Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther "The Root" Casey, it's the late 1970's and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university where he plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies.
Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.
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For his university studies, Lute had a business major and a music minor. And though he wasn't exactly sure what career path he wanted to pursue, he knew it would involve music in some way. And he was hopeful that in addition to being a musician, picking up a business degree would help give him some practical skills for working in the music industry.
Lute was a good student and had been on the Dean's List each of his first three years. And after playing electric bass in a rock and roll band up until his junior year, when he switched to playing stand-up bass with a jazz trio, he'd also continued honing his musical chops.
During the summer before his final year of college, with some help from a well-connected professor, Lute scored a much sought-after paid internship with a big music production company in the city. During his interview they'd made it clear the company was expanding and that successful interns got first consideration for any new openings.
Lute had a couple of college friends who also had summer jobs in the city, so they sublet a house together and got their first real taste of professional work life.
The company Lute worked for put on concerts and shows throughout the Midwest. And to their credit, they threw summer interns into the thick of it all. Lute worked on promotions, marketing, staging, contracts, and pretty much anything that needed a capable staffer's attention. He got to travel around and go backstage to see shows, but it was grueling work with long hours. And he had to deal with lots of big egos and tedious personalities. He was good at the work and enjoyed it, but he missed playing music, which there was little time for with his busy schedule.
Lute's sister lived in the city, so he spent time with her whenever he could. And his old hometown lover, Ellen Heath, also lived there while attending school to get her MBA. So he spent many nights in Ellen's bed, falling asleep with his head atop her luscious 38F tits - his favorite pillows.
One of the company's executives, Roger, had taken a liking to Lute early on when Lute had bailed him out of a tough spot with the overheated manager of a headlining band. So, deciding to groom the young intern, he started inviting him along to some high level business meetings. Lute really appreciated Roger's mentoring, but he also learned Roger wasn't above using him for things other than his brains and work ethic.
One such meeting took place over dinner at a swanky hotel restaurant. It was Roger and Lute from the production company, plus two guys and a lady representing a chain of nightclubs from around the Midwest that were negotiating a contract with Lute's company.
Roger knew the group well from past dealings, and with the contract pretty much in the bag, the dinner meeting was primarily to hash out some last minor details, and to then celebrate their new partnership.
As for Lute's involvement, the reason for Roger's bringing him along became apparent when Lute was seated next to the woman, who, it turns out, was one of the founders of the nightclub consortium.
Her name was Fiona Connor, and she was about fifty, with shoulder length red hair, a lovely freckled face, and a statuesque figure that filled out her fashionable business attire nicely. She was a sultry Irish fox who got up close and personal with Lute over the salad course, and from then on she had him engaged in a far different conversation than the one taking place across the table. And the fact that Luther Casey was a good Irish boy - and had visited his great-grandparents' homeland with his family some years before - only added to their connection.
They talked about music, the city, her summer place on a northern lake, Ireland, and pretty much everything but business. And during one of the times when she grabbed his leg as she laughed, she happened upon the ten-inch python lurking against his thigh. After giving it some probing squeezes to confirm it was as big as she suspected, she looked at Lute with an exaggerated wide-eyed smile.
When their food arrived, Roger gave Lute a wink that confirmed he was doing just the job he had been brought along for: keeping Fiona occupied and happy while Roger and Fiona's two colleagues took care of business.
From past experience, Roger knew Fiona had by far the greatest business acumen of her group, and that she drove the hardest bargains. But at this stage of her successful career, she preferred the company of interesting and attractive younger people, and was glad to leave niggling contract details to her counterparts.
The table's two separate conversations continued throughout dinner and dessert. Keeping one ear tuned to the business discussion while still giving Fiona his full attention, Lute knew the contract was sealed. And he also learned that Fiona's after-dinner plans included him.
Having discovered Lute was a jazz bass player, she insisted he join her at one of their consortium's clubs nearby where a particularly good jazz quartet was playing. It was only a few blocks away and she told Lute she'd love the walk and the company.
When the bill had been paid and the three gentleman headed off to the hotel bar, Fiona and Lute walked off arm-in-arm into the warm city night. It was a Thursday, and the action at the nearby clubs was starting to pick up as the couple walked and continued the animated conversation they'd begun over dinner.
Lute might have been miffed with Roger for setting him up as the company's boy toy, but Fiona was an absolute babe. As well as being a funny, smart, and decidedly randy lady, so Lute was definitely not being held hostage.
Once they reached the club, Fiona greeted the bouncer with a kiss as they headed in, with Fiona getting smiles and VIP treatment all along the way.
Seated at her preferred table to the side and rear, the quartet was in the midst of their first set when the couple arrived. The quartet's music was just as good as Fiona had promised. With bass, drums, piano and tenor sax, the group spun through a range of tunes, from originals to classic jazz to be bop, all with their own unique sound. Lute loved it, which made Fiona very happy.
They stayed until the end of the band's second set, and on their way out Fiona made sure to introduce Lute to the musicians, billing him as a talented bass player who'd be joining them on the local scene once he finished up school downstate.
When they got outside and Lute was about to pose the "So, is this goodnight?" question, Fiona said, "You know, Luther, I asked Roger to bring you to dinner tonight."
