The man came back then with two drinks in his hands.
“There you are,” he handed it to me, “Oh, how rude of me. My name’s Micky.” He put out his free hand to shake mine.
“Rita,” I replied.
“Hayworth?” he asked grinning brightly.
“Actually yes, my mother loved her movies,” I said surprised; no one ever guessed that before. It was time to ask him, “You look so familiar to me. Have we met before? I mean, where have I seen you?”
He smirked and cleared his throat and then began to sing, “Here we come…walking down the street…”
I looked away and racked my brain. And then it came to me, “You’re Micky Dolenz aren’t you? That’s it! See I used to watch the show when I was younger. Man, I loved it! It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too Rita,” he said not missing a beat. At least he was humble about his fame.
We chatted on for at least half an hour more about all kinds of things, hardly mentioning what he did for a living at all. He talked about his recent divorce from his wife and where he was going, and he asked me a lot about myself. Listening intently as I even got nervous and played with one my brown locks of hair. He laughed at my jokes and also cracked a few of his own- I had forgotten how funny he was!
“This is nice,” Micky finally said after a bit of silence. He had finished his drink and set the glass down on the ground. I had was holding mine and twirling the empty glass, “I don’t get to do this very often anymore.” I smiled and he smiled right back.
All of sudden, he looked at me seriously and came closer to me, his body practically against mine. I tried to contain my surprise as he looked deep into my eyes with desire. He grabbed my chin and pushed his lips against mine passionately. I closed my eyes and let it happen as I dropped my glass to the ground and it shattered; let the sparks fly, let him hold me close to him till I thought I couldn’t breathe. He ran a hand through my hair as he continued to kiss me, deeper and deeper. Finally, when I thought I could take no more, he let me go and looked down, breathing heavily, holding my hands in his.
“Wow,” I managed to blurt out.
He looked up again his face having the same look of hunger on it, “Let’s go somewhere.”
I tried to hold my composure. I wasn’t against it, “Ok.” I had already forgotten the broken glass on the balcony.
Micky took my hand and lead me into the house, heading towards the nearest bedroom. I quickly looked around for Jackie but she was nowhere to be seen. We’d meet up later, I thought.
The first room was occupied but the second wasn’t. Micky opened the door and let me go in first. The theme of the bedroom was white- the bed, the walls, everything was bleak and pale. I walked over to the bed and took my shoes off and set my purse down on the floor as I heard Micky close the door behind us. He approached me from behind and started kissing my collarbone, and then my neck. I closed my eyes and took it in. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt right.
I turned around and he took me in his arms, holding me tightly; but this wasn’t meant to be soft and lovely; it was business and need. Slowly, we stripped each other of our clothes and then crawled into the bed together. I didn’t know how he felt but I felt almost robotic, not really knowing what I was doing but concentrating and savoring every moment as best as I could. We made love that night, all of our hidden feelings and animal instincts coming to a head in one fair swoop. He barely looked me in the eyes the whole time but I didn’t care; this was passion at its height and I was in ecstasy. He whispered my name and moaned as I tried to hold in my excitement and control my breathing. When it was finished, Micky collapsed on top of me, laying there on my chest a few seconds before rolling off onto his back next to me, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon.
This is it, I thought, he’s going to leave me now. It was just a fix, a fantasy, and now that he’s done with me he’ll abandon me. But to my surprise, he didn’t. Micky just laid there and before long I could hear him breathing softly asleep. I curled up to his body and fell asleep too.
Hours later, the sunrise woke me from a peaceful sleep. I tried to move, but was all entwined in the bed sheets. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around, expecting again not to see Micky anywhere. But he was there; he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me. I smiled to myself and brushed my hand gently over him. He turned around and smiled at me.
“Hey,” he said softly running his hands through his hair. He looked all disheveled and absolutely adorable.
“Hey yourself,” I replied stretching my arms above my head, “What time is it?”
“4 or 5 in the morning, I’m not sure.”
I sat up and brought the sheet with me. Leaning over, I kissed his shoulder then his neck, “Did you have a good time last night?”
He groaned in agreement, and welcomed my arms as I put them around his chest and rested my head on his back. I could hear his heart beating, realizing what an intimate moment this was. I felt fantastic, full of life and something else though I didn’t quite know what it was.
Micky took my hands off him and turned around to face me, brushing the hair out of my face, “You know, you’re too beautiful Rita. Lovely Rita.” He kissed me softly and slowly we laid back down. Now in the morning light, we made love again, this time slower and softer. I could tell he was remembering each moment, taking in every touch and kiss, and I didn’t want to forget it either.
After we were again lying entwined in each other’s limbs, Micky suddenly sighed, “I’ve got to go.”
I took my head from his chest and looked at me, “Really?”
He nodded, “Yeah.” I didn’t try to stop him. He carefully moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. I laid my head back down and watched him get dressed in his clothes from the night before. When he was done he turned and looked at me, “Are you coming?”
I shook my head, “I think I’ll stay a bit longer.”
If any time was supposed to be awkward between us, this was it. He ran his hand through his hair again and looked away a second, then back at me, “It was nice…all of this. Thanks.” He bent down and kissed me lightly, brushing his lips against mine. Then firmly putting his hands in his pockets he turned and walked towards the door. I didn’t watch him go, but only laid there and heard the door close softly.
I buried my head back in the pillow, still lingering with his smell. I was dazed and stared at the ceiling.
A few minutes later, I found that I couldn’t sleep now, not in this strange bed and in this even stranger house. So I pulled myself from the sheets and carefully put all my clothes back on. My dress was wrinkled and my hair and makeup didn’t look very good, but it couldn’t be helped. I was leaving either way. Picking up my purse lastly, I left the bed as it was, a sort of testimony to our affair, and headed for the door.
There were still a few people lounging around the couches and floor, and probably the bedrooms as well, but for the most part everyone had gone. And there was no sign of Jackie or even of Harry. I suddenly felt very alone and nervous. But I managed to locate a telephone and call for a cab. Shortly, it was there and I told it to take me home. I took one last look at the glorious penthouse as we drove away.
As entered the apartment, I heard movement and to my surprise, Jackie came out of her room holding her pepper mace and looking less than happy, “Rita!” she exclaimed and ran up and hugged me, “God, I was so worried about you! Where the hell have you been?” We sat down on the couch together.
“I was at the penthouse. Why? I didn’t expect to find you here.”
“Things with Harry didn’t exactly work out,” she replied softly folding her hands on her lap.
“What happened?” I asked moving closer.
“Drugs, and he tried to take advantage of me,” she said almost nonchalantly. Then she looked at me, “You met someone!”
I shook my head, “No, no.”
“Yes you did, don’t lie. Tell me, tell me!” She was wide awake now and bright-eyed. I blushed.
“Well… there was someone,” I began. She nodded for me to continue, “It was… Micky Dolenz.”
“No way! So what happened? Did you talk and stuff?”
“Um, we did a lot more than talk…”
Jackie slapped me lightly on the arm, “Rita, you little slut! You slept with him?!” I nodded looking away, “Wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”
“One thing just led to another. Anyway, it’s not like it meant anything,” I replied keeping my eyes to the window. I knew now what I had felt for Micky before as my eyes flooded with tears; I loved him, “I’m gonna go get some sleep ok?” I tried to hide the choke in my voice.
“Alright,” Jackie said as we both stood, “You probably need it, tramp!” She laughed and I feigned laughter, “You’ve got to tell me everything later!”
“Ok,” I said. I shut my bedroom door behind me, let my body slide to the floor and broke down in tears.
Soon I crawled into my own bed and fell fast asleep with Micky’s scent still in my nostrils and dreams of him in my head. I would never see him again.