This, like a few of my other submittals, is a true story. I have changed the names, to protect the not-so-innocent, and the dialogue may not be verbatim, but otherwise, the rest is factual, or as factual as I can remember it. I hope you enjoy, and as always, look forward to your feedback.
I am a General Foreman for a large electrical contractor in a large city. I had to admit being a bit shocked when my shop announced that our annual Christmas party was going to be at a very upscale hotel this year. I knew that it had been a good year for us, but I didn't realize that it had been THAT good!
Management was having a dinner before the party for some of our clients, and wanted to put on a good display. Having just bought a new suit a couple of months ago to wear to a friends' wedding, I decided to go. "What the hell," I thought. "I can get another wearing out of this suit, AND get a half-day off at the same time."
Other than the fact that the food was excellent, the dinner was pretty boring. I was looking forward to the party, and the open bar, and possibly hitting on either our new receptionist, a gorgeous but ditzy woman my age, or one of the other single women there. I wasn't seeing anyone at the time, so I came alone, but that didn't mean that I had to leave alone.
Knowing that everyone was going to be drinking quite a bit, the shop got us group rates on a room if we wanted. Not willing to risk a DUI, I opted to get one, and based myself out of there for the evening.
I wound up having a few drinks with some of the guys, and women, that had been on my jobs in the last year, and was quite happy well into the evening. There were really no women that peaked my interest there, our receptionist having brought a date, so I decided to drink.
Just as a few of us were finishing a round of shots, my cell phone rang. The number on the display looked familiar, but I couldn't place it right away. As I answered it, I heard a familiar voice at the other end.
"HEL-lo," she said. I recognized the voice, and the speech pattern, as Melinda, a cute little strawberry-blonde that I had dated for over a year. I ended things with her a few months ago when I realized that it just wasn't going to work out.
Melinda grew up in the south, and was raised Southern Baptist. She rarely drank, never having more than two, and always commented on how many I had. The sex was very good, but always vanilla. Her religious views were a bit more conservative than mine, and she got mad at me when I got on her teenagers for the way that they talked to, and treated, her.
Whenever we had sex, it always had to be at my place. I tried to talk her into staying the night once, or having me spend the night at her place, and she said that it would give the wrong idea to her kids.
"A proper Southern Christian lady does not do such a thing," she responded. While I thought to myself that a "proper Southern Christian woman" wouldn't suck my cock, and then bounce up and down on it like she just had, I decided to let the comment, and eventually the relationship, die.
I had run into her a couple of times since the break-up, and she was always a bit cold towards me. That's why I was shocked when I heard her voice on the phone. That, the fact that it was noisy where she was at, and she sounded a bit off.
"Hi," I responded. "This is quite a shock."
"I know," she said. "I have been rude to you, and I'm sorry."
I immediately knew why she sounded off. She was slurring her words. She was drunk.
"I'm sorry to be calling you so late, but I didn't know who else to call," she explained.
"Why?" I asked. "What's wrong?"
"I'm at my Christmas party, and I've had too much to drink," she told me. "I can't drive home, and it's too far to take a cab. I was hoping you could come and get me?"
"Well, I'm at my Christmas party, too," I told her. "And I've been drinking."
She started sobbing, and said that she didn't know how she was going to get home. "Where are you at?" I asked.
"I'm at a hotel downtown, in the city," she sobbed.
"Which one?"
She quietly told me the name of the hotel, and I chuckled.
"Where are you?" I asked. "That's the same hotel that I'm at."
She told me where she was, and I said that I would be right there. Her party was only one floor up from mine, and all of the party rooms were on the lower floors, so I took the escalator up to her party.
As I stepped off of the escalator, I saw Melinda sitting on a stuffed chair. When she saw me approach, she smiled and stood up. To say that I was surprised at what I saw would be an understatement.
Almost always a conservative dresser when we dated, she was wearing a very sexy and almost revealing dress that ended about mid-thigh and showed a bit of cleavage. She was also wearing heels, something that I never saw her in.
"Wow!" I said, as I walked towards her. "You look amazing!"
"Thank you," she said, blushing. "I was hoping to spend some time with someone tonight, and wanted to impress him."
"He wasn't impressed?" I asked. "He's either gay or a fool."
"No, he's married," she explained, fighting back tears. "The jerk never bothered to mention that little fact."
"Well, why don't we get you out of here?" I said, as I lead her towards the coatroom. "If you want, you can join my party downstairs, or I can let you crash in my room."
"You have a room here?" she asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah," I explained. "The hotel offered us group rates, and I didn't want to drive home after drinking."
"Ahh," she said quietly. "Smart idea."
I took a quick glance into the room at her party, and shook my head. Melinda worked as a personal secretary for a senior partner at a very prestigious law firm, and I had to laugh at all of the lawyers, para-legals, etc who were trying to look so serious and professional, even at a Christmas party.
As we got her coat, she said that she really didn't want to go to my party, but wasn't ready to go to bed just yet. Being that it was a very warm night, for early December in Chicago, I suggested that we go to the rooftop garden, where we could sit and talk, if she wanted.
"You wouldn't mind?" she asked. "That sounds very nice."
I led her to the elevators, and we rode up to the garden in silence. As we walked outside, Melinda commented on how nice of a night it was.
I led her to a spot that I had found earlier, when I had come up there for a cigar, that had a great view of the city. As we started talking, I commented on how much I liked her dress.
"Is it too slutty?" she asked, concerned. "One of the partners, who is really conservative, kept looking at me all night."
