This is Story # 40 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. It is a continuation of sorts from a prior story - Stuck Up Know It all Learns a Lesson.
If you want any background on me and how I got here, you can read the very first story I published (Babysitter Lauren) or my author's profile. You may also see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Amanda 2
In the spring of 2017, I was on the road about 200 miles away at a conference, part of which was a luncheon celebrating women business leaders. My company asked me to go since I'm a pretty good hand shaker and baby kisser.
One of the honorees was my old arch enemy, Amanda. To be blunt, Amanda was a snooty, stuck up, know it all rich bitch CEO of a local company. A friend of my ex-wife, I always hated her, and she me.
Despite that, I had given her a couple of violent fucks a few years prior, after I had called out her bitchiness, which apparently was a sexual trigger for her. She was all high and mighty in public, but as soon as you stood up to her in private, she backed down and became the most submissive cum-swallowing two bit whore you could imagine.
I couldn't believe it when I saw her face on the poster board outside of the conference hall, and I cursed my boss for asking me to come to this shit show since now I knew she was here, and especially since it was a Tuesday and I was missing my regular booty call with Michelle ("Lonely Soccer Moms" stories).
As I was standing there looking the poster, a soft voice whispered in my ear:
"Fancy seeing you here."
I knew right away who it was, but I didn't turn.
Instead, I responded, "Yeah. forced by my company to come to this bullshit dog and pony show. How much did it cost you to buy this award?"
"Aw, don't be like that," she answered.
Her demeanor was totally different than how she was before, and during the two times I had abused her body a few years ago. Last I heard she had dated some high profile political big wig, but it didn't work out.
I turned to her, and the look in her eye had changed from her previous "hell hath no fury" look, to a kinder, softer type of look. As soon as we locked eyes, she gave me a big hug.
"I'm so glad you're here!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't sure that I'd have anyone here that I knew. Seemed everyone was too busy, again. Can we get a drink after this snooze-fest is over?"
I was stunned. It appeared that Amanda had no idea that we hated each other. Well, I hated the Amanda that I THOUGHT I knew, but this kinder, gentler, friendly Amanda was a delight, so far.
I decided to tread carefully, I didn't trust this chick and didn't want to set myself up something. The worst possible outcome is I get all nice to her and then she returns to her bitchy self and calls me a chump and a pussy.
"Sure," I agreed. "I've got some work to do after the afternoon session, but I could probably be ready by about 5:30. Meet you in the bar?"
"Let's skip the bar -- prices are so high. I have a bottle of scotch in my room, why don't you just meet me there when you're done?"
Now I was really confused. Under prior circumstances, I'd just assume she wanted to me come to her room, push her onto the bed, treat her like shit, fuck her and call her names, all while she acted like she didn't want it. But that was when she's nasty to me. Now that she was being sweet, I didn't know what to think.
"OK," I responded, warily. "See you then."
A little after 5:30 I approached Amanda's room and gave a slight knock at the door. She opened it with a big smile and let me in, handing me a scotch on the rocks. She was still in her business suit, while I had changed into a pair of golf shorts and a collared shirt. We moved to the small seating area in her hotel room and sipped our drinks. We talked like old friends.
Very strange.
Finally, I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore, so I said, "Amanda, this is great, thanks for inviting me. But the elephant in the room needs to be discussed. We always hated each other, and our last two interactions years ago, I'm sure you recall, weren't overly friendly, despite what we did. I'm trying to understand what's going on here."
She lowered her eyes and spoke softly.
"I've been such an awful person. I didn't realize what I bitch I was -- to (now ex-husband) Mark, to my friends, to my business partners, even to my family. I thought I was being a strong, tough independent kick-ass business woman, but I did it by being a bitch instead of being respectful and gracious. Now I've kind of lost it all. None of my friends or family are here, my partners, no one. My company is barely hanging on and I'll be ousted as CEO soon."
She started to cry. A part of me wanted to laugh at her and say "told you so," but when someone owns their mistakes and humbles themselves, there no sense kicking them when they are down.
I'm not therapist or life coach, so I just tried to be honest.
"Listen Amanda, "I said. "You're smart and a very savvy business person, and genuinely I'm sure you're a good person. You can recover from this. Being nicer doesn't mean you can't still be a great business woman and have friends. It's never too late to make small changes. If the company fails or you get fired, you find the next thing and kick its ass, just maybe with a little lighter touch."
"Thank you," she said. "And thank you for being nice to me, you have every reason not to be. I should have been nicer to you."
"Don't sweat it," I replied. "Water under the bridge. Happy to start over."
Amanda got up and excused herself to go to the bathroom. I stood and looked out the hotel window. This second-floor room had a very small balcony with a railing and overlooked a small park and common area of the resort.