The waiter knew she was just about drunk but she thought she was just a little sober so she ordered another double scotch. It wasn't a party because she sat alone and a couple of the men sitting at the bar noticed her long slender legs crossed under her table with her expensive shoes kicked off to the side. The country had changed a lot in the last few years and at times you could see that people were afraid of their government. She knew the feeling as she often wondered if she should change jobs but, after all those years pounding the pavement she could save a few of these poor bastards. She knew the shit was going to hit the fan, it was her job to know.
The waiter knew and so did the male bar customers that this girl wasn't local as her clothes were too expensive and she tossed a twenty dollar bill around like it was a dime. There was an older lady sitting at the bar talking it up with another younger women and they even noticed the lady drinking alone in the corner. Most of the other customers guessed she was another tired whore because at times they hung around inside during bad weather and rested from one job to another. She must have been a high class whore that got lost here and wandered to the wrong side of the tracks. This lady didn't belong here but she was fine and had that big blue eye look and turned your head.
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It was getting late and the cafe bar would close in less than an hour and a half so just a few serious drinkers were holding on until the end.
You could hear a few glasses rattling around and once in a while the cook in the back slapped another plate of shit cold food on the stainless steel shelf. She was hungry but she didn't know about cookie. He needed to shave and looked like he needed a bath and probably a visit to the doctor's office.
The men were making eyes at her and they paid close attention to her long and slender legs under the table.
The lonely lady noticed all the unwanted attention and flashed her pink panties just a little as she adjusted her panty hose. She was flirting just a little as she enjoyed making the boys rub their johnson quietly under the bar. She was a flirt and she knew it but these bums couldn't make the grade. She was in a seedy bar on purpose but it was a mistake. She had been in the car all day and she wanted a drink so the neon sign was calling her name. She pulled up in the parking lot and parked the company car and looked around before she stepped out into the wilderness.
You could hear a few glasses rattling around and once in a while the cook in the back slapped another plate of shit cold food on the stainless steel shelf. She was hungry but she didn't know about cookie. He needed to shave and looked like he needed a bath and probably a visit to the doctor's office.
The men were making eyes at her and they paid close attention to her long and slender legs under the table.
The lonely lady noticed all the unwanted attention and flashed her pink panties just a little as she adjusted her panty hose. She was flirting just a little as she enjoyed making the boys rub their johnson quietly under the bar. She was a flirt and she knew it but these bums couldn't make the grade. She was in a seedy bar on purpose but it was a mistake. She had been in the car all day and she wanted a drink so the neon sign was calling her name. She pulled up in the parking lot and parked the company car and looked around before she stepped out into the wilderness.
As the old man waiter started stacking some chairs he realized that he would have to sweep and maybe mop tonight as several wet fall leaves had been carried in off the soaked sidewalk. It rained all day and most of the evening and the city lights bounced off the lowered clouds.
He glanced out the window and noticed the storm was moving off but the rain hadn't given up as the streets were still flooded. He could see the rain drops falling as they passed through the lights of street lamps. He saw a young couple running through the rain and it looks like they would continue their dating at the corner hotel. She wasn't a bad looking girl and she was holding on tight to her date for the night. Kids just having fun and exploring their self rain or shine.
He glanced out the window and noticed the storm was moving off but the rain hadn't given up as the streets were still flooded. He could see the rain drops falling as they passed through the lights of street lamps. He saw a young couple running through the rain and it looks like they would continue their dating at the corner hotel. She wasn't a bad looking girl and she was holding on tight to her date for the night. Kids just having fun and exploring their self rain or shine.
The lady loner had started off with the happy hour habit of buying one and getting one free. She looked at the one sheet menu and tossed it down so the waiter could get her drink order. If you bought one you could drink two because of the late night specials advertised on a chalk board above the bar.
The waiter noticed she went from two to five drinks in just a few minutes and she was again raising her hand for another waving yet another twenty dollar bill. She was in a hurry to get drunk or get fucked because she was flirting, drinking and mostly posing for the men at the bar. If she knew the guys at the bar she would know better because in this part of town you always had some late night creeps walking around and a couple sitting at the bar this very minute.
The waiter noticed she went from two to five drinks in just a few minutes and she was again raising her hand for another waving yet another twenty dollar bill. She was in a hurry to get drunk or get fucked because she was flirting, drinking and mostly posing for the men at the bar. If she knew the guys at the bar she would know better because in this part of town you always had some late night creeps walking around and a couple sitting at the bar this very minute.
The old man walked behind the bar and poured another double without asking her what she wanted. He came around the bar and walked to her table and placed her new drink next to her empty glass and accepted another twenty. He noticed her ash tray was half full so he grabbed up another one from the next table and cleaned up the table with his wet towel.
The waiter made sure to notice her low neckline again that revealed her creamy white skin and hinted at the natural contours of a beautiful woman. If she was some kind of hooker she must be expensive and the waiter enjoyed his free view and wondered if she gave credit. The guys at the bar were having a good time also and watched her wiggle her toes and stretch her legs.
"My name is Vicky." She took a second to look at him and offered up a slight smile. She was blessed with a stunning smile that she easily shared with other people.
"You can keep the change." She took a tiny sip out of her new drink and tried her best to get a cigarette out of a new pack with little luck. She knew she was drinking too much and smoking too much but it was nice to get off the road, stretch her legs and flirt with the locals. One guy at the bar was kind of cute and she wondered about offering him a drink and a rub down but that wasn't the real her so she calmed down and flirted with the old and safe waiter.
The waiter noticed the watch first but then the diamond ring on her finger that meant she was married and he also asked if she needed some help with a cigarette light. The lady has some money and he wondered why she had stopped into this little dive for drinks. The last time a good looking chic came to this bar she was with a gangster and didn't know it. His name was "Tony" or something and her name was dumb.
"I've got it now, but thanks." She lit her cigarette and noticed that the waiter was waiting for something so she turned to face him again. "My bra was soaked when I came in so I appreciate the time to dry off." at the same time she pulled her top away from her breasts as to show him that her bra was dry again. This lady was bold and had a really nice chest and the waiter truly appreciated the peep show.
"You don't know me and you don't want to know me." She spoke softly, simply and clearly which caught the waiter a little off guard because most drunks sounded like one. "I'm kind of drunk and I don't mean to be an ass I'm just fucking around" and she looked back at the boys at the bar. "Have you signed up for ObamaCare yet? Vicky gave him a quick smile.
"Yes, thank you." The waiter moved back to his stacking of chairs and noticed Vicky was putting on her red leather shoes and taking gulps of her last drink. She could take a gulp and he liked that quality in a woman.
As Vicky pulled on her shoes she spent a few seconds fixing and pulling up her pantyhose discretely and the men at the bar watched carefully but she didn't flirt too much as this one guy at the bar had a hard on or a gun and she looked for both.
With little thought one of the men at the bar walked over to her side of room but for some reason stopped his approach about ten feet away. He was embarrassing himself with his friends but something made him turn right and walk back to the men's room area with a quick look over his shoulder as he walked past Vicky's table.
Maybe he saw Vicky's gun because she didn't have a dick.
Maybe he saw Vicky's gun because she didn't have a dick.
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Vicky drove down to Trump International Hotel where her boss had made her reservations. He promised the rise and dine addition so she could have breakfast in her room without the hassle of crowds in the morning restaurants. She was driving by Central Park so her GPS started giving the warning tone that she was about to arrive. The Trump Hotel was a great place and Vicky liked to hang around rich folks and laugh at them when they were looking. The rich were mostly rich fools and if she was lucky her assignment would let her eat some great steaks and sip on exotic drinks.
She didn't really like New York City but she did like the Trump International Hotel and their Chef in their five-diamond restaurant. Yesterday she walked into her third floor office and her fifth floor boss was standing in her office. It's never that great when the boss meets you upon your arrival but she soldiered on entered her office.
"We've got you booked Vicky at Trump." Madox was a well dressed fifty something that looked really good in a suit but he needed a morning shave. Madox had been up for a while because he always shaved and smelled good. Madox was a well built kind of a guy and was great with people and Vicky liked working with him. As a contractor Vicky wasn't on the payroll per say but she got a check each week and that's what a girl really wanted.
Vickie dropped her bag on her desk "You want to borrow my bathroom for a shave?" Vicky knew something was up because Madox doesn't come in before nine o'clock in the morning and it was only ten minutes after seven. He just kind of stood there thinking to himself which Vicky was used to as he was a thinker and a doer. He was thinking a lot.
"We think you should drive and stay away from airports." Madox looked past Vicky and hoped the sun would break out of the clouds today. He looked out the window for a while as Vicky put her junk in order and sat down on the corner of her desk.
"You've got the nice room and the rise and dine breakfast so you can relax a little." Madox tossed in that Trump had remodeled their spa so maybe the company could throw in a dip of luxury. Vicky looked at her watch like she was now in a hurry but before she could respond the phone on her desk rang. The phone didn't ring much so she kind of jumped.
"Vicky Shine, hello." She grabbed up the phone with her left hand and walked behind her desk and immediately kicked off her shoes.
"Yes, he's here now in my office." Vicky looked up at Madox as she listened intently to the voice on the phone.
"Yes, I will sir." Vicky hung up the phone and stood there for a moment like she had just heard a secret.
"That was Mr. Edward Vanda on the phone Madox." Vicky sat down at her desk and tossed her purse on the credenza behind her and took off her gun and leather holster and placed them inside her middle desk drawer. She always had a gun, day and night and they last time she qualified she was ranked number three in the entire unit. In fact, she beat Madox every time on every shoot.
"Why am I going to New York City boss?" Vicky knew Madox pretty well after eight years so they could have a conversation without all the yes sir stuff. She kept silent and kept looking.
"Vicky I'll call you at the hotel and let you know the details." and with that Madox turned and walked back out into the office hallway and shut her door on the way out. He didn't say a fucking word but just walked out into the hallway and made a left. It was kind of odd and she guessed that he was on the way to see Mr. Vanda the owner of the joint.
Vicky felt she just had a cheap date as she typed her password into the main-frame computer. She had several messages but she wasn't surprised with all the B.S. in Washington D.C. and a terrorist standing on every corner. Her I.B.M. computer leaped into slow motion but she managed to log on and wondered why so many people sent her email.
She was reading her first message when her office door opened again without a knock. It was Madox.
"Vicky, get up there tonight so you might want to take your laptop and work there." Madox wasn't gone two minutes so Vicky guessed he walked to the end of the hall and turned around. He didn't go to Vanda's office because it sure wasn't on the third floor. Madox was the operational commander of the unit and he only reported to Vanda which was a straight laced squared away old Marine.
"O.K. but, you call me when you can." Vicky grabbed her purse, gun and shoes and followed Madox back out into the office hallway. She was in a hurry but didn't know why.
"Vicky the weather sucks so take it easy. We've got a company car for you downstairs and this envelope has a few instructions and some travel money." Madox looked like he wanted to talk but turned around and walked to his side of the world to the executive elevator. He stopped and turned around like he was about to barf up something but changed his mind.
Vicky went the other way to the working girls elevator and punched the basement button. Once the elevator door opened for Vicky Madox was already out of site and the elevator smelled like the basement her next destination. She hoped the car was clean and didn't smell like the old boy cigar club.
It was going to be a long day.
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The Trump International Hotel was nice and her room was about the size of her apartment in Baltimore but she did notice that Donald Trump had nicer furniture than she did. The Trump was the place to be and the lobby was full of people and some of them sober.
Vicky locked her room door and instantly noticed that her room phone was signaling a message which is never great news.
She picked up the phone and listened to the voice mail and it was Madox. "Call extension 3503 when you get it." and she hung up and then quickly dialed the number.
Madox picked up his room phone on the second ring which means he had been waiting.
"When you walk out the front of the hotel I want you to turn right and then right again and walk across Broadway to the Time Warner Center." That was the total message and Madox was already off the phone.
Vicky hung up the phone and walked across the room to the bathroom and pulled up her silky red dress. She had drank too much and the act of peeing didn't sober her up at all so she washed her face and brushed her hair.
Now since Vicky was in room 3501 that meant Madox was in the hotel room right next door. He hadn't knocked on the door he left a message. Vicky didn't know he was coming to New York City but he was here. He sounded o.k. but he also sounded like he was in a hurry. One thing for sure it was not unusual for Madox to arrange strange meetings in the middle of the night but it was tonight.
Vicky waited to cross Broadway and she saw Madox down the street standing on the front steps of the Time Warner Center. There was a lot of people on the street even at this late hour and couples were wandering around and holding hands. The cab drivers were honking and most likely the crooks were looking for their marks for the night.
"Hi Vicky." he looked right as she approached from his left side and continued, "When was the last time that you got a good fucking Vicky?
Vicky looked at him but didn't respond because maybe alcohol dripped down in her ears and just maybe she heard him wrong. She didn't know what to say so she just scratched her nose and waited. It was her boss so she had to say something;
"It's been a while Madox, thanks for asking." She looked at him and really wondered what was next but he kept talking.
"We're both checked into the same hotel and we have adjoining rooms." The company paid sixteen hundred dollars per room so this was a very expensive night time chat. The Trump wasn't cheap so maybe Madox really did want to bed down and expense the company. Vicky had the thoughts before after her husband ran off with a traffic clerk but Madox was on a move here.
"We're on a business trip together and all the cash and credit card records put us right here right now."
Vicky now wondered who was kind of drunk because she heard Madox but had no idea what he said and she was trying to figure out what was going on. Seemed like dating was business to Madox.
Vicky now wondered who was kind of drunk because she heard Madox but had no idea what he said and she was trying to figure out what was going on. Seemed like dating was business to Madox.
"The hotel and city cameras just filmed you crossing Broadway and meeting a man at the Time building." Madox pointed slightly up to show her the camera pointing directly at the both of them. The F.B.I., C.I.A., N.S.A., D.O.D. or the local newspapers can figure out it's us in about five minutes he continued.
"That camera has everything it needs to capture this late night meeting so come over here and kiss me."
Vicky looked at him and then looked at him again but he didn't even smile. She often wondered about him but a little smile before a kiss would be o.k.
"By the way Vicky I'm also going to grab your ass when you kiss me so don't do anything stupid."
Vicky out of training or fear gently touched the handle grip to her Smith and Wesson nine millimeter to make sure it was still there and took the couple of steps into the arms of Madox.
"Don't fuck around Vicky come over here and give me some tongue." Madox put out his arms as if him and Vicky had been longing to touch each other.
Vicky took the next two steps into the arms of Madox and looked up a little and Madox opened her mouth up and gave her a good sexy kiss and patted her ass. She didn't like it much but Madox was having some fun and rubbed her ass a little too long.
Vicky just kind of stood there as Madox whispered for her to put her arms around him and kiss him again.
Vicky whispered back "I want a raise."
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Madox tapped on Vicky's hotel interior door and she opened it up and looked at Madox walk into her hotel room with a shit eating grin on his face. "You're not a bad kisser girl but I've had better!"
He walked inside her room and continued "We're going to a company meeting at nine o'clock this morning with a client and it's going to last less than an hour." Madox walked in and grabbed the coffee cup and poured himself some breakfast.
Vicky was dressed and already had her orange juice and Madox asked her if she wanted some booze to calm her nerves. "I noticed you tasted like a bar last night." Madox gave her a look that made her smile and feel a little cheap at the same time.
"We both drove company cars to New York and the easy pass toll system will show a clear path to our love nest when the fed's start tracking us." Vicky just sat down and wondered if she should put on her shoes now or just wait for the punch line.
"When's my next review Madox? she leaned back just a little and caught Madox looking at her pantyhose covered legs. "If you're going to grab my ass and keep me up late you have to pay a working girl." Vicky sat up a little straighter.
"Vicky you worked for the F.B.I. for fifteen years before you joined the company." Madox was sipping his hot coffee but was looking for some food. "You've been grabbed before."
"The fed's will figure out that we're lovers and that we meet up on company time to fuck our brains out." He had found some toast but the butter was almost frozen solid.
"After the meeting this morning Vicky we're taking a trip to long island up along the gold coast." "We have another meeting that's got to be off the books so we'll take some private boat transportation."
"You like boats Vicky?"
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