My Second Night Out with the Multi-Millionaire
On Sunday, the group of us went out again. It was a slightly different group and it had a slightly different feel.
Sleazy, cheap, bawdy.
We got in the limo and poured the champagne. Half a glass only for me. I know my limits. The talk was of penises and viagra and horniness and sex. I sat in the corner, trapped next to my boss who talked endlessly of work and farming in the area and house prices. The topic at the other end changed to Krista, the escort he hired in Vegas who is coming up to visit him and go fishing with him. $2500/hr.
The multi-millionaire asked me, from the other end of the limo, out of context to anything going on, if I would sleep with him.
"I have to get up early and go to work tomorrow."
I feel cheap and do not like that it was even asked, in such a tawdry way in such a tawdry place. I know that other women in the car would have. Not because he is attractive, but because they could get money out of him for it.
Later at the dinner some of the other women professed that they would have sex for money. I didn't even take part in the conversation. The organizer told us all to order the most expensive bottles of wine and then take them with us. She got so drunk she couldn't walk. She ordered a huge plate of seafood for two plus an additional lobster and an additional crab. She took it all home and just drank.
It got ugly when one girl's steak wasn't properly cooked and the multi-millionaire started to have a fit, led on by the drunk organizer.
There was the presence of an additional male, who would grope and lear and take pictures of cleavage and inner thighs. He touched and bit and licked too. I escaped with just his arm around me. I think he had the presence of mind to know that I wouldn't take too kindly to more than that, and wasn't that pleased with that. I felt obligated to allow that though, in the situation I was in.
After, we went to the casino where he pushed money on us and I played nickel slots for a while. I was glad when the evening was over.
The organizer is planning the next one and has already asked me to come. I said I would but I know I don't want to. I will come up with a suitable excuse at the time.
Sleazy, cheap, bawdy.
We got in the limo and poured the champagne. Half a glass only for me. I know my limits. The talk was of penises and viagra and horniness and sex. I sat in the corner, trapped next to my boss who talked endlessly of work and farming in the area and house prices. The topic at the other end changed to Krista, the escort he hired in Vegas who is coming up to visit him and go fishing with him. $2500/hr.
The multi-millionaire asked me, from the other end of the limo, out of context to anything going on, if I would sleep with him.
"I have to get up early and go to work tomorrow."
I feel cheap and do not like that it was even asked, in such a tawdry way in such a tawdry place. I know that other women in the car would have. Not because he is attractive, but because they could get money out of him for it.
Later at the dinner some of the other women professed that they would have sex for money. I didn't even take part in the conversation. The organizer told us all to order the most expensive bottles of wine and then take them with us. She got so drunk she couldn't walk. She ordered a huge plate of seafood for two plus an additional lobster and an additional crab. She took it all home and just drank.
It got ugly when one girl's steak wasn't properly cooked and the multi-millionaire started to have a fit, led on by the drunk organizer.
There was the presence of an additional male, who would grope and lear and take pictures of cleavage and inner thighs. He touched and bit and licked too. I escaped with just his arm around me. I think he had the presence of mind to know that I wouldn't take too kindly to more than that, and wasn't that pleased with that. I felt obligated to allow that though, in the situation I was in.
After, we went to the casino where he pushed money on us and I played nickel slots for a while. I was glad when the evening was over.
The organizer is planning the next one and has already asked me to come. I said I would but I know I don't want to. I will come up with a suitable excuse at the time.
posted by Muss at 10:24 am
2 Comments:
i would feed the organizer my shoe and tell him it's genuine italian leather.
The organizer has told me the date to have time free for the next outing. This time Italian food and gambling. Always with the gambling.
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