Bernie's Big Day
While my wife was off having her adventures at the rodeo, I was entertaining my business guest, Bernard Gui, another day. I had gotten up early this Saturday - easy for me as I had not gotten particularly drunk and the energy I get from being an incubus does wonders for preventing hangovers. "Little" Hector – all 6 foot 3 inches of him – was home from college and helping his mother by preparing a simple breakfast for us. His mother made wonderful breakfast rolls from an old Mexican recipe and I was nibbling one and sipping coffee when a bleary eyed Bernard came down. He flopped into a chair and Hector placed coffee and rolls in front of him.
I put down my Wall Street Journal Weekend.
"Well you look like 10 miles of bad road. Party some last night?"
"Let's just say your staff really knows how to treat a guest." Bernie smiled in a "nudge-nudge say no more" fashion.
We exchanged a few pleasantries and discussed what was on tap for the day. One of my staff members, Tee, is a great skier and would be giving Bernie lessons today. He was only an occasional skier who stuck to the green and blue slopes, though he fancied himself an expert. By Texas standards he might be, but here in the mountains you learn humility. There is always someone who can do a ski line that you think of as suicidal. I did not want Bernie anywhere near the double black diamonds I would do this day. It would kill him. Nevertheless, I let him brag as we planned getting him rental equipment and meeting up with Tee.
"Business before pleasure though, Bernie. My staff has been looking forward to celebrating our contract. They have quite a party planned for when you sign. Should I tell them to plan it for tonight?"
"As good as last night?" Bernie asked with a wild glint in his eyes,
"By our standards, last night was not a party. It was a casual social occasion."
"Not that this party influences my decision" Bernie lied, "but I have reviewed the contract and we are ready to sign it."
"CHA-CHING!!!!" I thought.
"Well that is wonderful news." I turned to the kitchen and continued. "Hey Hector! Can you bring me the folder from my desk with Mr. Gui's name on it?"
"Si Jeffe" came his response.
Hector placed the folder in front of me and I handed the contract and the pen to Bernie. He signed it while giving Hector's back a dirty look as he left the room.
"He's Mexican?" Bernie asked.
I quickly placed the signed contract into its folder, wanting to seal the deal.
"I'll have Hector leave a copy of this in your room. Yeah, he's was born in Mexico. He has a green card and is studying physics at MIT. He's home for a school break. I'll tell ya, the kids a genius. His mom does a great job taking care of the house and his Dad is a natural when it comes to taking care of a ranch and horses."
"Well so long as they work... I just think Mexican are not good for American culture that's all."
My thoughts went wild.
"This would have been the guy to put up the signs my own ancestors - who had immigrated to Boston from County Cork – would find "Help Wanted NINA". NINA stands for No Irish Need Apply!"
"Second, I can remember when people thought that any Italian American was a member of the mob and Bernie, my friend, you are Italian American. In La Costa Nostra too?"
"Third you live in Texas for Christ sakes! You were once part of Mexico!"
I hid the thoughts and put on a bland smile. "They work hard and deserve a good life. But let's not spoil the fun for today. Tee is waiting for us at the slopes."
"You fucking racist pig" I thought but left unsaid.
I left instructions to call one of the better chefs in the resort area to cook for us and to have the ladies wear their special party outfits this evening. We got to the slopes and Tee met us at the equipment rental counter.
Most people, myself included, look awful in ski pants. I always think we look like we have a diaper with a full load underneath. Tee however, looks fantastic. Her firm butt fills the pants perfectly and a man just longs to ski behind her, just to watch her butt sway. Usually, however, we cannot keep up. Tee waxes all but the most accomplished skiers, male or female. Her shoulder length blonde hair was done in a French braid for skiing and she had taken off her outer layers while indoors, so her firm breasts were shown off by a tight ski turtle neck.
"Ok, follow me." Tee said after we exchanged introductions.
"I'd follow that ass anywhere." Bernie quipped.
Tee flashed me a "what are you sticking me with here?" look.
While Bernie was trying on ski boots, she said. "So what's up with this guy? He seems like a Texas asshole. If he pulled that line in a bar I'd pour my beer over his head."
I made sure to touch Tee and communicate "cock tease him" through my pheromones.
"Well, he is a Texas asshole." I said as I watched Tee's eyes glaze. We don't think much of Texans in the mountains.
I continued, "But he is a Texas asshole who just signed a huge deal and everyone involved will get a good bonus, so it'll be worth your while"
Tee smiled. "Good thing I like working for you. The bonus and the parties are good."
"Well we'll have one tonight so don't wear him out." I said.
After Bernie had rented his equipment and I paid for it, we had a brief moment alone. Bernie looked like a kid in a candy store as Tee walked into the ladies room to obey skiing's rule one: never pass up a chance to pee.
"Will she be at the party tonight?" Bernie asked.
"Yup, along with Jayne, Natsumi and Christine, who you have not met, and Collette will take care of serving us."
"Where do you find these fucking hot women?" he asked. "I love blondes and I love these hot Chinese chicks you find."
The fact that Natsumi is Japanese and Christine Vietnamese I let slide.
"I interview all the qualified candidates and hire the best looking woman." I said, truthfully. "It is pretty easy up here as everyone comes here for the outdoors and stays in shape."
Tee gathered up Bernie who again made comments about skiing behind Tee's ass. The pheromones were working, however so Tee just laughed.
As they walked away I felt something stir in me.... A hunger. I wanted Tee. She "tasted" different then my wife when I touched her, like the difference between a good steak and a good pizza. Both are good in their own way. I brushed it off as just a normal guy thing with a good looking woman and headed for the slopes.
I met Tee and Bernie at one of the better restaurants on slope for a later lunch. It was very sunny, so we ate outside, lest my pheromones disrupt other dinners. I had my favorite waiter, male, of course, but that did not stop me from feeling the same hunger for Tee I felt earlier. What was even stranger is that I felt hunger for a number of women I could "taste" - the only word I could use to describe it. Tee was like a great steak. A waitress walked past – tasting of chocolate covered cherries to me. A blonde at the table next to me was apple pie while her red headed friend was a mellow single barrel bourbon. I was distracted and had a hard time following the conversation. Not that the conversation was anything profound as Bernie was on his third bloody mary and Tee was under the full bore influence of my pheromones. It was mostly a slurred
"You have the fucking nicest tits."
"Why thank you! You say the nicest things."
Like I said, hardly profound.
I called Tee aside as we got up to leave.
"Listen, keep him to the bunny slopes this afternoon. It would not do to have one of our biggest customers fuck up his knees."
