AMY'S NIGHT AWAY
This short story is submitted for the
April Fools Day Story Contest 2024
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After shoving the rock-hard mashed potatoes next to the cold green beans, Amy picked at the dry chicken and thought about how her day had been a colossal waste. She had come to the medical education meeting hoping to learn some tidbits about taking care of her patients but all the speakers that day had been boring, ivory-tower professors talking about their laboratory research which had nothing to do with clinical medicine.
'A complete waste of my time,' the pediatrician mused as she tuned out the speaker droning on to the dinner crowd, 'But at least I'm getting some continuing education credits.' She was a few hours short of her annual requirement but with these meetings, she would satisfy her state medical board and be able to maintain her license. 'Hope tomorrow's talks are better.'
After waiting a reasonable amount of time, she nodded to her table mates, excused herself silently and quickly left the banquet hall. Once through the doors, she gave a big sigh of relief before taking the elevator up to her room. After checking the time, she slipped off her dress and began running water for a hot bath. 'Might as well enjoy myself a little,' she thought.
The water was wonderful. It eased her tense muscles and helped her relax while she washed herself paying particular attention to her underarms and pelvis. Once she was clean, she stood, tidied up downstairs with a razor and quickly rinsed with the hand-held spray nozzle before stepping out to dry herself.
In front of the mirror, she stood nude while brushing her teeth and applying some light makeup. Unlike a lot of women, she liked what she saw in front of her. She was slightly taller than average, sported a stylish, short hairstyle, had piercing blue eyes and a cute smile. Further down her breasts, though perhaps slightly smaller than average, stood proud on her chest, maintaining a nice shape despite her two kids and three years of breastfeeding. But it was her belly she was most proud of. After giving birth twice, she had been pleased to have no stretch marks but hated the extra five pounds and bulging of her belly wall. She had enrolled in the local gym and with the assistance of her trainer Shelly, someone she had been a doctor for a few years prior, Amy was able to tighten her belly and shed the extra weight. Now her belly was flat and, as her husband Rob had told her, 'Sexy as hell.'
Back in the bedroom, Amy carefully opened her suitcase and pulled out her little black dress and a pair of come-fuck-me pumps, items she had slipped in at the last minute without her husband's knowledge. After spritzing some perfume behind her ears, under her breasts and in her landing strip, she pulled on her sexiest thong, a tiny, see-thru bra and the dress. She adjusted and smoothed out her dress while looking in the mirror. Though she didn't consider herself vain, she knew deep down she still rocked, even for a woman in her mid-thirties.
After slipping on the CFM's, she took one final look at herself. When her wedding band caught her eye, she used a little saliva to moisten her finger, tugged the ring off and put it in the room safe along with her purse. After tucking the room key card into her bra, she turned to the door with one final thought: 'Now it's my time for some fun.'
As Amy had not seen anyone she recognized at the meeting and was a two-and-a-half-hour drive from her hometown, she felt more than comfortable going downstairs to the dimly lit bar wearing her skimpy dress and come-fuck-me pumps. As she peered inside, she heard the soft tinkling of a jazz piano and the murmurs of the scattered guests. Taking in a deep breath, she thrust out her chest and strode into the room.
While there may have been a slight pause in conversations when she walked by the tables, she tried to ignore everyone as she approached the bar. At one end was an old man who appeared to be totally sloshed while at the other were two younger women talking and giggling over their drinks. She took a barstool near the middle and carefully sat down, mindful that her hem had crept up to a scandalously high level on her thighs, nearly to her butt.
"What'll it be, Ma'am?"
"A Cosmo, please, and my name's Amy, not Ma'am."
"Coming right up, Amy."
Two minutes later she was presented with a beautiful, dark pink drink in a martini glass. She took a preliminary sip, experiencing immediately the barkeeper's skill. It was simply the best she had ever tasted.
"Nice, very good."
"Thank you. Visiting?"
"Yup. At the silly meeting upstairs today and tomorrow."
"At least you won't have to drive home tonight."
"Nope. Oh, please put this and any more drinks with twenty-five percent on room seven twenty-two."
"Thank you."
As the barkeeper turned away from her, Amy was aware someone had sat down on the stool next to her. 'Hmm, things are looking up,' she thought to herself until she turned to look at her new neighbor. She was immediately horrified. He was the epitome of a lounge lizard: greasy hair, breath reeking of cheap booze and cigarettes and his clothes were ten-years out of date.
"Hi. I'm Jeff. You come here often?"
"Uh, no, my first time."
"Well then, Sweetheart, maybe I can be your first tonight, too," he said with a leering smile.
"Ah, I don't think I'm interested."
"You're not? Dressed like you are? You look like you're out wanting to see some action."
"Whether I am or not, I'm not interested in you."
"Oh, come on. Just let me buy you a little drink and we can talk, you know, get to know each other. I can even pay for a little action, if that's what you want."
"No, and I mean no. And I'm not a hooker. So please leave," she replied, raising her voice at the end.
"Jeff, Buddy, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this nice lady alone. You've had too much already so run along. I'll call you a cab."
"Aww, man..."
"Nope, now you head on out."
A few minutes later, she flagged down the barkeeper. "Thanks, I appreciated that."
"Sure, part of my job is to read the room. Classy lady like you clearly would want nothing to do with Jeff. He's a regular here and sometimes I wish he'd take his business down the road but he does keep the money and tips flowing."
