Ah, vodka martini. Yes I know technically you don't make martinis with Vodka, but I'm not one to split hairs over minor details. And when your martini is made out of a special brand that costs nearly $500 a bottle and you have to have it imported special from Ukraine, it's just that much better.
As I sit here at the bar with the Countess on my arm (real name is Iryna, but I always call her the Countess because she technically is one) enjoying my martini I just have to smile at how well life is turning out for me.
But you didn't come here to hear me bask in my own glory; you want to know what I did next with Jessica and her mom Astrid.
I do love that story as it leads to a very entertaining situation that is actually still in existence today. The organization known as "The G Ring" and my own set of superspies.
WTF?
That is exactly what is going through your mind right now, so let me explain a bit. The organization does actually exist, but only in the minds of about thirty women. It actually does spy on people and organizations, the people being other gamblers and the organizations being casinos, tracks and bookie joints.
If you were to actually get one of the "agents" to talk (they won't though) they would tell you they are part of a shadowy organization bent on world conquest, and they were an "elite" agent who had been assigned to spy on what or whomever. Or move money around, or pass information.
This was the result of my flight over with Astrid and Jessica. It started simply enough with one flight attendant but I honestly had such a fun time with the whole thing I kept it going. Now "The G Ring" answers to Diana my chief of security who sends my girls out on missions. They all actually have real day jobs, all of which involve a lot of travel (marketing execs, flight attendants, that kind of thing, but also included a pilot and a ship captain for private yachts). Some of them are even married. But they are MY secret agents, and they don't even know it usually.
Now that you are completely confused let me tell the story. The morning after I had enthralled Astrid, Jessica and I were drinking coffee while Astrid stood by like a nice servant in case we needed something. I had just realized that we needed a way to get the cash ($700K worth in US dollars) to Switzerland. I couldn't just carry it as I would have to declare it and since I'm still underage for gambling that would lead to all kinds of problems with the law and the IRS.
Jessica came up with getting a "mule". A mule is basically a human smuggler who carries drugs or money across borders for someone else, usually criminals. Jessica figured we could hit up someone in airport lounge, bet them and instant mule.
I was a bit hesitant over that. If I didn't win, the person could go to the cops or report us to customs and I didn't want to take that chance.
We were debating who would make a possible sure candidate when Astrid spoke up. "Sir, how about a flight attendant?"
I blinked at that. Flight Attendants on premier airlines got some pretty easy treatment and could easily get through security. Especially if they had the money concealed. Our money was in hundred dollar bills so the actual amount to move was not that large. I was thinking two would work better than one, but an attendant would be able to get the whole wad without too much trouble.
"That's not a bad idea. You have made our reservations already?"
"No Sir. I hadn't gotten to it yet as you told me to bring you coffee. If I may suggest something, I happen to know a flight attendant on British Airways who is in NYC right now. She leaves tomorrow on a flight to London. She is young and attractive and I befriended her a while back. She is a nice pretty face that I can bring along to parties and in exchange she has helped me arrange last minute tickets when I have needed them. I actually know several attendants, but she is here on ground."
I thought for a moment. "Would she do this without a bet? As a favor?"
Astrid shook her head no. "I don't think so. She doesn't do any drugs and drinks very little. She likes the parties, but I have noted that she doesn't hook up all that often. I think she is trying to find someone perfect and hook them. So she is steering pretty straight."
I nodded. Of course a Gold Digger like Astrid would find another Gold Digger. "What's her name?"
"Lily."
Astrid pulled up her phone and showed me a MyFace post from about a month before with Astrid and a couple of young hotties. Lily was a really nice looking Asian girl with a really shapely figure, black hair, and a nice bust (I figured about a 36 DD cup) with some nice dark eyes. Astrid pointed out that she had her chest done in order to look nicer and she was one of the first class attendants.
"She is British, but her parents were from Hong Kong, so she is 100% Chinese. She speaks several languages and she is pretty sharp."
I decided that she would work. I had Astrid call her for an afternoon tea so she could meet her daughter and her boyfriend and then had Astrid book us three first class tickets on Lily's flight. Then I had Jessica work on her strut and her moves while we waited. I had to actually leave the room as Astrid was a great teacher and I was getting turned on something fierce. I didn't want to interrupt the first class instruction Jessica was getting.
About two in the afternoon, Lily showed up. She was dressed in a nice tight form fitting sun dress with some very expensive sunglasses and her hair was straight and down her back to about should length. She and Astrid hugged like old friends and then we were introduced. We sat down to some small talk and tea and after a bit we got to the set up.
Astrid had an invite to a big party in London. Lots of high rollers and jet setters, and some royalty even. Astrid was already not going because we had a meeting with the banker, but Lily had heard about it and was dropping hints to Astrid about getting an invite. Astrid was non-committal and she headed out to get some more tea after several obvious hints from Lily.
Lily was looking pretty frustrated and I said "You really want to go to that party huh?"
"Yes, but it looks like I won't be going. When Astrid is like this it means she can't get me in, but just doesn't want to rub my face in it."
"Maybe I can get you in."
Lily snickered at that. "I doubt it. I know Astrid, and that is the "no way" being put out politely."
"Wanna bet? I bet I can get you an invite to that party. If I'm wrong, I'll give you $10000 for your own private shopping spree in London to make up for it. If I'm right you will do me a big favor. Deal?"
Lily didn't waste time thinking. If she got in, she was in prime hunting grounds for gold diggers, if she didn't she got a shopping spree. I could tell she was already thinking the "favor" would be sexual as she gave me an appraising look, and even one to Jessica (I guess she was trying to figure out if it was going to be a three-some). Astrid came back in and sat down. We sipped tea a bit more and then I said "Hey Astrid, you know that we have that important meeting in Zurich in two days. This party won't fit in the schedule."
