Killing time and not in the mood for a funny story today. Actually I'm sitting in a hotel bar, just got text the lovely lady I'll be spending the evening with is 15 minutes out. We've met before so don't have the butterflies ya feel on a first "date", now it's just anticipation. Well pure unadulterated lust is probally a better description. But as I'm trying to write a serious monologue for once trying to be at least a bit classy. From where I sit I'll be able to see her as she crossed the parking lot, get to watch the salesmen and buisness travelers gawk as she makes her way to the lobby. If I'm lucky maybe I'll ge to see some guys wife give him the "look" all of us married fellas know to well. She'll come across the bar like something from every guys teenage dreams straight to my table, I'll be the envy of every man in this place. Hopefully she's wearing my favorite dress from last time, what a sight. For one night an average fella gets to be a high roller, life is good!! Well gentle readers thank you for indulging me for a few moments, from my watch I see time is short and I sure don't want to miss the show.

I love it.. that feeling, that thrill right there, is why I love my job. As exciting it is for you to be the man who gets that beautiful, head-turning sexiest-woman-in-the-world, can you imagine how hot it is to BE that woman, even if just for a night?  

Don't get me wrong, I don't go around everyday thinking I'm a troll.. But there's something about stepping out of my car with a short short skirt and no panties, demurely crossing my legs so as not to flash anyone, but to give the impression that there's plenty good to see; clacking across the lobby in my highest heels, which always give my hips an extra swivel and give my runner's calves and muscle-y thighs a lovely feminine lift; smiling sweetly at gentlemen and their sometimes disgruntled wives knowing they're both watching your hot ass as you make your way through the crowd, leaving a light trail of sweet perfume in your wake.. All of this with a purse full of condoms, lube, dildos, blindfolds, your second cell phone, and sometimes a wad of cash..

It's so elicit, so goddamn sensual. I'm usually wet with anticipation by the time I walk out the door after primping and beautifying for an hour. And at my day job.. (I'm a PhD student in a molecular biology lab), I think about what I did last night or what I'm doing later. That rich dichotomy, it gets me every time.

Can you tell I don't have a booking tonight? All's well though, everyone needs a night off. But analyzing data isn't nearly as exciting sometimes..  

Sorry I ran away with your post, Case. Enjoy your evening. I'm sure she will too.

Damn that was hot. You need to come down to charlotte

Thanks for carrying the theme on, dang that was hot!!!

My pleasure!

No worries, Drew.. I'm sure our paths will cross again.. I have an obligation to get you off that hard cider, remember?

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