Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Weekend in the mountains part 7-- more of Janelle's daring story

Janelle continued her story as we sat in the mountains, near the waterfall, with not another soul nearby.

J: OK, I'll tell you the rest, Wil, just hang on.  So, the manager says, 'What do ya think?  I'd love to put  you both on the list.'  And Jill says to him, 'can we talk this over a sec?' He says, 'Sure, why not go over in that booth and talk it out.  Can I bring you a glass of wine, a beer, or Pepsi or anything? On the house, of course.'

So, we go sit in this booth where we can both see the stage and before we get into the discussion he brings us both a soda and says, 'I just want to say one more thing, 'cause I know this is a little scary for you two.  This is a fun club, we don't have a rough crowd-- that bunch goes across the road. If somebody in here is disrespectful of a dancer they get tossed.  People know that.  We only want guys in here who love women, love to see beautiful women, and are willing to show that appreciation with cheers, applause, and tips. I really think you'll have fun but I know for sure you'll be treated well. I will make sure of that.  Just let me know what you decide. Think it through.'

Me: Good salesman.  I should have had him working for me.

J: Yeah. Really. Now I'm scared to death, but not because it seems reckless or daring, which it obviously is, but because now I'm really gettin' into the idea of doing this.  But I don't tell Jill that and she starts talking and it's sounding to me like she's getting cold feet and I'm thinking, hey! what's up with that?, she was so crazed for doing it when we came out here. So I listen to her and when she stops I say real calm and slow, 'Gee, I don't know, Jill, I think I want to do it.'  She looks at me to see if I'm joking and then starts to smile, 'Well, alright  then! We're doing it, Babe!' 

We give a little fist bump and sit back to finish our drinks while watching a brunette dance.
After a couple of seconds Jill says, 'Babe, we're like ten times hotter than that chick.  We're  gonna win this thing!'

Not long after the manager comes back and looks at us both and says, 'I hope those big, beautiful smiles are because you've decided to do it.'  And we both say, 'We're in!'

Me: Cool. I'm loving this story Janelle.

J: I'm glad 'cause I was afraid you'd think I'm Slutty McSlutslut or something.  I've never told anybody before... but I trust you, for some crazy reason, I don't know why.

So the manager tells us to sit still for a second because he needs to get some paperwork.  He comes back and we have to show him IDs and he copies information off our licenses and some stuff onto forms that we sign and then he says, 'You should use stage names.  Do you have any in mind?'
Neither of us had even thought of that so he says to Jill, 'OK, How about if you're Dixie,' and to me he says, 'and you be Belle. Since you're both sweet Southern Belles.'

We agree to our new names and then he says, 'OK, here's a lot of stuff you need to know. The first girl of the ten will go on at 8 PM and we usually get through the list by 9:30. The final portion begins at 10 and can last until after 11.  If you want to try table dancing after the contest, win or lose, we're open until 2 AM. You should be here no later than 7 PM but you can come earlier if you want to get used to the room.  Check in with me, I'll be at the back door, I'll show you where in a minute.  That 8-11 PM period is prime time on a Friday night.  So being on time is really important.

You'll have a small cubby in the dressing room but the less stuff you carry in the better. Leave valuables at home, er, at your hotel, or locked up in the car.  You will park right at the back and nobody can get to your cars-- whenever you leave one of my guys will walk you to your car. OK?  

Very important! You have to supply your stage wear.  The only rule on that is you must wear high heels. No bare feet, no flat shoes.  Since both of you are wearing high-heeled boots right now I'm sure you know exactly why you must wear high heels.  Bikini, lingerie, whatever you want to be seen in... that's all up to you.  By the end of your solo dance you need to be topless.  Frankly, the longer your top is off during your solo the better chance you have of winning prize money. Our liquor license requires that you not be totally nude.  However, most of the regular dancers use a g-string that is little more than dental floss. That is completely up to you but, again, granny panties will keep you out of the money... probably.  Any questions?' 

We were both dumbstruck. This was really happening.  Wil, when he was going through all that information I was nervous, excited, crazed, scared, and, well, aroused.

Me: No kidding, hearing the story is getting to me!  How was Jill with all of it?

J: She told me later she got the same sort of thrill out of this part. I think it was because we were right there in the club with the music going and, by the way, the place was filling up for Happy Hour too so there were table dances going on as well as the main stage stuff.  There was action going on all around us now.  

So, Jill asks where we can get stuff to wear and he tells us where there's a lingerie shop and also where there's an adult store. He recommends the adult store for shoes unless we brought sexy heels on our ski trip. Then the last thing, before he shows us where we're supposed to show up, he takes Polaroid shots of us both.  One face shot and one full body, clothed of course, and we go with him up to the main entrance.  There's a wall display case where the guys stop to pay the cover charge and in there he has two pictures of each of the girls who has signed up so far.  So, like everybody coming in Thursday night and during the afternoon Friday can check out the amateur talent.  With a Sharpie he writes Dixie on the white part below the picture on Jill's photos and Belle on mine.  Then he puts them on display with the seven other girls' pictures that are already up.  He closes the case and locks it.  We're, of course, checking out all of the competition.  There are two guys in the entrance way waiting to go in and the manager looks at them and says, to us, 'I have to lock your pictures up or these guys will steal them!' 


The guys look at us and then at the pictures then at us and, I swear Wil, the one guy, Beavis-like says, 'Whoa! You two dolls are dancing here tomorrow night?'  Before we can do anything but laugh the manager says, 'Yes, they sure are.  Be here at 8 PM to see for yourself.' and the other guy, Butthead,  looks back as they're walking into the club and kinda whoops, 'Oh, Hell yeah!' 

Me: Crazy stuff. So, going in you're basically just humoring Jill.  You have no intention of actually doing it, right?  So, what changed your mind?

J: I'm not certain.  But I think it was a couple things... the club was really nice, not a dump at all.  I know it was a strip joint so this sounds stupid, but it was really classy.  And, the manager we talked to was nothing like I imagined.  I figured he'd be like a hood or something and we'd leave and laugh about how silly it all was.  But, he was really nice, very professional, and very, uh, reassuring, ya know? 

Me: Sure.  There might have been something more too.  The thought of being adored by a couple hundred guys who were willing to pay money to look at you... maybe that too?

J: Maybe.  Yeah, maybe.

to be continued...

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Weekend in the Mountains part 6-- Daring Janelle

Janelle's "crazy daring" story really did surprise me.  Here it is to best of my recollection as she told it to me.

J: OK, so I was about 27 or 28 and my best friend at the time, she was my age too, we were both single and not even seriously dating anybody, decided to go on a ski vacation in January.  We both lived here, she's since moved away, and we would go skiing at the slopes near here but we really wanted to try skiing out west where the snow is so much better.  Plus, we were single and, well... You know?

Me: Sure. So this was like 2003 or so? 

J: That would be about right. So, anyway, we went to Colorado, flew out on a Monday night, flying back the next Monday morning.  We were going for too long a time as it turned out but, what did we know, we'd never skied out west before.

Anyhow so we ski on Tuesday, and Wednesday and by Thursday we're already tired and looking for a break.  Now, you'd have to know my girlfriend, Jill, but she's really gorgeous, white skin like porcelain and reddish blonde hair.  Very fit, great body.  And, I'm pretty much like I am today except everything's a little firmer and maybe I weighed a couple pounds less.

Me: So, in a word, stunning. And Jill sounds nice too.

J: Thanks, silly.  I'm not totally sure I should tell you this.   

(PAUSE to re-consider.)

OK, what the heck, so we spend Thursday avoiding the ski runs--hanging around town, shopping, drinking, eating, doing a buncha touristy stuff.  It's a fun day.  In the afternoon we're driving around town-- I'm driving our rental car-- and Jill looks down this street that heads out of town-- we're out past the cool part of town at this point.  She sees two strip clubs down this road that's got small warehouses and stuff.  She makes me turn and go down that way. These two clubs are across the road from each other and on one there's a sign that says like, "Home of 19 beautiful girls... and 1 ugly one" or something dumb like that.  The other one has a sign out by the road that says, "Friday night amateur night $$$ cash prizes."

Me: Oh-oh.

J: Yeah, no kidding.  So Jill starts in on me. 'We gotta do this 'Nelle.  C'mon! Nobody knows us out here.  It won't matter who sees us... we live like thousands of miles from here.  C'mon, 'Nelle!"  And I'm not into it at all but she just keeps working on me.  I drive back into the nice part of the town and she won't stop trying to convince me. We go get coffee at this place and still she won't quit.  Finally she says, 'OK, Babe, let's just go out there now, in broad daylight, and go in... we'll see if the manager or somebody is there so we can ask about the whole amateur thing... if it skeezes us out we'll bounce, I swear.'  

Me: Jill wore you down, didn't she?

J: Yeah. Well, at least enough to go back out there.  I drive us back out there and, I have to admit the place looks a lot nicer than the dump across the street... from the outside anyway. But, I'm thinking there's no way we're doing this. Still just asking about it will be kind of an adventure.  I mean I'd never even been inside one of those places before.  Oh, by the way, we're in our best snow bunny gear too since we were going to stay off the slopes. All the super cool clothes we bought for the trip-- cute parkas, great jeans, knee-high fashion boots... so, I admit, we're both thinking we look pretty hot.  

There are like maybe a dozen cars in the lot, not crowded, when we go in.  It's so dark in there  we stop just inside to let our eyes adjust and while we're standing there these two guys, dressed really nice like, ya know doctors or lawyers or something, are leaving and the one just stops dead and looks at us and says, 'If you two are here to dance next shift we're not going back to the office today.'  Inside I freak but Jill acts all cool-like and says, 'No, we're signing up for amateur night tomorrow.'  So the guy is like, 'we'll be back for that, for sure!'

Me: Wow, was that pretty exciting? Or kinda creepy?

J: Yeah. Hmmm. I mean it's weird. If the same guy had walked up to us in the coffee shop and said something cheezy, I dunno, but because we're inside a strip club, it's different somehow.  Honestly, it gave me a jolt.  And Jill was just so cool about it too-- she just flashes her big smile when he says the thing about coming back to see us. 

(Shakes her head and Pauses again.)

Anyway, the sound system is just killer in this place.  I've never been in, you know, a regular dance club that sounded like this, so freakin' hot, big bass pounding but not distorted, right? Killer! And we watch this blonde on stage and there are like ten guys sitting at the edge of the stage stuffing money in her g-string or putting bills on the stage for her to pick up.  And, she's alright but nothing that would stop traffic. Still these guys are nearly throwing money at her, ya know? And I realize that both of us, Jill and me, are moving to the beat... the thump is soooo strong in there and you just move, ya can't help it.  So, by now the manager has seen us standing there and comes up and says something very nice to us about how we look-- not sleazy like a creep hittin' on us-- just real cool. Then he asks if we would like a table or booth and Jill says, 'No, my friend and I wanted to find out more about amateur night.' Well, his eyes just light up.  

He tells us that they limit it to ten girls, all ten dance one song solo, then they bring all ten out together after the tenth solo and you just move to the music while the crowd votes for the top three.  This guy, the manager, decides by how loud they clap, yell, and scream who the top three are.  Then those three dance another solo dance and there's another vote.  First place $500, 2nd $250, and 3rd $100.  Plus you can keep all tips from your solo-- don't have to split with the house-- and, after the contest you can stay and table dance for tips-- no split with the house although you're supposed to tip out the DJ and waitresses if you stay. At that point I didn't even know what a "table dance" was-- I thought he meant getting up on a table or something!

Me: Just a babe in the woods.

J: Ha! Jill says, 'Well, that sounds pretty good.  But we're true amateurs, not strippers.  Would we have a chance?'  He laughs and says, 'I can't guarantee anything but I've already signed up seven girls and you two, if you can dance at all, are running 1 & 2 right now.'  I get another electric jolt out of that Wil, I have to say.  An hour later back in town I'm thinking he's bullshittin' us but at the time he said it, well...

'I've had girls in here that stay to table dance after they win and walk out with a grand for four or five hours in the club,' he told us.  Jill says, 'There's nothing expected on the side, right?  I mean we just want to do it as an experience, we're not skanks.'  And he says, 'Well, I don't want to know what exactly you mean by that, but we have security for all our dancers, including the girls on amateur night.  If anybody makes you feel uncomfortable you tell me and I'll take care of it.  Let me just say this, ladies, this place will be packed tomorrow night. The reason I don't take any of your tip money is that amateur night fills this place to the rafters during ski season.  I make mine on the $20 cover and beer sales. And, we get a reputation for showcasing the most beautiful women in the state.'

Me: So, Did you dance?  Did you win?  This is way better than my teenage skinny dippin' story, Janelle. 

...to be continued

Friday, August 26, 2016

Weekend in the mountains part 5

I woke up at 5:30 AM Saturday after a good night's sleep.  I seldom sleep past 6 AM so it wasn't unusual to be showered, shaved and ready for breakfast by 6:30.  I'd already had two cups of K-cup coffee in the room before I sat down in the restaurant and started in on cup number three for the young day.

I had no idea what Janelle had in mind for us but, seeing that the weather was supposed to be warm and clear all day, I was planning on driving the parkway through the mountains with a few stops for hikes.

After bacon, eggs, grits with cheddar, and still more black coffee I was back in the suite.  I checked my phone and saw that someone had called a little after 7AM.  The message was short and the voice was one I'd heard quite a bit of last night.
"Wake up!" was Janelle's entire message.
I put her number in my phone and then hit the button.
She answered, "About time you woke up."
Her warm Southern-girl voice sounded husky and, frankly, sexy as hell.  My cock twitched just hearing her talk.

"Woke up?  I'm showered shaved, fed and on my second pot of coffee just waiting for you, dear."
"Riiiiiggggght," she laughed.
"We're burnin' daylight, girl. Get your... self over here," I said.
"Hey, you're not kidding.  Um, give me thirty minutes.  What's the room number?" she said.
"You can't get on this floor without a key so call me when you get near.  Park that beast of yours in the garage behind the hotel.  You're dressing for riding in a convertible on the parkway, and hiking some, right?"
"I am now.  See you in thirty or so," Janelle said.

Janelle was wearing dark green walking shorts, low cut leather boots with ankle socks. Above the waist she had on a white sleeveless t-shirt with a Georgia Bulldogs logo.  She was carrying a red and green plaid cotton shirt, and a small canvas bag instead of a purse.  She had pulled her hair back and caught it up with a big clip high on the back of her head.  She had two silver earrings in both ears-- a small hoop in the lobe and a silver stud above it.  As we pulled out of the garage in my Mercedes two-seater she put on the sunglasses I saw her wear Friday.

"West or east?" I said as we neared the entrance to the Blue Ridge Parkway.
"Either is great but it's more rugged to the west," she said.
I looked over at her.  She was wearing very little make-up but did have on some dark lipstick that looked fantastic.  I couldn't believe she was 40.  Her skin was flawless.
"West it is," I said.

At the first pullout I set the parking break and pulled back on the button that lowered the top in about 12 seconds.  For the next 45 minutes or so we roared west on the parkway stopping at overlooks to shoot photographs or just talk a bit.  The twists and turns, ascents and descents, were handled well by the car.  It was every bit as fun to drive on this road as I expected.

About a mile from another pullout Janelle said, "I think there's one up here on the right that has a trailhead.  There's a loop trail that goes down by a really nice, high waterfall.  This time of year with the run-off it should be spectacular."
"Let's do it," I said.

At the pullout we found the trail.  We stowed our stuff in the trunk, Janelle took nothing but her phone and tied the plaid shirt around her waist.  I took nothing but a camera, put the top back up on the car, and locked up.  It was a trail of moderate difficulty.  Down sloping to the north heading out and a fair climb back to the car.  It was supposed to take an hour roundtrip, but longer if you spent time at the waterfall of course.

A lot of the trail didn't have tree cover and the sun was up in the sky now so it was pretty hot hiking.
We had seen very few cars on the parkway and nobody was parked at the trailhead when we left.  So far we had seen nobody else on the trail.  You could hear no man-made sounds.  It was exactly what I needed.  Twenty-four hours into my trip it seemed like I had made a great decision coming here instead of the beach.

As we came around a bend you could hear the sound of moving water.  Abut five minutes later we came to a fork.  It was a spur trail that took you to the left down to the pool below the falls.  We headed that way.  Not ten minutes later we were sitting next to each other on a fallen log looking at a beautiful waterfall.  The sound was loud enough we had to huddle close to talk.

After a few minutes Janelle said, "I am so warm from that hike I'm dying to take my clothes off and stand under the falls."
"Go ahead," I said.
"I should," she said.
After a few seconds I held out my camera.  "Video or stills?"
"That's just what I need... you'd put me naked on the Internet."
"The hell I would," I said, "private use only."
She smirked at me.
"Will you get in the water with me?"
"The last thing I want is for you to see me naked in broad daylight, Janelle.  We have a nice relationship starting here and that would kill it," I said.
She leaned over and kissed me on the neck. Then she got right up to my left ear and said softly, "I like the sound of that word."
"Naked?" I said.
She smiled.

Janelle finally decided it was too risky to strip down and stand under the falls.  I didn't press the issue.  I was pretty sure I was going to be seeing her naked body later anyway.  But before we started our hike back up the trail we had a discussion about doing crazy or daring things.  She challenged me to tell her something crazy I'd done.  I thought hard and every crazy thing I could come up with involved sex.  Lots and lots of sex.  I didn't want to spring any of that on her.

I did finally come up with a time in the summer after my senior year in high school when my girlfriend and I were on a day long trip with my best friend and his girlfriend.  We ended up at this limestone quarry where kids swam illegally.  We found a secluded area and all four of us got naked. We were seventeen at the time and probably inspired by watching the Woodstock movie.  My friend's girlfriend was a ballet dancer and had an exquisite, lithe body with pert teacup breasts.  That part I remember vividly. (I saw her at our 20th reunion and she brought that trip up to me-- which shocked me-- but she didn't offer another look at her breasts. My old girlfriend, Denise, also came to that reunion. I banged her like a screendoor twice before the weekend was through.)

Having told Janelle my skinny-dipping story-- leaving out the part about the reunion-- I challenged Janelle to come up with one.  What she told me surprised me a lot. 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Weekend in the mountains part 4

It was cool, not cold, when we stepped out of the restaurant at a few minutes before 10 PM.
"Do you have a long drive home from here?"
"No, less than ten minutes.  I'm parked a few blocks over that way," she said.
She made a wave with her left hand in the direction away from my hotel.
The light breeze coming down off the mountains and through the forest smelled fresh and clean. I breathed it in deeply before saying, "Would you like to come up for a drink or some coffee before you head home?"

She wavered for a moment.

"I should get home. I'm pretty tired from a long day," Janelle said.
She looked disappointed.
"Yeah, I took a nap this afternoon, as you know,  so I'm not that tired... but I can see where you would be.  Let me walk you to your car though, OK?"
She brightened.
"Sure. I'd like that."

We strolled along looking at storefronts and continuing our conversation about a million things.  We were rapidly getting to know one another and, for my part, I was enjoying her company more all the time.

When we got to her black on black Jeep Wrangler she dug her phone out of her purse.
"Give me your number so I don't have to ring that annoying hotel phone again," she said.
I had told her at dinner how jarring that sound was.
She punched in the numbers as I said them.
"I'm going to call you in the morning, sleepy head.  I don't want you wandering around on your own this weekend.  You're my responsibility from now until you leave town Monday morning."
I laughed.
"Sounds perfect to me," I said.
We hugged like old friends.
She got up behind the wheel of her overgrown toy truck.
"I can drop you off at the hotel," she said.
"No, thanks, but I need the walk," I said.

She rolled away after a wave.

I walked to the hotel at a brisk pace. The doorman was no longer on duty.  The man at the front desk greeted me and bid me a good evening.

Back in my room I watched a bad movie for about 15 minutes. 

Then I read a book, briefly. 

Finally I got out my tablet and went to a porn site.  I sorted through looking for olive-skinned women with dark hair, big racks and round butts.  

None of what I found looked as good as the memory of Janelle.


Friday, August 19, 2016

Weekend in the mountains 3

I moved the few things I was traveling with-- a small suitcase, tablet/ e-reader, and camera bag-- into my suite and found the layout was comfortable. There was a large bathroom near the front door and a living room with couch, armchair with ottoman, a desk and chair, and a big TV sitting on the cabinet that housed drawers as well as a mini-fridge and a microwave.

Most of the far wall was floor to ceiling glass.  A wide sliding door exited onto a balcony.  The balcony was big enough to walk out onto and enjoy the view of the boulevard below and the mountains beyond.  It was not, however, big enough to hold any furniture. The bedroom with king bed was separate from the sitting area but there wasn't a second bathroom.  I guess that's why it was a mini-suite and not a suite.  Although the hotel had been open for a few years the room looked unused. 

I unpacked, opened the sliding door wide and dropped myself onto the big, comfy armchair.  Not long after I put my feet up on the ottoman I fell asleep.  When I woke to the sound of birds chirping on the balcony I got up, closed the slider, and did a quick look around the room to make sure I didn't have any birds in the room.  Luckily, none were there.  I turned up the fan on the A/C, stretched out on the couch, and started to read.  Sometime before 4 o'clock I dozed off again.

The phone ringing awakened me.  It was startling really as it had been a long time since I'd heard a desk phone ring. I fumbled around, half awake, before finding the receiver on the end table.
" 'lo," I mumbled.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I woke you, didn't I..." she said.
" 'sokay," I said.
"This is Janelle..."
"Hey, Janelle."
I was waking up, slowly.
"... I just thought I'd invite you to meet a bunch of us for after-work drinks," she said.
"Oh, uh, I don't know anybody, I mean, I..."
"That's no problem. It's just a few of us... we try to go out after work on Friday's...  just a drink or two not a long night... and you'd get along with everybody... besides the place we're going is only a couple blocks from the hotel..."
"I guarantee you'll enjoy yourself," Janelle said.
"Um, OK, what time is it, I mean what time should I be there..."
She gave me the time and the name of the brewpub.  I knew where it was.  About a four block walk if I remembered correctly from when I drove into the village earlier.

It was just after 6 PM when I arrived.  I saw Janelle and her group just as she saw me and waved.
I got introduced to everyone.  They were, for the most part, younger than Janelle and therefore a hell of a lot younger than me. There were eight people including me at a big table with bench seating.  The waitress came over soon after I met everyone.  I ordered an amber ale and told her to put the first two rounds for everyone at the table on my tab.  That instantly made me the most popular guy at the table.  Well, there was only one other guy at the table-- the rest were young women.

I recognized two from Janelle's group at lunch.  While some of the people worked with her, others worked at various places in this self-contained shopping and retail village. They told me how everybody met one another and how they came to have this group of friends. It interested me in terms of group dynamics but, of course, beyond that I didn't much care.  It was just conversation. But it was clear they all enjoyed being with one another and that they saw Janelle as sort of a leader. I got an answer for why all the women were dressed up at lunch too.  Seems that Janelle and her friends do it as a reverse on the old casual Friday thing that was in vogue back when I used to work in a corporate office.  Since every day now is casual dress day they decided to have dress up Fridays and go out to a better restaurant for lunch once a month.  It's an excuse to buy nice clothes too, one of the group confided.

Everybody was nice, bright, clever and being around them made me feel good about the future of the world. Eventually the group dwindled down to Janelle, me, and a cute twenty-something blonde named Suze. Rather than order more to drink I suggested we find a place to eat more substantial fare than pretzels and peanuts. As I was settling up the bill Suze begged off on the dinner invitation.  Janelle and I were on our own.

She knew a place a couple blocks walk back towards my hotel.  The food was good and the conversation was great.  I let her do most of the talking but I listened closely.  I had decided back at the brewpub that I really should make every effort to fuck this curvy girl this weekend.

And, after all, listening attentively to a woman is the most seductive thing a man can do.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Weekend in the Mountains 2

I looked up to see that a woman was approaching my table.  I put the menu down and began to stand up when it was clear she was, indeed, coming over to see me.  She was about 5'6", not slender but only a troll would call her overweight.  Curvaceous, definitely, with olive skin and dark brown hair.  She was wearing a snug-fitting black skirt that came just below the knee and a black blouse. A thin black belt with silver buckle defined the point where the skirt and blouse met at the narrowest part of the hourglass.  A simple thin silver chain necklace and a big clunky silver watch with a black leather band were the only accessories.  A classic look with a bit of funkiness tossed in by the big watch and black leather ankle high boots.

"Oh, don't get up," she said.
I, of course, stood up and with a gesture of my hand suggested that she sit down in the chair to my right.  As she nodded slightly and sat I returned to my seat.
I looked at her quizzically and before I could ask her anything she spoke.
"I'm sorry to bother you... but we're leaving in a moment and... well, when you walked in I was certain I knew you.  Now, I'm not so sure... shoot, this is embarrassing."
"Don't worry about it," I said, "who did you think I was?"
"Somebody I met a long time ago. William Wilson's his name, but..."
"That's me," I said.

Of course my mind was racing now.  I figured that she was about mid-30s so "a long time ago" probably ruled out any relationship.  Besides, there's no way I would've forgotten her if we'd ever been together and I was certain I didn't know who she was.

"So I was right!  It is you!" She was delighted to have not been mistaken.  I was relieved that she was so happy.

"But how, if I may ask, do you know me?" I said.

With that she began to tell me about her first job out of college twenty years ago at a radio station in Atlanta.  There had been some problems with the station manager and I had been the guy who came in from out of town to work with him and, as it turned out, eventually fire him.  I remembered that whole mess, of course, but sadly didn't remember the then-new receptionist. She forgave me for not remembering her, "Well you had your hands full with all the problems at that place. I was pretty low on the totem pole then."

"Things got better after I put, ______ in there though, right?"
"Oh my god, yes, you were like our hero after that," she said.
"Well, I'm glad it worked out.  Hard to believe it was twenty years ago though," I said.
"Tell me about it!"
"Well, you certainly don't look old enough to have been at W___ at that time."
"Thanks, that's sweet, but, yeah, I'm gettin' up there. Just turned forty last month."

"Well, you know my name but I don't know yours."
"I'm Janelle, Mr. Wilson," she said.
"Hello, Janelle, please call me Wil," I said as we shook hands.

We had a bit more conversation until we could hear that the five women at her table were getting up to leave.  I had been able to see them over Janelle's left shoulder as we spoke and they seemed very interested in our conversation although I couldn't tell if they'd actually heard any of it. 

As we stood up and she started to go with her friends she said, "You'll like the food here.  The lunch menu's very good-- sorry I've kept you from ordering."  She smiled broadly. 
"That's OK Janelle, it was fun to meet you, again. Thanks for coming over to talk. I hope the food's  good,  I'm staying here all weekend and might be too lazy to go anywhere else."

She looked back at her friends and said to them, "Go on ahead, I'll catch up in a second, OK?"
Smiles and nods greeted that statement and her crew headed across the lobby to the doors leading onto the street.

Janelle stepped back closer to me and put her left hand on my right arm at the elbow.
"I'm feeling really brave today, I guess, but since I was correct about recognizing you, well, I'm on a roll so I'll say this too... people really appreciated that you listened to them and fired that guy back then. And you replaced him with someone who was really great too, so yeah, it was a really good thing what you did. You should know that."
"Thanks, Janelle. It's nice to hear," I said.
"And, I'm not done, (long pause)... ah, no I'm done. Bye."
She turned and walked away.  I stood there watching her leave the restaurant and go across the lobby where the doorman nodded as she walked out into the bright sunlight. I saw her stop and pull a pair of sunglasses from her purse. Sunglasses on she walked in front of the big windows without looking back in the hotel even once.

The waitress came to take my order shortly after I sat back  down.  I ordered a club sandwich and iced tea. It was excellent.  I kept thinking about how amazing it was that somebody recognized me from  a brief encounter twenty years ago.  I thought about how she had left abruptly, getting choked up maybe, I couldn't tell for sure.  What was that about?  And I also thought a lot about what she looked like from behind when she was striding purposefully.  The girl knew how to work a long, tight, slit skirt to her best advantage.  Seeing Janelle walk was going to keep me up nights.

As I was signing the receipt for lunch the charming woman from the front desk came over to tell me that my room was ready and, for waiting, they had upgraded me to a mini-suite.  My relaxing weekend was off to a good start.


Friday, August 5, 2016

One Weekend-- 2016

Many years ago I had a period where I believed I was coming off the rails.  It was when I was still up to my neck in a demanding career, had a young family, and enjoyed a vigorous extracurricular life outside of both of those areas.  I knew I was close to a crack up and pulled back just in time. 

This past winter and early spring I began to get the first sense of things rattling apart again. Hadn't felt that way in twenty years but the sensation came rushing back to me.  This time the pressures were all from multi-generational family responsibilities.  I won't go into detail but will say that I had become the go-to person to help in four very stress-filled areas simultaneously.  After a few months it was clear to me that I needed a break-- even just a three-day weekend break-- to get back the energy needed to cope with these unceasing issues. 

Those three days ended up being nothing like what I had planned.


It was a last minute thing, this idea of taking off for a quick getaway.  A friend made his beach condo available to me and I decided to take him up on it.  I'd been there before and enjoyed it.  The beach there is spectacular and the restaurants pretty good.  His condo is about a four hour drive from here on the top floor of a solid building with a view that extends many miles out to sea.  The other time I had been there with a wild young lady and we had enjoyed it immensely.  The building is well soundproofed and we tested that out several times that weekend with prolonged, loud, ass-smacking, titty-slapping fuck and suck sessions.  I remembered that uninhibited weekend fondly. 

But this time I'd be traveling alone. I thought that the cure to my tension would be long hours of reading, napping, beach walking, drinking, and more napping over a Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  I looked forward to it.  Several days before I was to leave I got an email offer from a hotel chain I try to always use when traveling.  The offer was for a great rate at a new property of theirs about a two hour drive northwest from here up in the mountains. My first thought was, "too bad that's when I'm going to the ocean," followed quickly by the realization that it would be cooler and less crowded in the mountains. The town is known for craft breweries, beautiful scenery, and peace and quiet out in the woods.  The beach idea drifted away.  I switched plans and booked a room with a mountain view.

I made arrangements for my responsibilities to be covered and drove off Friday morning.  I decided to drive the 2-seat drop-top roadster instead of the big sedan.  It's not the most comfortable ride on the Interstate in that little car but I figured it would be a blast driving the winding mountain roads on Saturday and Sunday. The weather was clear and hot when I left at 10AM.  When I pulled into a garage behind the hotel at 12:15 PM it was clear and about fifteen degrees cooler than the afternoon forecast at the beach.  I was thinking I'd made a good call.

It was too early to check into the hotel so I walked around the little shopping / residential/ office village. The entire area had been built out of the forest in the past ten years not far from the Interstate and about a ten minute drive from the funky mountain city.  It was a lovely little village -- clean and without any distinctive character other than newness.  A lot of nice stores and restaurants though and the whole craft brewery thing had, thankfully, made its way from the nearby city to this village.

At 1PM I strolled back to the hotel.  Check out wasn't until 2PM but I thought they might be able to check me in earlier.  The woman at the desk was very charming but unable to get me a room yet.  She suggested I have lunch in their lobby restaurant and she'd come tell me when my room was ready.  Sounded like a plan. A nice walk around the village followed by a leisurely lunch-- I was relaxing already.

With it being after 1PM there were very few people in the restaurant.  As I followed the hostess we passed  near a table where six women were seated talking over the remnants of their meal.  I glanced at them and noticed they were all dressed and groomed nicely.  I was glad I wasn't unshaven and wearing shorts and a dirty t-shirt. I assumed these ladies were from some nearby business and taking a long Friday lunch, dawdling before going back to the grind.  No retail store or small office could allow six employees off for lunch at one time though.  I was mildly curious. The three facing me as I passed their table returned my look.  Smiles were exchanged.  I sat down, thanked the hostess, and looked at the menu.  After a minute or so I sensed that one of the women had gotten up from the table and was walking towards me.