It all begins when my friend Dan invited me to his office party on New Years Eve. Meeting Dan at the fancy glass doors belonging to the expensive Hotel where many were already filing inside dressed in tight skirts and expensive suits. Wearing smiles of lust and envy as I study most of their humble eyes stalking their prey with evil stares that led me to believe this was going to be one hell of a night.
I had already booked a room at the Hotel; a day ahead of time, knowing my past would come back to haunt me, having three omvi's in two years!
Studying each couple and each young bachelor, moving towards the elevator that would certainly be the best time ever if they could go home with the one they in which they were indeed stalking.
Suddenly I felt as though a bellhop, opening the doors for other's that were joking and laughing. Perhaps from the way I was dressed, representing a peasant from another Country, or the jokes they were telling. But never the less knowing I would join them as soon as Dan arrives. Then suddenly you came into the picture, my life, a lovely young lady dressed to kill, fit for a Princess, walking past me as I smelt the aroma of your exotic perfume. Too, Stalking your presence, ghastly walk, until I could no longer see the look in your firm sways as you enter the elevator.
My entire built continued to quiver, shake like the deacons. A look you gave to me when you walked by, that made me hard and stimulated. Just your presence alone was enough to drain my stamina, let alone my entrance to your bedroom. Then hearing in my head a middle-age man calling out your name and age (22) as a reminder of your next birthday party. Realizing quickly we were definitely the same age.
Dan arrived shortly after the bell rang in the elevator. "Well, its about time," I said, then glancing down onto my Timex. Recognizing my clothes that he knew would have to do. Tight as hell blue jeans, a tan blazer, and tennis shoes, while Dan was dressed like the rest of his ferry firm.
My heart begins to pound, palms perspiring, and a tingling sensation in my tight britches with each vision of the beautiful lady dressed in skin tight black dress with a V-cut top to expose her 36-D's, and well developed young woman with shoulder length hair and a smile that sent me to hell, with these dirty thoughts I keep pondering as the elevator stops at the 38th floor.
My eyes were shifting left to right as I follow Dan down the hallway and around a sharp corner where we both heard the loud chattering of folks and band music before we made our way inside the crowded quarters. Big room with two long concession stands and the ceiling decked out with banners and streamers that read, "Happy New Years" and "Congratulations for a great year in the stock business Mr. Willard!"
Dan made his way round the room, extending his hand to friends and foes, like he too thought of me as just being average. So, I scooted my feet gingerly across the room as though a peasant in another time zone. Very much feeling out of place here when I reach the stand of goodies. Taking a hand full of fudge and paper cup already filled with the punch and made my way back to the wall to clam up some more as I watch Dan flirting with the pretty women.
After several more trips back to the table of goodies I finally realize the fudge was lined with a drug I wasn't familiar with and the drinks were all spiked. Feeling woozy and very paranoid, as I wait here all alone for my friend to exchange handshakes with this wild charming specimen coming closer to me. Butterflies were all inside me, floating around in space, as my heart beats faster, while this bitter taste in my mouth lingers of dry desert sand.
Wondering what I would say to her and what I would do to embarrass myself. Or quite possibly stare too long at her finely tuned features that were more visible now then they were across the large bay. So healthy and gifted, so pleasing to the soul, every much a part of me.
"Hey! Great party isn't it?" you said, standing on the sides of your high-heels.
"Yes, yes it is."
