Chapter 4, In which I get the girl -- and the guy
If I got a signature to match the verbal commitment I'd just obtained, the commission alone would more than double my total compensation for the past two years combined -- and it would do great things for my standing in the bonus pool.
It didn't, however, change the fact I was totally wasted, mostly naked, and leaking semen from every part of my body. That didn't bother me, although part of me wondered if it should. The problem was that it was late at night, I was sitting in the nearly empty parking lot behind the Bad Hoss, and I couldn't remember what my rental car looked like or where I'd put my keys.
After a few minutes of thought, I remembered I'd left the car at the hotel precisely to avoid having to drive drunk. I tried a few times to button my skimpy vest, and gave up on it. I switched tracks and struggled to my feet so I could tug my denim miniskirt down over my ass.
My original plan had been to use a little of my girlfriend Stacey's magic to coerce my prospects into giving me their business, but I hadn't factored in fucking them all silly. I giggled drunkly, thinking it was pretty weird for a self-professed maybe-lesbian to have done all that. The thought I was a flip-flopper made me laugh harder, endangering my balance.
I looked up, wondering where I would find a cab, when I realized somebody was watching me.
It was Jenny, our waitress. She reminded me superficially of Stacey, although the all-black outfit seemed more a work uniform thing rather than personal choice. My impression was that she didn't have a very high opinion of me, and I was surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
Jenny hugged herself, reminding me it how late it was. "I don't know. Y'all got me fired tonight," she bitterly added. "But I guess I've got a soft spot in my heart. Besides, you never took back your credit card, and I'm no thief." She held it out to me.
I accepted it, sliding it into the vest next to my license, and thought a car would be more useful.
"Can I drop you off somewhere?" she asked, sounding a little reluctant.
Belatedly, I remembered swallowing one of her hairs in the bathroom about a million years ago. Stacey claimed doing that, with some special lip gloss, let her influence people. I'd been able to make Jenny show me her panties, but it hadn't worked so well with my "business associates."
"I'm at the Holiday Inn off the business loop," I told her. "I'd appreciate the ride. But can we visit the restroom first?"
Jenny shook her head, making the ponytail dance beneath her western hat. "I think we're persona non gratis," she replied, mangling the Latin. I thought her accent sounded cute. "Can you wait? The hotel's only about 10 minutes up the road."
We trudged across the parking lot to a Chevy parked near the back corner. By the time we reached it, I knew I wasn't going to make it to the hotel. "Hold on, Jenny. This'll just take a minute."
I hiked up my skirt and spread my feet a bit, and unleashed a torrent of piss onto the asphalt. I didn't feel bad about peeing in front of Jenny, since I'd already done far worse than night, and she watched me calmly as if drunken sluts relieved themselves in front of her all the time -- for all I knew, they did.
Actually, it was a little exciting exposing myself to her. Yeah, I'd probably done every man in the county, but I wanted a woman's body, too. I'd been eating Stacey every day since we'd met, and I was missing the taste of her sweet nectar. Semen was good, but it wasn't the same.
I smoothed down my skirt and we climbed into the car. A graduation tassel hung from the rear view mirror, and a faint feminine scent reached my twitching nose. Jenny removed her hat and tossed it into the back seat, then looked over at me. "Do you mind taking off your hat? I don't like to advertise, you know. Men think they can take advantage."
"I totally understand," I said, removing my hat too. I didn't even remember getting it, so she could keep it for all I cared.
We both noticed about the same time that my breasts were completely exposed. "I think I'm too drunk to fasten the buttons," I apologetically explained when she looked at me.
Jenny sighed and then leaned over and pulled on the vest until it was straight enough that she had a prayer of buttoning it. The most obvious result of this was that my nipples hardened, eager for her attention.
"You can touch them, if you like," I offered.
"I do not," she snapped shortly, roughly tugging on the vest so she could fasten just enough buttons to be decent. She managed to do it without any physical contact with me, unfortunately.
The drive passed in uncomfortable silence, but it was as short as she'd promised. "Here you are, Ms. Richwell," Stacey said, after pulling into a loading space near the door. I wondered how she knew my name, and then guessed she'd remembered it from the credit card.
"Oh, call me Linnea, please," I said. "Ms. Richwell sounds so formal."
She shrugged. "Linnea. You've got your room key, right?"
I did, happily. "Will you come up with me?" I asked, very much wanting her to, as I climbed out of the car.
"No, I should be getting home," Jenny replied, but she got out too and locked the doors.
The lobby was locked for the evening, and I dropped the keycard trying to run it through the reader. Jenny fetched it and opened the door for me. The night clerk looked at us closely, but went back to his reading after Jenny waved the card at him.
I stared at her in the elevator, remembering the glimpse of her thighs I'd gotten earlier, and wanting more. I edged closer to her, inviting a touch or a kiss, but got nothing. We walked down the hall to the room and I stepped aside so Jenny could open the door.
"Okay, you're all set, Linnea," she told me, holding out the keycard.
"Just come in!" I snapped, feeling frustrated, and tried to kiss her when she did.
She stiff-armed me away, looking surprised, and shrieked, "What are you
doing
?" but fled into the room instead of back to the hallway.
I locked the door and followed her into the suite, feeling hot and bothered. I'd thought I wanted to sleep, but now I realized I wanted Jenny. Sexual tension was building inside my body, and for some reason I was unable to just touch myself. I needed to have my tongue inside her. She'd be my first woman except for Stacey.
