Gordon Fields sipped his Scotch and leaned back in his comfortable chair. Despite his occupation, he wasn't a "tough guy" or a "man of the streets". He had grown up in a nice home and he enjoyed the finer things in life. Now that he was off for a while, he had time to enjoy those things. He could indulge in good food and a fine Cuban cigar. He could have a drink or two and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without the concern of how it would affect his performance.
Gordon wasn't a "bar person", he was surrounded by crowds most of the time, so when he had down time, he chose to spend it in an environment slightly more conducive to his own pleasure. He enjoyed "Chances", it was a cocktail lounge he had frequented many times in the past. Gordon liked everything about the place. The prices were reasonable, the servers were attractive, the food and drink was good and the music was never blaring. It was a good place to go when he wanted a couple of drinks, a good steak and some attractive companionship. It wasn't a noisy bar with men and women on the prowl. It was the kind of place an attractive and intelligent woman might go after work for a drink or to socialize with friends. The lounge was not a pickup joint, Gordon didn't like being in a meat-market environment. He enjoyed a certain type of woman and you just didn't find those women hanging around in bars.
Not that he couldn't have fared well in an establishment such as that. With his 6'4", muscular frame and sizable income, he would likely have been able to line up any woman he chose and succeed in getting her into bed. Gordon had an intense, brooding look that drew women in and a rich, baritone voice. He had once given serious thought to becoming a broadcaster, like his late father and then he was lured away to the career he now enjoyed. Gordon had his eye on the prize and his manager said it was within his reach. He wanted to be the Heavyweight Champion of the World and then he could make life better for all of his family and friends. His father had made some mistakes along the way and Gordon's mother, not yet 56, relied on his assistance. He was only too happy to provide it because his family had always stood by him. His late father, his mom and his sister Penny were his most strident supporters.
He downed the remainder of his Scotch and contemplated having another. Deciding it could wait, he thought about calling his mother and sister, but it was late. His plane had been delayed by several hours, so he hadn't arrived when expected. He would call them tomorrow and take them out for dinner and drinks. Gordon felt pangs of regret that he hadn't seen them in nearly 18 months, although he had kept in touch. The life of a prizefighter was a life spent on the road and in training. When Gordon was preparing for a fight, he focused solely on that. After solidly defeating his last opponent, he didn't have any bouts for several months. Ben, his manager, could see that he needed some down time and had insisted that he go home and be with his family. "You're only 28 Gord, you have plenty of time to win the title," Ben had insisted. "Go home, see your family, have some fun, get laid."
Gordon had laughed and promised the older man that he would do all of those things. Ben had been his manager and promoter since the beginning and was like a second father to him. Since his real father was no longer around, Gordon made sure to reward Ben's continued loyalty. He had paid for several lavish vacations for Ben and his wife and family. The two men always performed better when both had some down time.
When in training, Gordon abstained from all of his vices. He wasn't training now. He hadn't been in a relationship in a while, so his sex life had been a bit lax, to say the least. Despite that, he wasn't going to settle. Whoever it was who was going to be his next sex partner, she would have to possess the "wow factor". She would have to be the kind of girl that stood out in a crowd. Gordon looked around for a server and when he didn't see one close by, he went to the bar himself to order another drink. That's when a tiny piece of serendipity bopped him on the head.
There was a woman seated at the expensive brass bar and she seemed to be engaged in deep conversation with the attractive female bartender. To Gordon's eye, it even appeared as if they might be flirting. Several of the male customers in the lounge kept looking their way although the women were not looking back. The bar patron was
exactly
the type of woman Gordon had been thinking of. She had the "wow factor" and she had it in spades! Whoever she was, she possessed the right blend of clash and
va-va-va-voom!
An attractive beauty who appeared to be on the tall side, she kept smiling and touching the bartender's hand as they talked. The young woman had waist-length auburn hair and a dynamite body. Gordon could see that, because the sexy beauty had it on full display. She was wearing a short black skirt and a tiny black thong was also visible. Her legs were long and shapely and she was wearing black, thigh-high boots with a shiny stiletto tip. An impressive pair of tits - he couldn't tell if they were real or a super boob job - were encased in a lacy black top under a black satin jacket. Whoever this gorgeous young lady was, it was apparent that she liked to command attention. Gordon could only hope that the young lady was as into men as she appeared to be into the bartender.
"You two seem as if you're having a good time," Gordon commented as he approached the bar to order his drink.
The bartender, a pretty redhead, turned in the direction of Gordon's voice. She recognized him from his previous visits. She also recalled that he could be a bit of a high roller, so she smiled sweetly. "We always do when we get together. What are you drinking?"
"Scotch," Gordon ordered and flashed his own brilliant smile. "I'm ..."
"Oh, I
know
who you are, everyone here does," the redhead said, her voice dripping honey. "Congratulations on your last win, the drink is compliments of the house. I'm Gail and my friend over there is ..."
"Roslyn," the other girl said as she stood up and took a seat closer to Gordon. He could now see that her eyes were a dazzling emerald green and everything he had wondered about - was real. She gave off an aura of sex and if she wasn't into men, she was doing a damned good impression of someone who was. The young beauty stared directly at Gordon as if appraising him. Gordon had worked hard to become the man he was, so he let her look. There was something familiar about this young stunner and he racked his brain to see if he had met her before. He was coming up short and that frustrated him, because she sure was the kind of girl you would not soon forget. Gail was lovely in her own way, but Roslyn was a knockout! Gordon did his best to make small talk with the two women, taking care not to ignore Gail. He had learned through experience that if you made friends with the friend, she would do some of your work for you and talk you up to the other one. Gordon had also been in a few threesomes in his time, so he always made sure to play it close to the vest. Sometimes if you were nice to both, you ended up with both.
"What brings you here tonight?" He asked Roslyn, making sure to pay attention to her every word and movement.
"I've had a rough few weeks and I came out tonight looking for some fun," the girl answered in a honey and whiskey voice. "Do you know where a girl like me might find some?" From behind the bar, Gail grinned. She was watching as her friend played the game with the handsome fighter.
"I
might
have an idea," Gordon said, enjoying the game playing. "I suppose it all depends on the kind of fun you're talking about."
Roslyn leaned in close and made sure that he got a good look at the entirety of her body. "I'm talking about the kind of fun that involves serious
fucking
," she told him so that there was no mistaking her intentions. "You, me, Gail and a whole lot of sex."
