It started out just like all the other days in the office. Nothing exciting. Same old same old.
Then the boss called me into his office.
"Listen up Smith, I need someone to go to Arizona and check out some property that the firm is interested in buying. I picked you. Pick up your company credit card and tickets from Candy down in Accounting. I want you back here in a week with a full report."
That was Mr. Rivers.
Heโs my boss.
My name isn't Smith by the way. He just calls everyone 'Smith1 if he can't remember their name.
Over all a nice enough guy to work for.
I went down to Accounting to see Candy. Candy is a tall busty blonde who looks like a brainless bimbo. But she has a tremendous IQ and keeps her Accounting department running like a well-oiled machine.
She's also my cousin, else I'd be all over her like the horndog I am. (Although if she ever showed any interest, her being my cousin would hardly slow me down, we ain't THAT closely related)
"Hey Candy! Ya got somethin' for me?" I said as soon as I saw her.
"Yes Jeff," she told me. "I have your card and tickets right here." She handed me an envelope. "You leave at 7PM tonight, and return on the 6PM flight on Wednesday. That will get you back here in LA about 9PM. Your parking voucher is also in the envelope."
Yup, That's Candy, all business, and no nonsense on the job.
"OK Candy," I said out loud. Then I leaned closer to whisper just to her. "Hey cuz, want me to
bring you anything from Arizona?"
Candy looked around. "Bring me a bottle of Tequila from Nogales if you get down there." she said
back in a low voice.
"Gotcha cuz." I whispered back.
Then I took the envelope and tucked it into the inside pocket of my coat.
I smiled at Patty, a cute redhead who worked in Accounting. We had a weekend a while back... But I'm getting away from my story here.
I went home and packed for a week. No big deal, I had done it a dozen times in the last couple of years. I grabbed a quick shower and changed into a new suit. I transferred the contents of the envelope to my wallet and the inside pockets of my new coat. At last, I was ready.
I drove to LAX without incident, and got there in plenty of time to check my bags and catch my flight.
I flirted casually with the flight attendant, a cute black chick with 'Debbie1 on her nametag. As I deplaned, I slipped her one of my business cards and told her to give me a buzz sometime.
She gave me a smile and tucked the card into the neckline of her blouse.
Mmmmm, possibilities there.
I went to the Hertz counter and used my own credit card to rent a Ford Mustang convertible. If I had to leave my own wheels behind, I wanted to drive something with style. And an econobox cheapie just ain't stylin'.
I knew Tucson from my college days here. So finding my way to the downtown Holiday Inn was no problem. I had called ahead from home for a reservation, so my room was ready.
I un-packed in just a few moments. Then I went back down to my rental Mustang.
Time to cruise Speedway and check out the action.
I stopped at a couple of the tittie bars long enough to see that most of the dancers were skanks, then I went looking for fresh talent.
Besides, I liked the desert air in autumn with the top down on the Mustang. Brought back lots of memories.
I pulled up alongside a car full of high school kids. They checked out the Mustang and gave me a thumbs up.
I pulled into Bookmanโs bookstore parking lot. Inside, I picked up some reading material for the night in case I didn't get lucky.
Back on Speedway, I made one last run, and then went through South Tucson on 6th Street. Plenty of hookers, but not a one I'd dare stick my prick into on a bet.
I went down to Benson Highway. It was dead as usual.
I was starting to think that I was going to have a dry night.
I pulled into the TTT truck stop for gas. A pretty girl with curly brown hair came over to chat about the Mustang. My radar was pinging, so I casually asked how old she was.
15.
Yikes!
Nice, but jailbait.
I paid for the gas and headed back into town.
Once back in town, I took a run out to Grant road. Still nada.
Heading back down Speedway, I decided to pick up a snack. Hell, it looked like I wasn't going to get laid, so what the hey.
I pulled through the drive through to order. When I pulled around to the window, I heard the gal taking the money from the drive through window yelling. "You don't pay me enough to keep grabbing my ass!"
She looked through the window at me. "Hey, you wanna take me out for supper? I just quit this pig sty and I'm in the mood to celebrate."
"Sure." I said. Why not? This looked interesting, and what I could see looked damn good so far.
"Meet me out front." Said the girl.
I put the car in gear and pulled forward. I left the engine running.
A moment later, she came out topless, carrying a t-shirt in her hand. "Keep your fucking uniform and shove it up your ass!" she bellowed over her shoulder.
She tugged the shirt on over her head. Nice jugs.
"Sorry about the drama." she said as she climbed into the passenger seat and belted up. "You don't have to take me out, I just wanted to yank that bastards chain."
"No problem." I said. "I'd be happy to take you to dinner. That is, if you would like to?" I replied.
She gave me a long look. "OK, but dinner is all."
I held up my hand. "Scouts honor."
She grinned then and held out her hand. "Lucy." She said.
"Jeff Fisher." I told her.
I pulled out onto Speedway and headed for a restaurant I remembered from my college days.
Carlos Murphy's. A Mexican/Irish restaurant. It's tastes better than it sounds.
I took Lucy into the restaurant and held her chair for her to be seated.
We chatted as we waited for the food to arrive. We talked about jobs, school, and professors we both knew.
Lucy was a student at the University of Arizona.
She was an engineering student, and took many of the same courses I had taken, although she was into mechanical engineering and I was an electrical engineering student.
I offered her a ride home afterwards. Lucy was hesitant about letting someone she had just met know where she lived. So I gave her $30 and had the restaurant manager call her a cab. I waited outside with her and saw her safely into the taxi. I gave her a card with my room number written on it. I told her to call me later and let me know she got home OK.
The taxi pulled off, and I went to the Mustang for the drive back to the hotel.
An hour or so later the phone in the room rang. I put down the book I was reading and answered it.