Monday, January 26, 2015

Playing in the Band (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

Her words reverberated in my head. Really? I should come downstairs and meet her in a basement supply closet during my band's next break? If I want to?

I made my way back to the little stage and joined my bandmates. We started our second set, and it felt and sounded good, as it always does. But I was having trouble concentrating on anything but my waitress.

Was she offering what I think she was offering? I tried and failed to think of any reason she'd invite me there that wasn't a quick fuck. My head spun.

And if that's really what she was offering, did I want it? She didn't make eye contact with me as she waited her tables, but I watched her as we played. My initial assessment was unchanged: not my type at all. Too young, too thin, too rough looking. But the question wasn't whether I'd bring her home to meet my parents, or even take out to dinner - it was whether I was interested in bending her over and fucking her.

Yes, I was interested.

The more I thought about it, the more interested I was. I would definitely go down those stairs and go into the door on the right. I stayed a little skeptical. Maybe she'd change her mind. Or be too busy with work to get away during out break. Or whatever.

We played through the second set, and it went well. People were generous with their applause, and our tip jar was filling up. Then I realized, as our singer announced it, that this would be the last song of the set, and then we'd take a short break. We launched into the song.

My waitress still hadn't made eye contact with me once during the set, and I was a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Would this really happen? It started to seem more likely when she walked past the stage, turned around for the briefest glance at the band, then descended the stairs.

The song ended, and we turned down the P.A. and put our instruments down. My bandmates started for the bar, and I told them I'd be there shortly. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, I was alone in a short hallway, exactly as she said. Mens' and ladies' rooms on the left, and one door, marked "Employees Only", on the right. I knocked once quickly and opened the door.

(To be continued)

Monday, January 19, 2015

Playing in the Band (Part 1)

We played the last chord of the song, and smiled at each other as people clapped. The singer announced that we'd be taking a short break, and that we'd still be playing two more sets. We stepped off of the small stage, thanking the couple of patrons who were putting some cash in our tip jar.

We walked through the restaurant and took three seats at the bar, and the bartender set us up with tall glasses of ice water with lemon. We'd played here before, and it was a nice little neighborhood restaurant, and a good place to play. It was also gratifying to see some familiar faces - people who'd seen us here before and had come back to see us.

The singer wandered off to talk to someone, and a waitress came behind the bar and started a conversation with the guitar player and me.

"You guys sound great."

We thanked her.

She complimented us up and down, and of course who doesn't like having their ego stroked? She told us that she was learning to play guitar, and we encouraged her to do it.

I looked her up and down. Too young. Too thin...almost scrawny. Even in her standard-issue waitress uniform of black skirt and short-sleeve white blouse, there was a little bit of a rough edge to her, and she had tattoos from shoulder to elbow. But she was sweet as could be and wanted to talk about playing music.

She told us about her guitar - she'd bought it at a pawnshop for $25. I suppressed a smile and turned to my band-mate. "Yours cost a little more than that." I knew it probably cost 100 times that. He laughed and shook his head and said he'd better get back and tune up for the second set.

She ran off to look after one of her tables, and then came back as I was getting ready to go back and get ready to play. She asked what songs we'd be playing, and I told her with a wink that she'd have to listen and find out. She called me a bastard, and we both laughed.

She paused, then asked me how long the second set would be? I told her, around 45 minutes.

"As soon as your set is over, come and see me. Go down the stairs. The bathrooms are on the left. There's a supply closet on the right." She paused. "If you want to."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and went back to work.

(Continued here)

Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Hot/Crazy Matrix

The YouTube clip below ("The Hot/Crazy Matrix - A Man's Guide to Understanding Women") is the funniest thing I've seen all month. It was forwarded to me by the Sensual Goddess, who admitted that there's a lot of truth in it.

A lot of truth? I'm forwarding this to the Nobel Prize committee for consideration.

P.S. - I appreciate the queries asking if I'm alive and well. I'm both. Life is both good, challenging, and always interesting. I still have stories to tell, and I'm trying to figure out how to tell them. Hopefully there will be more posts soon.

Friday, September 26, 2014

FFF: Last Day

She was the last one to come see me in my office, after everyone else had gone.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make the going-away lunch, but the teleconference with London just wouldn't end. And now that you're leaving, you selfish asshole, I'll have to handle all of the European clients on my own."

She said it with a wink, and I laughed. "You stopped by just to call me names on my last day?"

"No, I came by for a better reason." Her eyes twinkled. "I came by to give you your going away present."

I shouldn't have been surprised. She was sweet and thoughtful and a good friend. She saw me look around and smiled. "You're right, I don't have a box, do I?" She paused. "This is a gift that doesn't come in a box."

She paused again, letting the anticipation build. I admit, I was curious, as she was obviously building up to something.

"Remember the Christmas party last year?"

Last year's Christmas party? Hmmm...I think I remembered most of it. At least the part before the third Scotch.

"You remember our conversation at the bar? Late in the evening?"

"You're going to have to refresh my memory."

"We were talking about the rumor that the two new girls in marketing were...adventurous. And you said...."

It all came back to me in a flash. "I said, 'What I wouldn't give to see that!'"

She laughed triumphantly. "You have a good memory. Now sit back and enjoy."

(249 words)

Dedicated to Advizor, on his last day of hosting Flash Fiction Friday. His efforts have been much appreciated, and I hope his last day at the FFF offices went exactly like this!

The challenge this week was:

Word Limit: 369 (check)
Key Words: third wheel (oops)
Forbidden Words: lesbian, hooker, prostitute, money, executive (check)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Friday, September 5, 2014

FFF: Aftermath

She sighed as she put her business suit back on. "I wasn't planning on staying over, or I would have brought a change of clothes." She paused, then laughed. "And it's Saturday...this is feeling more like a walk of shame."

"Don't be silly. Please don't tell me you have regrets. It just felt right...and it was pretty goddamned amazing, don't you think?"

Giggles. "Yes, it was. But now you'd better get in the shower. You look so inviting in black, you'd better get in there, or I'm going to change my mind and come back to bed for another round."

"Shower.... Yes, I guess I should." She winked. "But maybe I want you to come back to bed with me. Besides, he's still in there."

I opened the bathroom door and walked out, towel wrapped around my waist. "Did I hear that someone wants in the shower? You should have just come in and joined me. Or you both should have joined me - there's plenty of room."

Red smiled and shook her head. "She needs to get in there. And I really do have to get going."

I nodded. "Maybe we could do this again next Friday night...."

She raised an eyebrow at me, but smiled. "Let's see what the aftermath of this is first. My husband may be a hopeless drunk, but he is the president of the company."

"I understand. But promise you'll consider it."

She kissed me as she headed for the door. "I'll definitely consider it."

(250 words)

Aside: when the Sensual Goddess reads this, she's going to cock an eyebrow at me, shake her head, and say something like, "You crack me up. You always write yourself into these stories, and you're always this suave James Bond-like character." And maybe she's right. But it's my blog, and I can be a suave James Bond-like character if I want. :-)

The challenge this week was:

Word Limit: 250 (check)
Key Words: aftermath, regrets (check)
Forbidden Words: BFF, girlfriend (check)
Extra Credit: Tell us about your work-place indiscretions. (Sadly, I don't really have any. I have written a workplace fantasy that's based on a real person I worked with, here.)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Friday, August 1, 2014

FFF: Too Young

"I'm sorry, I can't do this. You're just too young."

"Too young? Really?"

"I'm sorry. You seem nice. Maybe under other circumstances. But it just wouldn't feel right."

She sighed. Our webcams were both on, and even though I could only see her face, I couldn't deny that I wanted to see more. Was she really naked from the waist up? There was a tantalizing hint that she might be. I could feel my cock stirring. Damn....

An idea popped into my head. I jumped up and asked her to stay online, that I'd be back in a minute. She laughed and said she'd stay.

I rushed back as quickly as I could, and sat down in front of my webcam. She looked at me, did a double-take, and laughed out loud. A quick application of talcum powder in my hair made my black hair mostly white. I had a pair of thick glasses on, and I made my voice quaver when I spoke.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I just sent my whippersnapper son to his room. The idiot thought your ad looking for a mature man meant him. I knew all along you were really looking for someone more like me."

It was my only chance. She smiled, which was a good sign - and didn't log off, which was an even better sign. But she still looked doubtful. I told myself to stay in character...keep her smiling.

"Don't worry, dear, I'm as old as Methuselah." And that's exactly how old I felt looking at her. But if she wanted to show her sweet little body off to an old man, I'd try my best to be that old man.

"Now be a sweetheart and move your webcam down."

She paused. Then finally, "Okay. We can both pretend you're the mature man I advertised for." She slowly panned down. Holy smokes...she was stunning...perfect.

I panned down with my webcam. She looked, then stopped and frowned.

"That's not an old man's cock." Poof, she was gone.

Goddammit. Ah well, the vision of her hot little body was burned into my brain.

(350 words)

The challenge this week was:

Word Limit: 350 (check)
Forbidden Words: money, regret (check)
Extra Credit:  Tell us if you've ever paid for sex, on-line or off (Yes, I have, once in my life. And I've already blogged about it, here.)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

What is Your Sexy Song?

Simplicity asks the question, in her blog post of today, "What is your sexy song?"

Interesting question, and I have an immediate answer. It's not a song that exactly puts me in the mood - but it has very strong sexual connotations for me.

I've written of my first time, and I mention at the end that "I slunk home, half mortified but also half exultant that I was no longer a virgin." On that drive home, I had the radio on and was mentally thanking every god I had ever prayed to for help in losing my virginity. And now (thank goodness!) I could finally honestly say that I wasn't a virgin. Gratitude and relief were literally washing over me. (As an aside, I realized recently that the event in question happened 30 years ago this week. Yikes.)

Anyway, the song. I was driving home with the radio on, and "Round and Round", the one and only hit by metal band Ratt came on. The hard pumping beat was exactly what I was feeling, and I turned it up loud. It felt and sounded *perfect*. At that moment, all was right with the world.

The song got airplay for the rest of that summer, and I'd keep my buddies from changing the station when it came on. They'd tease me about liking the song, and I just smiled a secret smile. Actually, when talking about music and bands, sometimes they'll still tease me about it ("Hey Max, how about we put on some Ratt for you?") - and I still smile inwardly.

I'm pretty certain this song will make no one else's list - but hearing it will always transport me back to a memorable summer night.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Small Wager

I've recently been visiting some colleges and taking the campus tours with a daughter. She's a good kid and good company, and it's been a lot of fun. But I've about had it with the tour guides. First of all, everything they say is sales pitch and propaganda. According to the guides, every school we've been to is filled with 100% engaged students who are completely thrilled at the education they're getting, a faculty who lives and breathes to get to know their undergrads better and give them sage guidance, dining halls serving food that's both nutritious and delicious, etc., etc. Sorry, I've been to college, and I know sugar-coating when I hear it.

Secondly, the tour guides are the over-achievers. Straight A students, president of five different clubs, involved in everything. Apparently never had a beer, a smoke, or kissed a girl. It's party line all the way. Do not say *anything* that might alarm the parents.

Anyway, one of these brown-nosers told the following story to illustrate how amazing the food service was at his school. A female friend of his is vegan, and he's a cheeseburger kind of guy. Well, she bet him that he could eat nothing but the school's vegan offerings for two weeks and be perfectly happy. He did it, and was *delighted* with the food. So she owed him.

At this point, my imagination kicked in. After I've eaten nothing but vegan food for two weeks, what am I asking for in return?

A blowjob every day for two weeks? That seems like a fair trade....

Or maybe something like this. Pay off the debt in one night. That would work too.

But no, here's what he got in return. The next semester, she had to take an art history class that he loved.


Friday, June 27, 2014

FFF: All Aboard

I'd heard the talk that air travel was the way of the future, but it seemed hard to imagine that it could be as civilized as going by train. I made my way through the terminal at Penn Station and boarded the Broadway Limited. New York to Chicago in 15 hours, arriving at 8am. Why would anyone want to get there faster than that?

Besides, there were other luxuries I bet you couldn't get on an airplane.

"Miss Morgenstern, I'm going to order a martini from the club car while we review the Amalgamated Products file. We meet with the vice president at 9am, and the numbers have to be right."

"I've already double and triple checked them, sir. Everything's in order. Your presentation is ready."

"Excellent. Perhaps you'd like a drink too?"

She caressed my leg with her foot, starting at my ankle...then moving higher. "I took the liberty of having our drinks and dinner sent to our berth. I thought we might want a little...privacy."

"Yes," I winked, "we might."

The whistle blew as we came out of the tunnel. The clouds were parting and the sun was low in the west. Fifteen hours to Chicago. Perfect.

(200 words)

The challenge this week was:

Key Words: Parting, Station (check)
Word Limit: 200 (check)
Forbidden Words: Discreet, Forbidden, Tryst (check)
Extra Credit: Name the train and the destination (check)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Tough Choices and Wood Nymphs

Sensual Goddess: (with a twinkle in her eye) So, you're going out into the woods with your buddies instead of coming with me to (home and native land).

Me: Well, yeah..this trip's been on the calendar for a while, and I didn't know it would be the only time you could go.

SG: Of course, I understand. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you're choosing. Sleeping on the ground, in the company of smelly guys. I know you'll enjoy the hiking and the camaraderie. That's a good choice - even if the alternative is going where we could find another Saucy to entertain us. And where you get wakened with a "Canadian good morning." I'm sure you'll be just as happy in your tent.

Me: (laughing, shaking my head, and muttering under my breath) I wasn't exactly thinking of my choice in those terms....

SG: I'm happy to help clarify things for you. I'd go visit Saucy on my own - but it's more fun to watch your reaction. Next time for sure. And maybe this will be the time you find a wood nymph who can take care of you.

Me: Seems unlikely. But hope springs eternal. And I'll tell you all about it if I do!