Plan B

Nothing is permanent. On any given night in New York one seems to have plans, backup plans and then what they actually end up doing. As I learned early on anything can happen in this city and rather than plan it’s best to sit back, relax and let the night take you away.

I sat across from the massive fireplace inside the Rose Bar, champagne bubbles dancing as they touched my lips. My pistachio colored dress was the perfect accent to my tanned skin; I looked very 1940’s chic seated on the long banquet. He approached me looking shy, which I hate. I don’t know why I had agreed to meet him, he was completely not my type; a sad pathetic little animal that I could chew up and spit out with just a look. 

He sat nervously next to me, not quite able to sitt still. He was frightened and I found this wildly amusing. He ordered a soda, mumbling something about saving money and after two sips got up avoiding eye contact and said, “I have to go, you have my number.”

I have had many firsts, but THIS was like nothing I had ever seen. He proceeded to stumble around the table and made a quick exit. I sat their stunned. I had never had that happen before. Why had he wanted to meet me? After all it had been his idea. Amused and baffled I turned to the two very handsome men sitting next to me. “Did you guys see that?” This was far too funny not to share. 

Six glasses of Vueve later I was zoned into the really hot one, our knees bumping under the small table. His friend excused himself with an obvious yawn and gave us that knowing look. New Guy put his hand on my cheek and leaned in to taste my lips. I couldn’t stop kissing him.

My mobile began to vibrate wildly on the table, The Artist. It was almost midnight and I was to meet him an hour earlier. I hit ignore one more time and told my new friend it was time to get the check. While he settled the bill I slipped The Artist a quick note. New Guy was dying to get me in bed. His hands sliding over my waist and hips as he escorted me through the doors. “I have some great wine at my place,” he seemed sweet, but I didn’t want sweet.

The cab door closed and it was as if New Guy didn’t exist; all I could think about was The Artist. I wanted to be devoured, ripped into a million pieces; taken hard and really fucked. My mobile vibrated as the car came to a stop outside his door. “Two seconds darling and I’m yours…" 

Caught Empty Handed

In this game called life there are rules. When you break those rules you must heed the consequences, even if you have done nothing wrong. Yet. 

After a meeting at The Core Club with a very dear friend, we stood outside and I took a hit from the joint we were sharing. I love the way a couple hits just relaxes my entire body. We strolled down Park Ave heading to Monkey Bar for a much-desired cocktail.

Just as the last bit of Belvedere hit my tongue it was time to leave. With no real plans and my friend off to a dinner, I decided to head to Balthazar, my go-to-spot, to see if someone wanted to buy me dinner.

I sat at the bar sipping Chablis; considering it was 9PM there were loads of geriatrics still kicking around. When I grew tired of avoiding the way-too-old men who continuously tried to invoke conversation, I spotted an opening beside a handsome suit near the end of the bar. Chablis in hand I strolled over and sat down next to him.

Finance Guy was well styled, in a sharp pin-stripe suit that was cut to perfection. I would have expected nothing less from someone in his field who is hip enough to live in SOHO and savvy enough to still have his job. Drinks and food flowed along with our witty banter. I couldn’t help but notice the very shine ring on a certain finger.

How is it that a married man was able to go out alone on a weeknight? To say the least I was impressed; the married men I see can barely check their mobiles with out fear of getting caught, let alone pick-up girls on a random Tuesday! Turns out he was much less impressive than I had imagined. His wife was out with her girlfriend; he was supposed to be in France but due to a certain volcanic ash incident, he found himself at dinner with me. Ever the gentleman, he insisted on buying my dinner and then suggested we go to The Crosby for some bubbly.

The bartender topped up our second glass of fizz; his knee was beginning to accidentally graze mine as the alcohol worked its way into our systems. All of a sudden, he had a look that was nothing less than sheer panic, “my wife, that’s my wife…” An angry brunette was charging towards us. It was almost more than I could handle.

“What is going on here,” she demanded, staring back and forth not sure which one of us to take her rage out on.  

I reached over and extended my hand, “You must be Finance Guy’s wife, I have heard so much about you, I’m Chloe”. I smiled and she shot me a look of death before announcing to whoever would listen that THEY were leaving. Finance Guy, now white as a ghost, threw down money for our drinks and proceeded to be dragged into the night.

The entire thing was simply too much; I couldn’t help but laugh. With two half empty flutes in front of me there was only one thing to do. I downed mine, followed by his. It seemed to me that a certain financier would most definitely be sleeping on the couch. I guess that will be the last time he buys a pretty girl dinner. 

Not-So Secret Seduction

It’s really not what you say, but how you say it. I have always been quite the linguist, especially when it comes to seduction. When I showed up at the private club for drinks, Lawyer Guy could tell that I was there for one thing and one thing only; and seduction is one game that I never lose.

He seemed surprised that I had agreed to meet him and his friends alone, especially knowing he was married. I laughed as I downed my second glass of bubbly, if he only knew how deviant I truly was. I could tell he was impressed and surprised. I took great pleasure watching him feel me out; seeing how he became more turned on at my every word. His eyes focused on my lips, and my breasts, he shuddered as I slid my hand into his thigh while playfully laughing at our conversation.

The sexual energy was electric, the club began to fill up and we found ourselves sneaking away to the bar for more drinks. We were half out of sight when he pulled me into him. His kiss was desperate, his lips begging to be licked and sucked. I tilted my head back and he moved his tongue down my neck while his hands grabbed my ass pulling me close. He was painfully hard and I knew he wanted to take all of me.

Lawyer Guy was very turned on, and it became clear that he was not worried about his friends seeing us. It was hot knowing they were secretly watching out of the corner of their eyes. He pulled me into the dark hallway, sliding his hands over my firm breasts, flicking my hard nipples. I was completely wet and aching for him. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and pinned me against the wall with one hand, turning the lock with the other.

I continued to kiss him while undoing his pants. I reached down and exposed his massive erection; I was aching to taste every inch. I took him in my mouth and licked and sucked him, working him with my hands at the same time. He was about to explode when he forced me to stop. He pushed my dress up over my hips, pulling my panties to the side. He devoured me, made me cum as he pushed his fingers into me.

We were both breathless and wanting more. We walked out of the bathroom; the waiter standing there gave us a knowing smile. We had been at it so long the club had closed. As he put me into a taxi we kissed once more before the cab sped downtown. I could hardly wait to finish what we had just started.

Hotel Hopping

I am notorious for double dating, often planning 2 dates, one right after the other. It was a Tuesday and first up was an early dinner and a first encounter, with Ad Exec Guy; to be followed by drinks with Iron Man. It had been months since he had been back to New York and I could hardly wait to get my hands on him.

Dinner was at a hotel in the East Village, and it must be said that the cheese plate and champagne were far more interesting than the man. There is nothing that turns me off more than a know-it-all. This is why I often set up two dates in one evening; when one is disappointing you simply move on to the next.

I touched up my lipstick as the elevator sped up to the 8th floor of the chic uptown hotel, the soft pink gliding smoothly across my lips. Iron Man opened the door to his suite; he looked better than I remembered. He slid his arm around my waist and kissed me deeply the door closing behind us as he pushed me up against the wall. He was hard instantly.

We could barely stop kissing long enough for him to pop the cork on the bottle of bubbly. Our glasses clinked and I took a long sip letting the bubbles dance on my tongue. I looked him directly in the eye as I took another sip; we were both aching to rip each other’s clothes off.

I sat leaning on the edge of the dresser; Iron Man placed his glass on the table next to me and got on his knees. He slowly undid the straps on my heels, gliding his hands up my smooth legs. He pressed his lips into the creases of my knees, working his way up my thighs sending shivers down my spine. I could feel myself getting wet. He slid his fingers up, rubbing me through the lace of my Agent Provocateur thong. I let out a gasp as he alternated pressure.

He continued touching me, starring up watching how turned on he had me. I asked how long I had him in New York, he told me just tonight; he had meetings in Washington in the morning. I loved knowing he had flown in just for drinks with me.

Iron Man grabbed my wrist and threw me onto the massive bed, the 1200 thread-count sheets caressed my body and he pushed my skirt up and devoured me. I begged him to stop, not to make me cum just yet, but he would not listen. He licked and sucked me until I came so hard, his fingers sliding into me just as I let go.

I lay there, breathless yet aching for more. He told me to follow him and then led me into the bathroom champagne in hand. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in mind.

The Art of Winging It

I am a bit of a muse for trouble. It seems to be inspired by my very presence. No matter where I am it always finds me. My friend and I were out for dinner this past Friday, wanting to have an early night we settled in for a few glasses of wine on a cute patio in the Lower East Side. We kept ourselves amused with people watching, and seeing as the LES is all of a sudden the new Meat Packing District, sprinkled in tourists, there were some stand out-stars.

We decided to head over to the Bowery Hotel, a favorite spot of mine, for another round or two. Upon arrival we were promptly supplied with a steady flow of champagne and cigarettes. After glass number 5 of champagne the bartender insisted we do shots with him. His friends had joined us in our drinking and I could tell Scarlet had her eye on one.

We soon found ourselves leaving the Bowery and heading to a random dance club. My friend, like me, is totally gorgeous. She too is in the fashion world, working as an executive assistant for a major CEO. Let’s call her Scarlet.

Scarlet had been totally working it at the Bowery… You could tell there was sexual tension by the way they were looking at each other. It was kind of hot to watch, although I’d rather have been involved. The two of them danced into the night, as I took a long drag of my cigarette and watched from across the room. That was my exit cue.

Against The Lawyer

I met him while out for drinks with my boss at the private Manhattan club for the creative and such, Norwood. We chatted over champagne about work, life and the other predictable bullshit one does. Something about him though, I could tell he was a complete pervert. You know the kind… They accidentally brush up on your leg; touch your hair while they talk to you about their wife and kids.

Its all a bit foggy, we drank so very much but I remember him trying to kiss me, and I am pretty positive that was right after he introduced me to his wife’s best friend. His profession, law, but with a very specific specialty. For the sake of his anonymity we’ll just call him Lawyer Guy.

Lawyer Guy continued trying to kiss me, all the while trying to kiss my boss too. He ended up inviting us out dancing and while she declined, I accepted. Once we were inside the packed room he wasted no time at all unleashing his true desires. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, hard. His hands grabbed me even harder, leaving bruises on my neck and ass. It was kind of hot how aggressive he was, I wondered if he was like that with his wife….