Drinks
Well Thank goodness this monkey suit still fits. I really
don't mind getting dressed up and kind of enjoy it sometimes
but these shmucks at the club live for it. The dinner party
is only for tweleve people so I won't offend that many
when I make my lame excuse to leave. "Hey Amanda."
Stupid bitch. Has all the money and none of the brains to
get out of the rain. "Hey, Perk. How are you?",
she says looking for me to ask about her latest acquistion.
"Fine. How's Bobby?" The eye roll told
me she had no clue. "He's working late again.
He stays so busy trying to keep me happy." And his assitant.
Now comes the pause where I am supposed to ask about what
has she been doing or where she has been or who she has seen
or invite her to speak about her favorite subject, herself,
but I can't.
A woman walked into the room. She is wearing a black strapless
evening gown that brushes her ankles. The shoes are conservative
black patent leather that means a firm foundation. There
are two slits in the front and two in the back that show off
her legs that are wrapped in silk stockings. The slits aren't
too high, but do show off a set of stems that I think have that
black seam up the back. They lead up to hips that long to be
held with more curves than a cork screw. I still don't
know how that dress stayed up with those breasts pressing
the material to the limits. The dress was scuplted just
for her with barely enough material to gently scallop each
mound and accent her cleavage that went to the depths where
every man would want to dive. Her neck accented the single
strand of pearls and matching earrings. Her mouth with
full lips spoke of passion that people barely whisper about
at night. Her eyes were looking at me. Oh shit. Busted. She
had watched me check her out. There is never a hole to dive
into when you need one. A wry smile came over her face as she
proceeded to the bar. She turned at the last second to put
her back to me and with a whisp of her hand revealed the seam
I guessed was there. Wait. Did she mean to do that? Her back
was to me but I don't think she's ignoring me or
was offended by school-boy gawking. "Then I went
to Gstaad to go skiing." Had Amanda been talking this
whole time? Time, how much went by? "Yeah, would you
like a drink?", I said with another purpose in mind.
I left before getting her order clearly because that was
the very last thing on my mind.
By now the bar space around my vision was the most expensive
real estate in town. She was handling these captains of
industry around her like she was playing chess and she was.
She was all look and no touch. The invitation was on her terms
alone. Confident yet comfortable she could handle a pawing
drunk like a bouncer in a biker bar, but she would stop to
help the kitten find a home. She controlled the conversation
but was never imposing. Encouraging participation she
made all of the men want to jump for her like a dolphin after
a fish. I caught myself staring again as the bartender asked
for my order. I turn to order. "Sapphire and tonic,
and a Cosmo." "You don't look like you drink
Cosmopolitans. That must be for your wife." The din
of noise that surrounded my vision had slowed. I felt a presence
on my left and realized that she had spoken to me. I slowly
moved to speak. I wanted this to be right. As I turned I was
enveloped in her glow. Was I the drunk or the kitten? "It
is for a friend."
"Come on everyone and let's sit down for dinner.",
Amanda said. This should be interesting.
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