It's Monday and I sit at the conference table in Lacy's office. It's the same conference table that I had her bent over, fucking her from behind just a few weeks ago. She's running the weekly project meeting, getting updates from the civil, mechanical, and electrical members of the team.
I sit, day dreaming about our lust filled day in her office, and make futile attempts at making eye contact with her, to let her know something. Unsure of what...maybe how bad I want that day to happen again. Then our eyes do meet.
"What?" I ask, sitting up in my chair.
"I need an update on the I&C package for the project," she snaps, glaring at me impatiently.
I collect myself and begin telling the team about all the deficiencies of the control system and what I'm intending to do about them. My position is rather bold, considering I haven't been employed that long by this particular company. But I figure that I hadn't been hired to simply get in line, but to make a difference. Lacy had seen something that made her want me on her project in this capacity.
Most of the people sitting around the table are grizzled old crocks who have become confined in their way of thinking, and have settled into the "but this is the way we've always done things" mentality. So when they begin questioning me about this or that, stuff that they shouldn't be worrying about to begin with, seemingly trying to find ways to question my credibility, I blow up.
"You can put all the best machines, devices and equipment out there you want, but without a good control system, that shit sits out there and does fucking nothing!" I bark at everyone present, creating a slight breach in meeting etiquette by cursing.
After I've made the statement I fold my notebook up, place my pencil on the inside of the neck of my t-shirt, and promptly exit the room talking to myself. Everyone, including Lacy, looks surprised.
I storm back through the hall, back towards my office, and slam the door behind me. I play Green Day on my computer in protest while I work through the details of the new control system. Then I see an email pop up and it's from Lacy. It's another meeting notice. "Oh fuck," I think as I open it up. The only thing it contains is the meeting place and time.
Subject: Team Dinner/Team Building
Where: Lacy's Mountain House Boulder, CO
When: Tomorrow 6pm
I immediately move to hit the decline button because I don't want to spend an evening with that bunch of old crocks who can't think outside of the box, but I pause and give it some thought. I would like to earn the trust of everyone on the project team and declining would not help my cause.
Besides Lacy, there really isn't anyone I'd care to see outside the office. I think back to a past job, a similar function, when freely flowing alcohol prompted me to tell my supervisor what I really thought about his management style. I vowed I wouldn't put myself in that position again, and here I am, considering it.
It would, however, give me an opportunity to see Lacy's house. That interests me. "Mountain House" to an avid outdoors-man just sounds cool. I hit the accept button and email Lacy asking for directions. She replies with the directions, no more, no less. I'm figuring she's pissed because of my slight outburst during the meeting.
The next day, after work, I stop at a store and grab six and a bottle of wine. I'm not sure if this is a drinking event or not, but if not, I'll at least have a hostess gift for Lacy and a couple to help get me past a dinner with the project team.
Most of them I just wouldn't associate with outside of work. Lacy on the other hand, I could socialize and hang out with her all day. I think about her and our day in her office often. Even if we hadn't fucked, or I didn't know that she had a sexual interest in me, she'd still be someone who's company I could enjoy.
I have a couple of beers on my way to her mountain house and when I pull up I see I'm only the second vehicle there, figuring the Jeep was hers. She struck me as a gal that would drive a Jeep. I check the time and see that it's a quarter till six. Shit, I'm just a few minutes early so I contemplate what to do.
I get out of my truck and look around at the place nestled back in the mountain, just under the rim. Her back yard is a rock bar with the house built into the mountain and I can tell the view from the front deck is going to be awesome. I fall in love with the place immediately, wondering why I hadn't been invited to visit before now.
I walk up to the door and knock. Lacy comes to the door dressed casually in a pair of snug fitting blue jeans, showing off her nice round behind. Her blue button up shirt, with the top button undone, reveals just enough cleavage that it won't keep me from cutting my eyes when given the opportunity, but still modest enough for a team dinner. She looks awesome and comfortable.
