I was sitting at a table in the bar of one of my favorite hotels, nursing a scotch, and finishing the paperwork on my latest audit. That's what I did now, travelling auditor. The job sucked. I used to work in financial services firm with a nice house in the suburbs and a pretty wife. That all went away, including the wife, during the financial crisis. After months of unemployment, I finally found this job. My wife hated how much I traveled and then began hating me. So, after the divorce, I ended up with a series of nice hotels like this, in nice neighborhoods, where it's safe to travel while black. The hotels also have nice gyms allowing me to keep in shape.
Jennifer walked in as I was contemplating a third scotch or going to bed. Of course, I didn't know her name then. I have seen similar women, walk into similar hotel bars in similar outfits. Usually, a divorced or married woman from out of town looking for a fling. But Jennifer looked different. She was young, very pale, long light brown hair with longer legs. She had on six-inch heels with a sort of grey dress, and she could have looked like a knockout, but it was all wrong. First, she could barely walk in the heels. Second, the push-up bra and panties were destroying the lines of her dress.
I signaled the bartender that I wanted to buy her a drink. When he served her, I saw him motion over to me and I knew he was telling her that she should say hello.
Jennifer sat down in my booth and introduced herself. I could see this wasn't her first drink of the evening or maybe she had some chemical help. I could also see she was nervous as hell. Eventually she told me that she and her husband had planned this date night, but her husband was running late. I asked what the game was and the embarrassed look on her face was priceless. She explained that she was supposed to be a prostitute and her husband was going to engage her services. I told her my ex and I used to play similar games to keep the romance young.
On her second drink, Jennifer began talking about her hopes for the evening. She really hoped the dress would light a fire in her husband. I asked if I could give some advice and she gave me a nod.
I told her, "The dress would look absolutely stunning on you but the push up bra and panty lines are messing up the look."
The look of disappointment on her face made me regret my statements but I said, "Look, you still have time, go into the lady's room and take them off. Jennifer's face lit up and she scurried off leaving her cell phone on the table. While she was gone, I saw a text from her husband saying maybe another hour.
