There’s nothing like being recognized for a job you love! And waking up with an invitation to lunch from the owner of the competition’s publisher house is the mother of wake up calls. But even better than that is telling him you already have plans and rescheduling for a happy hour at an Irish pub.

So there we met, Mickey <like the mouse, nickname he carries since preschool>, Lele, his partner, and me. Crazy as ever.

Small surprise: I knew both of them by name, but I had no idea how they looked like; and I truly wish someone had told me Mickey was so utterly hot!!! I had to prepare myself,  psychologically I mean. He had no right to be that hot. I figured he’d be smart, but not brilliant, funny, charming, sexy, cool… I really wasn’t prepared for all that.

Well, anyway, we set and asked for the first round of Guinness. So we barely start talking and before the waitress came back Lele shoots, merciless: “We know you’re happy with your current Publisher, but we like your work and are willing to make worth your while.”

Bold girl… beautiful, sexy, elegant, confident. If only she knew I have the hots for girls with balls.

He just set there, quiet, oblivious, observing.

I swear it wasn’t fear, but I felt a bit intimidated by the whole situation, I had to get out for a second. Little girl’s room. And of course I had to check my hair and cleavage…

When I came back our pints were expecting for me. So we toasted and I changed the subject. Talked about how much I love this beer, how great is Ireland, blablabla… they knew what I was doing, of course, but pretended they didn’t notice. I love those type of gentleman tacit agreement.

So we ate, we drank, we laughed and Lele changed her tactic: “Enough with the Guinness! Long Island Ice Tea anyone?

I normally don’t do that, but I must hand it to this girl. I mean it! She was daring me, I couldn’t chicken. Knowing, evidently, that Long Island Ice Tea is the strongest drink on the biosphere.

Two “Ice Teas” later, we were all beyond the beyond. I kept on trying to keep at least a few synapses working in case they wanted to talk business again. Not successfully, I admit.

Meanwhile, his leg kept touching mine under the table. Sparks flying every time we touched. And I’m thinking, I can’t do this if I want to work with them. You can’t deep your pen on the office’s ink, blablabla, and when I come to my senses (what?!?!?) my hand is grabbing his thigh firmly. It’s incredible how some parts of my body have a life of their own sometimes. Specially if alcoholically stimulated.

More talking, more laughs, more drinks and his hand is under my skirt. And with the abnormal quantity of alcohol running wild up and down my veins it was hard not to show how much I liked that. And the handy finger is working his way inside my panties. Lele’s gorgeous breasts almost jumping right on my face. Long Island spirit taking over me. Naughty little finger taking me to a whole new level of pleasure. I can’t take all this, I have to use the restroom again.

Obviously, Lele came after me. And I didn’t have time for anything: she threw me right on the wall and gave it to me. Other girls came in and left terrified, the full package. But I decided that sex with girls on public restrooms is too 90’s so I told her we had to take the party some place else.

When we came back to the table, Mickey had already taken care of the check and asked for the car.  We rushed to my place and I decided to take control; tied their hands behind their backs, set them side by side and took of my clothes piece by piece. When all I had left was the pair of stockings I decided to have some more fun. So I went to the bar, fixed me up another drink, danced a little… just preparing for the real fun…

I set right in front of them, pulled up my right leg and slid the soft sink inch by inch. Same with the left. I walked towards Lele, untied her hands and gave her one of the stockings. She knew exactly what I had in mind. We blind folded Mickey’s penetrating gorgeous eyes with the silk stocking and started to play a little: I gently laid the tip of my middle finger on his bottom lip. He tried to bite it. Lela’s turn, tip of her tongue played around his lips. He tried to kiss her. She got out. My nipple slid down from his nose to his mouth. I let him feel it with his tongue for almost a second. Curve of Lele’s neck. My back. Lele’s thigh. I set on his lap, facing him. Took my time to unbutton his shirt; Lele took it off. I opened his belt and slowly unzipped his pants; she pulled it underneath me. I got up and we positioned ourselves one at each side, pulling down his boxer shorts with our teeth. He managed to get out of his straps, took off the fold, held my arms behind my back and used the same stocking to tie me up. She laughed, kissing me. He wasn’t that gentle… squeezed my nipples hard while smiling at me. I nearly screamed overwhelmed by such pleasure and pain. Whilst she continued on kissing me, he slapped my face, pinched me, squeezed my arms – at the same time, reminding me how great it is to be a woman. Repeatedly. Lele reminded me how much I like to be me, no limits! Then he let go of me… and I was thankful for not having very close neighbors or the police might have stopped by.

I closed the deal that morning. International distribution and publicity, indecent advances. I couldn’t help but wonder if the mind blowing orgasms throughout the night counted as my Christmas bonus…