The Consultant
One of my favorite lifetime experiences. The reason being, if not for the situations I dealt with previously, this would not have gone well or at all.
A friend of mine and I would hit this spot near Wrigleyvillle, we called it a target rich environment, younger women, early to mid 30's, just out for a good time. The hope was to pull one or two away from the pack. Nothing malicious, it was always about mutual fun.
This club had a party each year called Porn on the 4th of July with Ron Jeremy the porn star, or The Hedgehog. Well with it being summer and this guy showing up, the place was packed. Some of the guys were already there, we hit the second floor. Very good sniper vantage point we used to say. I then let the guys know first round was on me, I went to the beer girls, they would always be tall, dressed in next to nothing, standing over tubs of beer. As I bent down, I felt a huge squeeze on my ass, like a handful. I turned around and there were four gorgeous women laughing. Now at this point you may think this is bullshit but this is not. In a situation like this, as a guy, you have to keep your cool and not act too thirsty. I laughed with them. One of the women immediately spoke and said to me, if you can guess you grabbed your ass, you get lucky tonight. They laughed again. Immediately I eliminated her, much to my chagrin. But I guess correctly. I will call her Dawn. We hit it off very good in our chat, the place was loud and we both were drinking. Back in those days I played a game where I would ask for the number and then call it immediately so I knew the number was correct. Dawn thought that was funny. The her Mother Hen came back and she had to leave to hit another club. My thoughts were to call her in a day or two. Went back to my boys. Later in the evening one guy with us was annoyed by a buzzing sound, it was my phone, wtf. And guess who was calling me, Dawn. I went outside and she was home. She cut her evening short. I then get a text. It was her address, she simply replied, do I need to send it again? I hopped in a cab and got there quick. Once there she answered the door to her home wearing a nightgown, nothing else. But she placed her hands on my chest and laid out the rules. She was engaged, did not want this guy to be the last man she will ever be with, she wanted some sexual adventures, but there would be no dating, no being seen in public, no lunches, ever. When she text me, I better get there, and now. And no spending the night. I agreed and said thought to my self, why not. Now it did create some situations. Twice I was on a date with someone else, and Dawn sent a text. I bailed. Other times I have to admit I did not go out waiting on her text. But to me, for what she brought to the table it was worth it. The day came where she wanted it to end. So we celebrated, this time she allowed me to spend the night and even cuddle. In the morning we had breakfast and parted ways. I never saw her again.
A friend of mine and I would hit this spot near Wrigleyvillle, we called it a target rich environment, younger women, early to mid 30's, just out for a good time. The hope was to pull one or two away from the pack. Nothing malicious, it was always about mutual fun.
This club had a party each year called Porn on the 4th of July with Ron Jeremy the porn star, or The Hedgehog. Well with it being summer and this guy showing up, the place was packed. Some of the guys were already there, we hit the second floor. Very good sniper vantage point we used to say. I then let the guys know first round was on me, I went to the beer girls, they would always be tall, dressed in next to nothing, standing over tubs of beer. As I bent down, I felt a huge squeeze on my ass, like a handful. I turned around and there were four gorgeous women laughing. Now at this point you may think this is bullshit but this is not. In a situation like this, as a guy, you have to keep your cool and not act too thirsty. I laughed with them. One of the women immediately spoke and said to me, if you can guess you grabbed your ass, you get lucky tonight. They laughed again. Immediately I eliminated her, much to my chagrin. But I guess correctly. I will call her Dawn. We hit it off very good in our chat, the place was loud and we both were drinking. Back in those days I played a game where I would ask for the number and then call it immediately so I knew the number was correct. Dawn thought that was funny. The her Mother Hen came back and she had to leave to hit another club. My thoughts were to call her in a day or two. Went back to my boys. Later in the evening one guy with us was annoyed by a buzzing sound, it was my phone, wtf. And guess who was calling me, Dawn. I went outside and she was home. She cut her evening short. I then get a text. It was her address, she simply replied, do I need to send it again? I hopped in a cab and got there quick. Once there she answered the door to her home wearing a nightgown, nothing else. But she placed her hands on my chest and laid out the rules. She was engaged, did not want this guy to be the last man she will ever be with, she wanted some sexual adventures, but there would be no dating, no being seen in public, no lunches, ever. When she text me, I better get there, and now. And no spending the night. I agreed and said thought to my self, why not. Now it did create some situations. Twice I was on a date with someone else, and Dawn sent a text. I bailed. Other times I have to admit I did not go out waiting on her text. But to me, for what she brought to the table it was worth it. The day came where she wanted it to end. So we celebrated, this time she allowed me to spend the night and even cuddle. In the morning we had breakfast and parted ways. I never saw her again.
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