Chapter One
His friends crowded the place. He had invited everyone he still kept tabs with. This job promotion would get him a place among the best lawyers in the whole country. Including, among the top paid ones.
Steven was very well dressed, as always. His charmeuse baby-blue shirt was so smooth and shiny that the girls couldn’t walk past him without gawking at him. That was the whole point for buying a US$ 1,200.00 one-of-a-kind designer garment. Wearing custom-made expensive pants and a Platinum Rolex watch nearly made him a million dollar man.
He danced for a little while and before he started sweating, he made a stop at the bar and ordered a double BOZ-MOPOLITAN.
Noel slouched right next to him: ‘Nice crowd, buddy’
‘You bet. I want everybody to know how sucking up can take you places. Besides, I’ve worked my ass off to deserve my own office on the top floor.’ He worked hard, round the clock. He’s reaping his reward as a member of clerisy.
Noel laughed. He knew his friend loved to flaunt his accomplishments. More than that, he loved to see the impressed look on people’s faces; it was one indescribable pleasure.
‘Think you are going to hook one tonight?’
‘I might. There are interesting possibilities. See that redheaded? She’s had her eye on me all night. She’s my type, I’m alone tonight, fill in the blanks.’
‘Sounds to me as if someone is in love’
‘Yeah, right. Like love is really around’
‘What’s her face?’
‘That’s what I am about to find out.’
He walked confidently to her and began a conversation by mentioning his new Maserati Quattroporte. Of course she denied she knew he drove that kind of car, but she’d been following his moves since before he got there. She was aware of everything about him. Weeks ago, her friend Donna had tipped her off about the ‘catch’ who was throwing a costly party that night.
With long wavy reddish-brown hair, an angel face and a figure able of breaking even the pope’s neck, Stacey decided long ago that now it was time to find a well-off yuppie, settle down and, if things didn’t work out the way she had planned, rip him off when he files for divorce. Apparently, Steven had all she ever dreamed of. And more.
‘So, what’s your favorite wine?’
‘The one that pleasures me!’ she spoke with a softened southern accent that turned Steven on and smiled.
He hung out with her for some time, browsed around to see what else was on the ‘shelves’ and chatted with close friends. When he was drained of the conversation, he paid everybody’s bills – he was running a tab - and left with this incredibly gorgeous woman.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
In the morning, the telephone rang once. Through the satin curtains, Steven was able to see the dark blue sky and the sun, which was about to rise. He quickly picked up the receiver and said hello with a husky voice that evidenced his nightly exertion.
‘Was she the one?’ Noel asked sarcastically.
‘Yeah. She’s the ONE . . . night stand!’
His friends crowded the place. He had invited everyone he still kept tabs with. This job promotion would get him a place among the best lawyers in the whole country. Including, among the top paid ones.
Steven was very well dressed, as always. His charmeuse baby-blue shirt was so smooth and shiny that the girls couldn’t walk past him without gawking at him. That was the whole point for buying a US$ 1,200.00 one-of-a-kind designer garment. Wearing custom-made expensive pants and a Platinum Rolex watch nearly made him a million dollar man.
He danced for a little while and before he started sweating, he made a stop at the bar and ordered a double BOZ-MOPOLITAN.
Noel slouched right next to him: ‘Nice crowd, buddy’
‘You bet. I want everybody to know how sucking up can take you places. Besides, I’ve worked my ass off to deserve my own office on the top floor.’ He worked hard, round the clock. He’s reaping his reward as a member of clerisy.
Noel laughed. He knew his friend loved to flaunt his accomplishments. More than that, he loved to see the impressed look on people’s faces; it was one indescribable pleasure.
‘Think you are going to hook one tonight?’
‘I might. There are interesting possibilities. See that redheaded? She’s had her eye on me all night. She’s my type, I’m alone tonight, fill in the blanks.’
‘Sounds to me as if someone is in love’
‘Yeah, right. Like love is really around’
‘What’s her face?’
‘That’s what I am about to find out.’
He walked confidently to her and began a conversation by mentioning his new Maserati Quattroporte. Of course she denied she knew he drove that kind of car, but she’d been following his moves since before he got there. She was aware of everything about him. Weeks ago, her friend Donna had tipped her off about the ‘catch’ who was throwing a costly party that night.
With long wavy reddish-brown hair, an angel face and a figure able of breaking even the pope’s neck, Stacey decided long ago that now it was time to find a well-off yuppie, settle down and, if things didn’t work out the way she had planned, rip him off when he files for divorce. Apparently, Steven had all she ever dreamed of. And more.
‘So, what’s your favorite wine?’
‘The one that pleasures me!’ she spoke with a softened southern accent that turned Steven on and smiled.
He hung out with her for some time, browsed around to see what else was on the ‘shelves’ and chatted with close friends. When he was drained of the conversation, he paid everybody’s bills – he was running a tab - and left with this incredibly gorgeous woman.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
In the morning, the telephone rang once. Through the satin curtains, Steven was able to see the dark blue sky and the sun, which was about to rise. He quickly picked up the receiver and said hello with a husky voice that evidenced his nightly exertion.
‘Was she the one?’ Noel asked sarcastically.
‘Yeah. She’s the ONE . . . night stand!’
