Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Episode 32

"Well, hello there, partner."

Blake was on his second beer after three shots of the best whiskey the Rainbow had to offer when Jeni DuMont sidled up to him at the bar.

"Jeni? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" Well on his way to getting totally shit-faced, Blake didn't care about cliches or ogling his newest business partner in a decidedly unprofessional manner. "Nice outfit," he said, letting his gaze linger on her breasts, which curved out provocatively from a low-cut, shiny purple top. Her white jeans looked as if they'd been spray-painted on, and he wanted to grab her ass so bad it hurt.

"Buy me a drink?" she asked.

"I'll buy you anything you want, doll."

Oh, boy, this is going to be a cinch, Jenni thought. She rubbed against his leg accidentally-on-purpose as she hoisted herself on the bar stool.

"I'll have a rum and Coke," she told the bartender. Then she leaned over Blake, making sure her chest made contact with his arm. "Tell you what, cowboy, you buy this round and then let's head over to my place. I've got a real nice bar set up, and I can show you the plans for Spa-La-La."

The luxury day spa was Jeni's new business venture. She had plenty of capital, so she didn't need his money, but she had approached Blake to ask if he would help her formulate a business plan. Flattered that she would seek him out, he'd offered a few suggestions. They'd met a couple of times, first at the library, then at Starbucks, and he'd relished feeling appreciated for his business acumen. Jeni made him feel manly in a way Genevra hadn't for a long, long time.

Blake wasn't stupid, but he was bored, resentful, and restless. "That sounds like a fine idea, my dear."

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