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Red Tempest
Chapter One
During our high school years I dated a girl by the name of Debbie. We dated on again, off again through out high school. We seemed serious, but that flame of true love never seemed to ignite. After graduation we went to different colleges, and sort of lost track of each other.
After college we met at a party, and started to date again. Within a year we got married. She had a degree in finance and mine was in accounting. We both got good jobs with the same major bank in Detroit. We had two children a boy and a girl and things seemed to be going very well for us.
Debbie and I both worked for the same bank, but in different departments. She ended up getting a rather large promotion and a job transfer to Orlando Florida. They had no position there for me, so I ended up resigning. I figured that I could find a job once we were in Orlando.
Oh how wrong I was. After about a year there, the housing market crashed, she had an affair with her boss the bank president. We got a divorce and I lost out on everything. I sold what little that I had and left Florida to head west.
I ended up in Las Vegas, working in a casino accounting department of a major hotel. I wasn't making millions, but it paid the bills. I had a small two bedroom apartment, a couple miles from the strip. I worked a twelve hour shift from 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., for three days.
Then had three days off and worked the twelve hour shift from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. and then another three days off. God how I just hated the night shift. It played havoc with my sleeping hours.
Let me tell you a little about me. I am twenty-nine years old, five feet, nine inches tall, and I weigh185 pounds. I have darkish blonde hair, with gray eyes. I keep myself fit and trim by working out at the hotel, on my three days off. I can use the hotel's exercise room and pool, as long as it does not interfere with the hotel guests.
I had worked there for a year. I dated some what, but nothing serious. I would just take them out for dinner and a fuck. I never dated the same girl twice.
I still have not gotten over the ass fucking I took from the divorce. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
After working the day shift, I would usually stop at the same bar in the hotel's casino and have a drink. I would chat with the female bartender for a while, as I wound down from the days work session. She has bleach blonde hair, but she is very friendly. The casino frowns on employees having relationships with other employees., so we just kept it casual.
One day while I am having my customary after work drink, a gorgeous blonde sits down next to me and ordered a drink. Her perfume is very intoxicating. I smiled and nodded to her, but somehow I'm tongue tied and did not say much. I finished my drink, said good bye to the bartender and left. The next couple of days, I would be just finishing up my drink and this same blonde would show up and order the same drink. I never spoke to her, just nodded an acknowledgment.
I am off three days and then three days on the night shift. Then I am off for three more days, before I started my day shift. I stopped by the bar for my usual drink and chatted with the bartender.
"Hey has that blonde with the great smelling perfume, been around in the last week or so," I asked.
She shook her head, "I have not seen her in here since you last were here," she said.
Oh well I thought to myself, she is probably not met for me anyway. I finished my drink and went home. The routine stayed the same for the next few months. I had a tough week coming up. I am filling for a guy who is going on vacation. It would be five straight days of the twelve hour day shift, before I would get some time off.
It's the last day of the shift and I had three days off coming up next. I sat down for my evening drink, before going home. Sniff sniff, I smelled that intoxicating perfume. She sits down in the stool next to me and smile at me. I thought to myself that this has got to be fate.
"Hi my name is Frank," I said.
"Mine name is CJ," she said with a dazzling smile.
"CJ hmm what does CJ stand for," I asked
"Crystal Jane," she chirped back quickly.
We did some bar chatter back and forth, half ass telling each other part of our life story. I finished up my drink and was ready to head out.
"Can I buy you another drink," she asked me again flashing that sexy smile.
"No thanks I just got done with a twelve hour shift for the fifth day in a row and I am kind of beat," I replied.
"Oh ok," she said in a disappointed voice.
I noticed her reaction to me turning down her drink offer. I am hungry and figured what the hell I would ask her to dinner. "I am starved; we could stop at the hotel restaurant and have some dinner, if you would like to join me," I asked her.
"I love to," she said as her face lite up in delight.
We had a nice meal in the hotel restaurant. She had a Cajun chicken salad and I had a chicken salad wrap with fries. We both had a couple of glasses of wine with our meal.
"If you would like, we could go back to my apartment and watch a movie on TV," I asked her.