He wasn't sure what to do about Sandy. In fact, he had put her out of mind for the moment and rushed out the door to the subway, burning in his lust for Cammy. His girlfriend, Sandy, was back early from her expedition in the outback and upon her surprise visit when he wasn't home discovered a good many pieces of lingerie in his sock drawer. Ooops! The note she left caused him some distress and after pondering it he decided truth was best. He dialed her number.
Ring, ring, ring ... "Hello?" it was Sandy. "I guess you figured out I'm back."
Gordy trying to keep his composure "yes, your sweetness. I guess I didn't expect you back for another week yet. About the panties...I can explain."
Silence... (10 seconds)
"Hello?" he continued. "Sandy, I miss you. I'm so glad you're home. Come back. I'll explain."
Shorter pause...
"Those aren't my size and so I know they're not for me. What are you doing with a drawer full of somebody's lingerie?" she sounded a bit agitated.
"That somebody is me. It's for work. I promise. I have the documents and can show you."
She laughed heartily "documents? Really? This is getting hysterical Gordy. That's a genuinely wild story you know? You have a pile of lingerie and now expect me to believe you have documents to prove their authenticity? This isn't a police state. I want to know her name."
"Promise" he said with a sigh. "Just come home, I mean to my place. I'll explain. You'll see."
"Gordy, maybe tomorrow. I'm still with jet lag and headed back to university for the night. I'll try and catch up. No promises."
With a long sigh he put this out of mind for the moment and remembered his commitment as he headed for the subway. McNeils was a high-end place for the elite with electro music and bouncers screening attractive girls with or without decent guys. You could find blow in the rest area if that's your thing, all with no drama-typical upper west side club. Gordy approached the entrance. Bouncer asked for ID and pass. Well, Gordy had ID but no pass. "I was invited." He tried to move past and was pushed back firmly. He gathered his balance and tried again "Cammy invited me." To his surprise the bouncer relaxed his grip.
"Stand over here" Hewie said pointing to the potential railing. "Next."
A few more minutes later and he heard the sweet words "Gordy, dear, come on in!" Cammy invited him with a wave and a smile. He saluted the bouncer sarcastically and entered the den of decadence, or so he thought. "We have a table over there under the yellow square with red triangle? See it?" She pointed. He saw.
"Yes!" he placed his hands on her ass and followed as close as he could being sure not to lose contact as he squeezed and fondled.
Half way across the floor she turned and slapped him with a whisper "Stop that! You're making me horny" she giggled.
He didn't stop. He squeezed harder every step of the way until they reached the table. Cammy sat down on the last seat of the round couch bench and only seat left was next to boss lady so he glided his hip next to Stormy and now they are full on hip to hip. He could feel her every movement. A thought came to mind-"they're dressed to kill somebody". And then another thought-"hopefully not me". Cammy, Stormy, and the other two girls sat together all with bountiful cleavage hanging out, bold makeup, gorgeous club outfits and most likely some stretchy shapeware accenting their curves. "Thanks for inviting me. Looks like a great party" was his icebreaker. Crickets. But, then the music was mesmerizing.
Stormy put her hand on his thigh and he wasn't sure what was going on. "Gordy, we want you to do something for us." She leaned into him affectionately "you can be fun, right?"
He sighed "Does it involve lingerie?" They all laughed. Only Stormy and Cammy knew where that came from.
"Only if you get lucky" was Stormy's retort. "We want you to walk up to the next girl who walks in that door alone and offer to dance with her. You up for it?"
"Sure, you bet!" he said enthusiastically then wanting to capitalize on it "what's in it for me?"
Cammy spoke up. "If that works the next slow dance can be you and me!" she gave him a big smile and slid her ankle slowly up his under the table to his knee.
Shit. This is no-brainer. Win, win. And if not, later win. "Sure!"
Next single girl in the door was gorgeous, tall, long blond hair, understated cleavage, and the most scantily adorned outfit imaginable with sequin dress and many streaming decorations hanging along the seams. Stormy pushed him. "Go, go, go night rider." Gordy was the rising star in Stormy's department. But, except for him, it was an all-female crew. He was letting his male hormones get the better of him at the office and some of the girls thought this had to stop. Stormy had ideas. Stormy and Cammy coordinated other ideas. But, Cammy had even more ideas after that. She was enamored with his brutal, sometimes obnoxious, maleness and he seemed simply too cute to her sometimes to get upset. Maybe she would have his child.
