I'm normally headed out to lunch with 5 to 6 of my fellow Patrick Bateman/Gordan Gecko wannabe's at this time. We tend to have our biggest most expensive lunches on Monday's since the reservations at any place really worthwhile is much less of a hassle. We'll normally be gone at least 2 to 2 +1/2 hours and even I'll admit that we can be pretty demanding (not to say obnoxious) to deal with. I'm actually about the most civil in the crowd so you have to pity any poor establishment that has to deal with those guys when I'm not around. Although now that the guys have left I'm thinking their social antics would at least have helped me get my mind off everything that's happening to me right now. But due to the VERY special dinner plans I have for tonight a big meal with the guys just wasn't going to be possible.
It's actually been a pretty damn nice September (or at least it started out that way). The Friday evening after I got back from the wedding (and that rather intense coed pussy pounding) we were having a work related reception at one of the more serious art galleries just a few blocks away. There was a small chamber group playing during the reception and I couldn't help but notice the devastatingly beautiful really classy babe playing the cello (yeah I do actually know a cello when I see it-amazingly enough). I unfortunately had a lot of clients that needed tending to so wasn't able to really enjoy or pay nearly as much attention to the music or players as I would have liked. Even though (perhaps even more amazingly) I did recognize one of the pieces as being by Shubert ( I think). Well to get to the point later I realized the music had stopped and looked around and saw the Venus incarnate standing in an alcove near the bar all alone holding a drink (with her cello carefully resting on an overstuffed chair nearby). I just had to go talk to her, just to see if her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her. She has this INCREDIBLY long beautiful silky hair (dark brunette) that extends half way down her back. She's also got great dancer's legs (yes she studied ballet for almost 10 years) but fortunately has much larger breasts than you normally ever see on ballet dancers for some reason.
It was a pretty memorable first conversation to say the least, mainly due to the fact that for the first few minutes she was actually pretty damn cold and indifferent. At first I thought "well hell she must be a Lesbian", and then as I was half way through a sentence she actually says to me "look -you Wall Street baboons try to hit on me at these things all the time -and I'm just not interested in what little besides a Platinum Amex you really have to offer". I was pretty well caught off guard by that one. Not nearly willing to admit defeat however I was able (after about 20 LONG seconds) to come back with "actually it's one black and 2 platinums but if you're not interested in those how about opening night tickets to the Metropolitan opera for the Tchaikovsky "Eugene Onegin"? Yeah -wish you could have seen her face. And I cannot lie, the only fucking way I was able to manage that was because my Boss's Boss had been sending out a constant stream of emails mentioning several sets of opening night tickets for that opera he wasn't going to be able to use just like 2 days before. The conversation got surprisingly better after that. So much so that I've managed to score 4 dates with her so far (all very formal I'll admit) and we have an early dinner date and the Metropolitan opening night -TONIGHT.
And tonight really should be pretty amazing I think. Our tickets are in something called the Grand Tier right hand side --which were pretty pricy for somebody and will no doubt be really nice. We've been twice to the Carlyle Hotel for the Cabaret Cafe and Jazz club (fortunately she loves Jazz as much as I do). She got pretty "snuggly" and forward for the first real time in the cab ride home after the last date (which was last Thursday). She doesn't really like my sports car as she says its too small and uncomfortable for her to dress nicely to go out in it-which I have to admit is true. She finally undid her top and let me nurse on her breasts for a bit (after we got to her place -- not while still in the cab), which was REALLY wonderful for me as I soon realized all the pent up emotions I had for her were even deeper that I first thought. I couldn't manage to get a cab home and ending up taking the SUBWAY --if you can even fucking imagine that. But I didn't mind -which should tell you something.
So YES, things have been pretty wonderful. And what I love about her is that she really obviously doesn't know a thing yet about me physically really. She hasn't so much as seen me with my shirt off. And even though I'm sure I've gotten pretty hard around her, I've hid it well and she really hasn't noticed. She even made a joke at some point about the guys I work with normally needing large paychecks to compensate for "small compensations elsewhere". And while I know that certainly isn't the case for a number of my buddies at least it was one indication she thinks about the subject.
Unfortunately this weekend came and she had a concert with her quartet in Boston so she was gone for 3 days. Hamlin (my neighbor male model friend across the hall) had been planning a great Fall party for Friday night and told me I really should stop in at some point. I figured --great!, something to do and it will keep my mind off my girl being away. Oh my god, it was an unbelievable party and the number of models (mostly female but some male also) as well as 3-4 designers (and some pretty well knowns) made it a damn near riot. I went over pretty late actually and really only did so because of the noise. It seems like I must have met maybe 20 different people. And since my looks are clearly too "athletic" maybe for me to be a fashion model (but I can definitely make an impression in black leather pants) people kept wondering who I was. After awhile though one of the guys just kept coming back to talk to me again and again. I knew that I recognized him and indeed his modeling credentials are VERY major and the number of workout and other fashion mags he's been in is crazy. It turns out that he's actually based in Texas and was staying with Hamlin for the weekend. He'd heard that I lived across the hall and while we certainly talked about a great number of subjects I have to admit I was a little shocked when he flat out suddenly asked if he could come over to my place and give me a blowjob. I politely declined, but what was bad was that he didn't seem to want to take NO for an answer -like nobody every says no to him or something. So I have to get slightly unpleasant with him and end up leaving.
I go back to my place and basically get shit -faced drunk. At some point however I pull myself together enough to strip and get in my bed - fully naked as usual. It might be well worth mentioning that I've been horny as fuck for weeks. The last time I had a release was in that Coed pussy on Labor day weekend - 3 weeks previous. And I only came in her once. Yeah I'd love to fuck-- but the relationship with my cello goddess just hasn't gotten to that point yet. And I'm not going to risk upsetting things yet just to get laid, although its clear she's getting interested (maybe). OK -to the bad part. I still say that at some point during the night somebody might have come into my place. What's bad is that I actually don't remember locking the door. Security in this building is like Fort Know anyway -so I never worry. So I either had one hell of a pretty vivid dream or someone might have actually come into my bedroom (I have a jazz station playing quietly on all night-so I might not have heard them) and pulled back the thin sheet I always have covering me. I really felt that. I felt the sheet move back almost to my knees for like a half minute and then come back. The thing is I'm pretty sure it was more than one person, like maybe 3? Sometimes your body just senses a group of people around you -but yet I couldn't react or wake up enough to respond. It's like I was numb, but I didn't feel drunk anymore. Really upsetting.
I know of course that Hamlin has a key to my place. There is just no fucking way though that he would bring people into my place like that-no fucking way. He did however apparently give Mr Texas my cell phone number as the guy has been texting me non-stop since last night (I guess he must be back home and figures it's safer). You don't even want to know what he keep begging me for. Thank god my date (dinner and the opera) is tonight. I really need to see her again.
I obviously didn't get this all finished during lunch. The guys have been back for hours. Jed brought me a bagel and a cream filled donut "just to keep your mind off pussy" he said. Thanks you bastard.
It's actually been a pretty damn nice September (or at least it started out that way). The Friday evening after I got back from the wedding (and that rather intense coed pussy pounding) we were having a work related reception at one of the more serious art galleries just a few blocks away. There was a small chamber group playing during the reception and I couldn't help but notice the devastatingly beautiful really classy babe playing the cello (yeah I do actually know a cello when I see it-amazingly enough). I unfortunately had a lot of clients that needed tending to so wasn't able to really enjoy or pay nearly as much attention to the music or players as I would have liked. Even though (perhaps even more amazingly) I did recognize one of the pieces as being by Shubert ( I think). Well to get to the point later I realized the music had stopped and looked around and saw the Venus incarnate standing in an alcove near the bar all alone holding a drink (with her cello carefully resting on an overstuffed chair nearby). I just had to go talk to her, just to see if her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her. She has this INCREDIBLY long beautiful silky hair (dark brunette) that extends half way down her back. She's also got great dancer's legs (yes she studied ballet for almost 10 years) but fortunately has much larger breasts than you normally ever see on ballet dancers for some reason.
It was a pretty memorable first conversation to say the least, mainly due to the fact that for the first few minutes she was actually pretty damn cold and indifferent. At first I thought "well hell she must be a Lesbian", and then as I was half way through a sentence she actually says to me "look -you Wall Street baboons try to hit on me at these things all the time -and I'm just not interested in what little besides a Platinum Amex you really have to offer". I was pretty well caught off guard by that one. Not nearly willing to admit defeat however I was able (after about 20 LONG seconds) to come back with "actually it's one black and 2 platinums but if you're not interested in those how about opening night tickets to the Metropolitan opera for the Tchaikovsky "Eugene Onegin"? Yeah -wish you could have seen her face. And I cannot lie, the only fucking way I was able to manage that was because my Boss's Boss had been sending out a constant stream of emails mentioning several sets of opening night tickets for that opera he wasn't going to be able to use just like 2 days before. The conversation got surprisingly better after that. So much so that I've managed to score 4 dates with her so far (all very formal I'll admit) and we have an early dinner date and the Metropolitan opening night -TONIGHT.
And tonight really should be pretty amazing I think. Our tickets are in something called the Grand Tier right hand side --which were pretty pricy for somebody and will no doubt be really nice. We've been twice to the Carlyle Hotel for the Cabaret Cafe and Jazz club (fortunately she loves Jazz as much as I do). She got pretty "snuggly" and forward for the first real time in the cab ride home after the last date (which was last Thursday). She doesn't really like my sports car as she says its too small and uncomfortable for her to dress nicely to go out in it-which I have to admit is true. She finally undid her top and let me nurse on her breasts for a bit (after we got to her place -- not while still in the cab), which was REALLY wonderful for me as I soon realized all the pent up emotions I had for her were even deeper that I first thought. I couldn't manage to get a cab home and ending up taking the SUBWAY --if you can even fucking imagine that. But I didn't mind -which should tell you something.
So YES, things have been pretty wonderful. And what I love about her is that she really obviously doesn't know a thing yet about me physically really. She hasn't so much as seen me with my shirt off. And even though I'm sure I've gotten pretty hard around her, I've hid it well and she really hasn't noticed. She even made a joke at some point about the guys I work with normally needing large paychecks to compensate for "small compensations elsewhere". And while I know that certainly isn't the case for a number of my buddies at least it was one indication she thinks about the subject.
Unfortunately this weekend came and she had a concert with her quartet in Boston so she was gone for 3 days. Hamlin (my neighbor male model friend across the hall) had been planning a great Fall party for Friday night and told me I really should stop in at some point. I figured --great!, something to do and it will keep my mind off my girl being away. Oh my god, it was an unbelievable party and the number of models (mostly female but some male also) as well as 3-4 designers (and some pretty well knowns) made it a damn near riot. I went over pretty late actually and really only did so because of the noise. It seems like I must have met maybe 20 different people. And since my looks are clearly too "athletic" maybe for me to be a fashion model (but I can definitely make an impression in black leather pants) people kept wondering who I was. After awhile though one of the guys just kept coming back to talk to me again and again. I knew that I recognized him and indeed his modeling credentials are VERY major and the number of workout and other fashion mags he's been in is crazy. It turns out that he's actually based in Texas and was staying with Hamlin for the weekend. He'd heard that I lived across the hall and while we certainly talked about a great number of subjects I have to admit I was a little shocked when he flat out suddenly asked if he could come over to my place and give me a blowjob. I politely declined, but what was bad was that he didn't seem to want to take NO for an answer -like nobody every says no to him or something. So I have to get slightly unpleasant with him and end up leaving.
I go back to my place and basically get shit -faced drunk. At some point however I pull myself together enough to strip and get in my bed - fully naked as usual. It might be well worth mentioning that I've been horny as fuck for weeks. The last time I had a release was in that Coed pussy on Labor day weekend - 3 weeks previous. And I only came in her once. Yeah I'd love to fuck-- but the relationship with my cello goddess just hasn't gotten to that point yet. And I'm not going to risk upsetting things yet just to get laid, although its clear she's getting interested (maybe). OK -to the bad part. I still say that at some point during the night somebody might have come into my place. What's bad is that I actually don't remember locking the door. Security in this building is like Fort Know anyway -so I never worry. So I either had one hell of a pretty vivid dream or someone might have actually come into my bedroom (I have a jazz station playing quietly on all night-so I might not have heard them) and pulled back the thin sheet I always have covering me. I really felt that. I felt the sheet move back almost to my knees for like a half minute and then come back. The thing is I'm pretty sure it was more than one person, like maybe 3? Sometimes your body just senses a group of people around you -but yet I couldn't react or wake up enough to respond. It's like I was numb, but I didn't feel drunk anymore. Really upsetting.
I know of course that Hamlin has a key to my place. There is just no fucking way though that he would bring people into my place like that-no fucking way. He did however apparently give Mr Texas my cell phone number as the guy has been texting me non-stop since last night (I guess he must be back home and figures it's safer). You don't even want to know what he keep begging me for. Thank god my date (dinner and the opera) is tonight. I really need to see her again.
I obviously didn't get this all finished during lunch. The guys have been back for hours. Jed brought me a bagel and a cream filled donut "just to keep your mind off pussy" he said. Thanks you bastard.