“Girl, you are all about the after parties. I won't be doing any afters if I've been carried out in a blue bag.”
“Don't be so dramatic, Babes. Just pitch up and tell them you're sick. You've got sinuses or allergies to fresh air. God, I don't know. Pop a Xanax and just do it. Hurl yourself over the edge. Because you've got the best job in the city and you do not wanna lose it over a few stray nerves.”
“Hurl being the right descriptive.” I down the rest of my cocktail and pull the fresh one toward me.
Raul appears with some mini shrimp tacos.
“Compliments of the
chef,” he says with a wink.
Thereby guaranteeing himself a thirty per cent tip and the hope of something more. I guess he wouldn't mind going home with one of the girls lining the bar tonight. And he is kinda hot in a rough and tumble kind of way. Maybe I should return the attention, let him know the game's on. It's been too long. I could really do with loosening up before this weekend when I'm going to be in a rigid state of terror.
A few multiple orgasms on Raul's active tongue wouldn't go amiss. Except this is one of our favorite places to hang early evening and I don't want any potential badass feeling ruining that. You never know how people are going to react post-coital these days. Seems like all I hear about is stalkers and weirdos.
“So Derek directly requested that you do this triple skydive charity thing. What is it a marketing push?”
“Yeah after that savings scandal. But why me? I've never even spoken to him personally.”
“Aren't you friends with his girlfriend?”
“Only since I organized her Hamptons party. She said she's only using us for all her events from now on. I've got her wedding too.”
I blush slightly remembering the hot guy I brushed hands with at that event, when I handed him his place card. He looked at me like it would be nothing to rip me out of my clothes and devour me like lion's prey. But of course I was working, not there to socialize with gorgeous hunks with bodies built for all kinds of activity. Anyway he spent the evening with some blond in a tight dress. Typical.
“So that's it then. Can't you ask her to get you out of this?”
“She was my first call.”
“And?”
“She just told me it was all going to be fine. I'd get loads of publicity and it would be great for my career. Not to mention everything else in my life.”
“So there you go.”
Raul is wiping the sweat from the glasses along the bartop and he gives me the eye before moving down to the other end. Carla represses a giggle. It's alright for her, all newly hot for her new main squeeze. Is there anything more inspiring and more sickening than your girlfriend falling in love? It's great and I'm genuinely mega happy for her. And if she's found a keeper, that at least means there are still possibilities out there. Even if they're about as regular as a genuine deal on Canal Street.
“I'm not going to resort to the bartender,” I tell her.
“No, hold out for what you really want. Bartenders are only for renewed virgins.”
“I've got about a week to go before I reach that status.”
As I drive a rental car out to the Island for my deadly weekend, my nerves kick in with every mile I come closer to the airfield.
I check into the Hyatt and head straight down to the spa area for some much needed unwinding. The hot tub is empty and so I pull my bikini top off under the water, loving how the bubbles froth around my agonized nipples.
I'll just have to be my own cherry-popping bartender. My hand slips between my thighs and strokes my swollen clit.
2
Hunter
I need a taste of everything. I get restless and need to change it up. And it's always been the same with women. I've tried the dating route but the need for change gets the better of me. How can one job or one woman ever be enough for an entire lifetime?
What's that saying? Caught between a rock and a hard place? Well I appear to be stuck between a lock and a soft place. A decadently warm place I've had on my mind for freaking weeks now. Look, I don't do pining and wishful thinking, specially not when it comes to women. I don't need one girl taking over my thoughts and therefore my actions.
Because you know how that goes – they're all pliable and willing for a month, then it's stay home with me and where are you? I'm too much of a wild man to be tied to one woman only. Girls know that about me and if they can't deal with it, then they move on to some more reliable accountant willing to set them up with the house in Westchester. But it ain't gonna be me.