It was a gloomy day at the start as I woke up in my empty over sized bed. My girlfriend had left three weeks before and I still felt cold and lonely. The last two months of our relationship seemed ridiculous. We had a big argument over the direction we were going. I started the fray of course as I was frustrated beyond seeing straight. She said I had commitment issues and she wanted more. Commitment issues my ass I thought, we had dated for about a year and lived together for less than five months of that time, since New Years anyway. More of what I kept wondering, she never said. She turned somewhat frosty in the sex department after two months, just after Valentines Day to be exact. Maybe she was thinking I would propose, I don't know. We went from daily sexual activity to maybe a tryst on the weekend if I was lucky afterward. I heard a rumor from one of our associated friends that she had been sleeping with her married boss for some time and possibly his wife was involved in the affair also. That made it pretty clear to me that I wasn't the problem and neither was my commitment issues.
After a nice hot shower, I was standing in front of the mirror getting ready to shave. "Ricky, my boy, today is gonna be different." I said aloud dismissing the funk that had settled into my nature. Today is my birthday, twenty-nine to be exact, and a party at the bar was on tap this evening. First, I had to get through another hectic day at work.
Blue jeans, white button up shirt and black sport coat with blue pinstripes. I was glad it was a casual Friday to go along with things with nothing really on tap for the day. Being a Project Manager for a R&D team can be hectic if there are deadlines to meet. All I needed to do was make sure everything was on schedule today and set up next weeks meetings.
I was happy with my two bedroom third floor condo I called home. I scrimped and saved for two years before I had enough money to purchase it outright. The maintenance fees per month was more than the efficiency apartment I was renting at one time. We had a doorman on duty around the clock that provided security. The manager, Erica, was on duty from 10 AM til 7 PM during the week. I think she tried to make a pass at me last week but I wasn't all that sure. She is close to my age, single and a good looking blonde. Just something about her turns me off however, most blondes do as they think men love their ditzy scatter brained notions. Call it stereotyping or whatever the politically correct term is these days, I just don't care for someone acting stupid because it is perceived as provocative especially when you know they are not.
Normally I drive to work, today I had George call me a taxi. George is the regular weekday doorman and provides entrance security. I didn't want to drink and drive or come home after work to go back out. The drive was an uninteresting waste of twenty minutes. That matched with what happened the rest of the day as well, I could have stayed home and accomplished just as much. Just a few minor things came up during the day that was easy to take care of. The girls had gotten me a birthday cake and had a little celebration after lunch with the department. Not sure why, as we were all going to the bar after work, adding in significant others as well. I didn't have a secretary or personal assistant per se, it was one of the things the company liked about me. Kathy was the call center rep and I used her if I needed help in that regard. She was always happy to accomplish those tasks albeit seldom as her job was rather mundane and boring.
We went to a very upscale sports bar with a pool hall in back. Everybody likes this place because of the eye candy. The waiters wear black spandex shorts with a button up zebra striped silk jersey, the waitresses wear a mini skirt over the shorts, most of the time without the shorts, with the silk jersey, most generally as tight as possible and unbuttoned for obvious reasons. You can easily tell when either sex is turned on, which happens to be most of the time. Women like to come to the bar as they always get a free feel of some willing hard dick on the side. Us guys always had to be cautious as there was a no touching rule for the waitresses. Though the willing ones had their way around the rule and always made it subtly clear their intentions. New waitresses were the worst for a couple weeks, wearing the spandex shorts under their skirt until they learned tip finesse from their elders. Comes close to a strip bar without the direct nudity to put it mildly.
After eating, birthday cake once again, three or four rounds of drinks most of us broke up to go home. We had a waiter to the delight of the girls if your wondering. That didn't mean I didn't get a visit from my favorite waitress that came close to giving me a birthday lap dance. She did leave a wet spot on my jeans and it wasn't from a spilled drink. I think she took her panties off for my treat, if she wore any at all. Six of us decided to go play a couple games of championship partner eight ball. Kathy decided she was going to be my partner as she was flying solo, normal for her. I never understood her at all. She was smart, funny and dressed rather sexy all the time but never had a steady anything. The way she was dressed, short skirt, heels and a filmy top that showed off her molded black shelf bra, told me she wasn't planning on going home alone and I was the prey. She knew I was on the market and figured she would make a play. Initially I was was going to pounce on her but that changed in the end. She kept subtly touching me with her hands and grazing her tits against me every chance she got. I was actually getting turned on by her actions and was allowing her to sit in my lap to start and my hard cock loved the idea. It may have worked but she kept blowing it on the table and the shots added up quick for her in our pool drinking game.
I ended up pouring her into a taxi to take her home about an hour and a half later. Not before she gave me several peeks of her nearly bare ass with that white pearl thong she was wearing when leaning over the pool table. She kept looking back making sure I was watching with a very catty smile. Yeah, my cock took notice and it didn't help my pool game much either. She was so turned on she was leaking down her legs and leaving her wetness behind on the bar stool she was sitting on between shots. She was wanting to sit on my lap which I allowed at first but I made sure she couldn't when she started acting silly. I might have taken her home to sleep it off, but I thought it might get embarrassing in the morning. Besides, sleeping with a coworker can become quite a problem in my position and something I really didn't want to deal with.
Another night wasted and going home alone again as I waited outside the bar for another taxi. I put Kathy in the last one that arrived and sent her home. She could barely walk or talk by that time being very inebriated. She wasn't a happy camper because I wouldn't go with her, she begged even, rather disgustingly I might add. She slurred something like, take me home and fuck the shit out of me right before she heaved all over the sidewalk. Normally I would have made sure she got home safely and took care of her til morning like I always do. It was my birthday and decided I didn't want to play grown up baby sitter.
As I was waiting I heard someone scream and something hit a dumpster. I ran over to the alley where I heard the noise to investigate. Two guys saw me coming and ran down the alley, one carried a baseball bat but I had only seen them mostly from behind. A woman laid crumpled against the dumpster clutching her purse. I called 911 immediately from my cell phone. A mute cry for help as she pleadingly looked up at me with tears running down her cheeks. She grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go when I went over to see if I could help. Our eyes met and an unexplainable dazing shock went through me.
The cops and paramedics arrived in about five minutes. They couldn't get her to let go of me either as her left hand had a death grip on me as well as her purse strap. I told the cops what I knew which wasn't much. The paramedics checked her out, may have some broken ribs, a broken right forearm and possibly a concussion from hitting her head on the dumpster. They put an ABP out for two guys in jeans, white sneakers, black hoodies, and one carrying a baseball bat as that was all I saw. I wasn't all that sober but this seemed to have a very sobering effect on me immediately.
She didn't relinquish my hand or the purse until we got in the ambulance and on our way to the hospital. The paramedics had a hard time getting her on the gurney with her strongly attached to me. They wanted to give her a shot but they were warned not to in her condition. She would only give the purse to me and smile before she suddenly passed out. What was I suppose to do? I didn't have much choice at the moment as we were off to the hospital with the sirens wailing away. Of course they asked me all kinds of questions at the hospital, they acted like I was her boyfriend or something even though they were told otherwise. I quickly checked her purse, it contained about two hundred dollars in cash, some odds and ends that women carry but no ID of any kind.
