But let's back up.
So this week we had a client's in town. Pretty good client, too. However, the client's representative is a bit of a handful. He's been with the company for a few years, but has convinced himself that he is destined for greater things (guy think's he's going to get elected president of the United States someday. Can we say narcissist everyone?).
Usually, holding this particular client representative's hand is not my job. Mostly because this guy, we'll call him CR-N (Client Representative-Narcissistic), likes to be taken out on the town to places where guys go. But the usually volunteers for this job were all unavailable.
Now, it doesn't bother me to take a client out to bars. Nice restaurants, I'm in. Hell, I've even taken a few to strip clubs (while avoiding going to certain ones for reasons I may someday tell you about). But CR-N, while at the same time wanting to go out to clubs and such, also likes to boast about his sexual prowess. And always in ways that seem to indicate that he wants me to join him for a demonstration.
So..... he is the one client I won't do the fun stuff with (because if you are in the right mindset, a strip club on an expense account is fun). Enough of my bitching.
I did however, set him up with a driver and had made reservations for him at a couple of places in town, should he feel the urge to go alone, after we did dinner and drinks with him. From the bill the driver turned in, CR-N took advantage of all of it.
But earlier in the day, he wanted to see how some of his company's cases would be heard here. No problem, I grabbed Mina and we took him over to the Superior Court. We got over in the mid-morning and were going through the line. Mina was up front, the client next, followed by yours truly. As CR-N got through the scanner, he was motioned over by the Sheriff's deputy who was holding his briefcase.
"Sir, open your briefcase," said the deputy.
CR-N did and the deputy reached in. A second later, he pulled out a small baggie with two joints in it.
Back in the old days, when I used to bring indigent people to court, I used to run through a check list. Got your papers? Check! Left your gun at home? Check! Left your drugs at home? Check! Left your weed at home.... (its amazing how many people distringuish the two). Who woulda known that I would need to dustoff that procedure for CR-N (who works for a Fortunate 500 company).
The deputy looked at CR-N "Sir, you are not allowed to have this in the courthouse."
CR-N starts babbling stuff like "Oh G-d... am I under arrest, I'm so sorry, I don't know where that came from" yada yada yada. I am standing there thinking "What the fuck am I going to tell them back at the office?What the fuck am I going to say when the client asks what happened to their rep? (Gee, I'm sorry about the last client rep you had, we let him get tossed in jail...)
The deputy, with a straight face just said "Sir, I'm saying that this is not allowed in the courthouse."
As much as I dislike CR-N, he caught on before I did. So he grabbed the bag, and walked outside. I had Mina wait and followed him out. He stood there for a second cursing and looking around. Then he hands me the baggie and says "Take care of this!" and stomps back into the courthouse.
Lovely.
So I went and put it in my purse and put it in the car. By the time I got back through security, Mina had finished the little tour of the courthouse and explaining how things happened. We sat and watched a couple of oral arguments in law and motion and then went off for lunch.
We spent the rest of the day with his bullshit, doing our dog and pony shows (which prevented us from doing real work for the client). And then we had dinner with him as well. Basically, I spent nine hours catering to this jerk, along with his constant hints of what might be fun. Only to have dinner with him, a couple of other partners in my firm, Mina, and another associate where I couldn't really drink more than 2 glasses of wine.
When things broke up, Mina and I were exhausted from all this. Since my car was the one we'd gone to the restaurant in, we were in there. Like me, she'd had to be entertaining all day (yes, it takes two professional women to stroke the ego of this guy). When I reached into my purse for the keys, I found the joints that I'd stashed for him earlier in the day.
It would have been a sin to waste them. Its not like I could've given them to Mina. She's such the good girl her eyes bugged out when she saw them. I know she thought we were going to be caught right then and there and arrested. Plus, her husband would've had a cow I'm sure. While DH is ok with my toking up every now and then, its not something I do around the kids. And since they found DH's old stash of dirty novels, we know that nothing is safe in the house from being found. So....
Mina and I sat in the lot and shared one of the joints.
It was soooooooooo nice to do that to relax after the day with the creep that is CR-N.
We talked. She told me more about what was going on. How her husband was cheating still, and spending alot of money to do it with call girls when he went out to the Indian Casinos with his friends.
We were pretty buzzed. And Mina was laughing at everything in spite of what she was telling me. I had never seen her smile so much (or for it to hit her eyes before). Since I was in not condition to drive, I suggested we go out and hit a bar or two.
A quick text to DH and we flagged a cab and were off. We ended up going to the bar where Bartender Buddy works. He was on, so I was flirting with him. And so was Mina. Which amazed me that it only took half a joint and a G&T to get her courage up.
Now one thing I may not have said before, when I smoke pot, I get horny. Really, really horny. Back in college, girls knew not to leave their attractive boyfriends around me when I was baked because I was liable to rape them. I was, to say the least, primed and in need.
So when Bartender Buddy took a break, I convinced him to take it with me in the bathroom. G-d it was so good to feel his thick, dark Black cock slide up in me with my skirt pushed up around my waist. He didn't even bother to pull my panties off which just made it all the more intense. I was needy and demanding. It was a grudge fuck almost it was so rough in there.
Needless to say, I walked out of the bathroom a very, very happy woman. And as stoned as Mina was, she caught on immediately to what I had done.
But what happened later that night will have to wait for next time.
Talk to you later.
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