Delayed Gratification
Delayed Gratification
Hal was on a junket away from home. Far enough to kas long asno one, meaning his wife,
ghd flat iron, could possibly detect out he was having the time of his life. The drinks were being charged to his new company disbursement account and for the first time ever - in a place like this – he was a hit. He was buying for two drop dead brilliant women in spaghetti-strap dresses merely concealing their very manifest beauties. They were pressing their breasts against his arms from both side and laughing in stereo at everything he said. He knew it was the money he was laying on the bar, but he didn’t care. He had earned it and it was what set him separately from other men. Tonight he was celebrating his appointment to Western Sales Manager. Top Dog, number one on the left coast and starting tonight he planned to upgrade his lifestyle to reflect it.
He heaved his glass in a silent greet to the doctor-type glowering at him from the additional end of the bar. Eat your heart out, Chump, he grinned to himself, now they are with me.
He threw his head back like Bogie in Casablanca and downed a shot of Makers Mark in one gulp. It burned all the way down and sent tears to his eyes. He wanted to grab his water chaser, but he wanted to impress the two women more so he kept his chilly and looked at them in the mirror and gave them a wink. The one on the left was blonde. A Sharon Stone look identical and each time she pulled on his arm to whisper in his ear, he leaned over and snuck a glance down the front of her dress. Her breasts were faultless. Round and fixed with her nipples protruding through the thin linen like peanut M&Ms on softballs. He laughed and nodded as if he were listening, but all he could muse about was touching her. He was sure that she could not possibly be wearing anything underneath her dress and images of her tanned, lithe, ########## body kept synapsing across his brain like the nightly fireworks at Disneyland. He pulled his handkerchief and dabbed at the little beads of sweat gathering on his upper lip. He had never been close to this before. Desire began to well up inside him. He wanted to run his hands all overher body - both of their bodies!
The brunette was every morsel as luscious as her colleague. Each time she looked up through her lashes at him alternatively sprinted her tongue across her teeth he understood she thought him only as acceptable as his money, but he didn’t concern. He laid another hundred dollar bill on the bar and they both laughed. She bit her lower lips like the ######y models in the commercials and leaned in even closer putting her hand on his thigh. Her touch was in a hurry both sensuous and electric. An indescribable thrill fled through him. Hal had never “scored” before, but he knew this was it. The kind of night he had only rarely dared fantasize about knowing it could never happen to someone like him. But tonight the world was differ. Tonight he knew he couldn’t lose. It was good to be King.
The two women had been with the yuppie down the bar while Hal had come in flashing his bankroll and a current pinkie ring value more than a new Cadillac. He had quickly taken over giving directions like he owned the place and once the bartender got a look at the wad of hundred USD bills he expected Hal’s every absence and doted on him like royalty. Hal was thrilled, yet tried to deed as if he anticipated this kind of handling. Like he
did this kind of thing every day – walked into trendy bars and picked up the best looking women in the place. He made sure his tips were prevalent and generous enough to assure the bartender’s devotion. The women were obviously impressed.
Fortified with self-importance fueled by the composition of bourbon and care, he looked around the room at the dingy lumber, etched glass and brass. Ties everywhere, beautiful women dropping with priceless jewelry, a tuxedoed trio playing Tre’-hip Jazz Fusion. The whole place stank of money,
monster beats headphone, ###### and power. Not long ago Hal would have been too threatened to even set foot in a place like this, but not tonight. Tonight he was carrying a bankroll the size of a Coke tin and he was looking fjust aboutme world class fun to cost it on. What another was money for?
Hal made a lot of money – more than anybody in this place, he was sure. Almost a half million at present this year. How numerous men in this room could say that? He looked around through half-closed stoppers with barely concealed disdain. Stockbrokers, Lawyers, Insurance Salesmen, what a cluster of losers, worker bees going nowhere fast. In a couple of years, he thought, I’ll be a multimillionaire. In another ten – who knows? Not like these guys grinding away monthly to make the house payment and pay for the kid’s braces.
It had not all been this way. In truth, for most of his life a night like this had been no more than an unreachable illusion. The kind of entity that happened to other guys. Handsome, ravishing, successful guys, not him. Hal had not had a unattached date in high school. He never played sports or belonged to a union. He was not invited to any parties and not but Hal’s mommy noticed when his Senior picture ended up in the Junior class section of his high school yearbook.
Three months behind graduation his grandparents set him up with a matron from their church who was seven years his senior and rented the laboratory dormitory upon their garage. It was the premier date for both of them and they were married just over a year later.
For the next few years Hal paid his dues. He bounced around from one cheesy job to another. Life was a struggle then, alive month to month, barely able to make ends meet, aiding a wife and three kids. If the car broke down or the cleaning machine went, it constituted a major financial crisis. It was a time of inexpensive clothes, shabby thrift store furniture and bill collectors. They bought day-old bread, powdered breast and however mutton was on bargain. His wife accustomed to say life was like a shit sandwich and every morning she’d push him out of bed with the warning to get up and take another bite!
Those were hard times. Hal toughed it out, though, eventually landing at Valley Power, putting in an eight year stint as a meter reader. It was a perdition of a grind. He had walked the streets with his tiny metal clipboard in all types of climate, dodging automobiles, kids on bikes, skateboarders and petulant dogs, tediously logging the meters. He hung in through thick and skinny – and at night he studied, insistent to make something of himself. Determined to jump out at and transform someone.
For five long years he read diligently and took tests by correspondence to become authorized as a Certified Financial Planner. Meter reader by day – student by night. It had not been easy. He had to sacrifice. He had missed being with his family and dropped out of the church. After a while his friends had stopped inviting him places for he never had time or money to spend. He stuck with it, though, and in the end it paid off. Finally he was an official Certified Financial Planner.
Instead of studying at night he was now out selling life insurance and joint funds. He worked at it five nights a week and all daytime Saturday and Sunday. Slowly it began to pay off and one great daytime he was able to walk away from Valley Power and go fulltime as a Financial Planner. It wasn’t long before he base out he was good at it. Really good.
His fame grew. He started picking up bigger and bigger clients. His earnings jumped. He took up golf, bought his first mark new car and added the Lions Club. He started shopping at exclusive mens marts and sported a Rolex. His increasing success brought him to the attention of his boss. Recognized as a top maker he was given special accounts and a lavish expense account. He was becoming essential. People listened to him when he spoke. For Hal this was heady material. For the first time in his life he was experiencing what it was like to be a huge shot.
But even as his business distended his small surround of old friends dwindled. This was not seen as a big publish for Hal. He simply considered it a tradeoff. Old life for new, in fact, he virtually missed them because he had found a new drug – esteem – and he was mainlining it every day - all day long, at the office. Respect from the very human he used to hold in awe. Everywhere he went within the company he got it and made the most of it. He reveled in his new status and could not aid emphasizing his contributions to the company success at the slightest chance.
He understood mathematics and could recognize trends. He knew the investment marts, how to increase yields, shirk taxes and make his clients millions of bucks, but tonight on the morn of his improvement he was celebrating unattended. Not one person offered to commemorate with him tonight.
He shrugged that thought off with different shot of Makers and laughed to himself. Just wait,
Tods, Assholes. This annual number one aboard the West seashore – next annual I’ll be number in the entire enterprise! Then they ambition have to stand in line to invite me out. Out to dinner, to the Theatre, corporation paid recesses in Hawaii. Then it ambition be, “Hal encounter the wife”. “How approximately a round of golf, Hal”? It will be, “Scoot over boys and make apartment because age Hal’. His period in the sun was coming and it couldn’t arrive too presently as Hal.
He looked another at his reflection in the mirror along the bar. Flanked by two world class babes he pondered on how distant he had already come. Not bad for a ruddy brained nerd who not even had a date in lofty school. It was true he was no longer youth. However, onward with his new wealth he had gained trust and style. He wore contacts now instead of those old Poindexter glasses. He had his teeth bonded, his cilia styled and he was sporting a near harvested beard that squared off his otherwise feeble chin. His suits were tailored and he had a private trainer to keep him in shape. The new image brought with it a new attitude. He had even studied old Carey Grant and Errol Flynn videos to mimic how they waded, sat,
MBT M.WALK shoes, held a fork and lit a cigarette. Now his every move affirmed him a man of material and power. This evening he was determined to have the kind of night a man of his stature deserved. Full speed along and curse the torpedoes!
He knocked behind another two fingers of bourbon and gave a final salute to the yuppie-doctor-jerkoff at the end of the bar, I win you lose, Kildare. He examined the room once more in the mirror. Veni, Vedi, Vici, fair like Julius Caesar. Tonight he had come in and built himself as the altitude dog in this coupler. The Alpha male. He was sovereign of the coolest bar in town and he liked the sensibility. He determined to make it a habit. He would make up for entire that lost time and he would start tonight. Right here, right now. It was the starting of a new epoch where he would remedy himself to anything he deserved. And, he chuckled to himself, a threesome with two magazine cover beauties will be a nice start.
The two of them were driving him savage. The blond kept touching his wrist, playing with his gold bracelet, tracing the correlates with long graceful fingers. The brunette relentlessly caressed his thigh. The more they smiled and pressed themselves opposition him the more his libido strained by the crotch of his trousers. His intoxication was additional at the scent and touch of such smart women. Brushing his ear with their warm, full lips, urgent their bosoms against him promising the fulfillment of his long adored fantasies was virtually extra than Hal could bear. He kept looking by their chests. He wanted to reach inside their dresses and pluck them out and prop them in his hands. They knew he was seeing and liked it. He could acquaint by the direction they were bring an end to ...him that they wanted it for wrong for he did.
He wanted desperately to close the handle – to go elsewhere with them, but he had never gotten this far before and he didn’t know what to do. The brunette suddenly recommended they go to her room for a nightcap. As she said it she slid her hand up his leg and gently pressed his crotch. Hal responded by putting his on her leg and sliding it up beneath dress. When she smiled Hal said, “That would be amusement, I’m sure”. He tried to sound elegant, but it came out in a raucous mumble like the pervert on Laugh-In. The three of them laughed and Hal took them by the shoulder and somewhat unsteadily, led them out leaving a outstanding stack of cash on the bar. He dropped another twenty in the band’s tip jar on the way stopping only long ample for one more victorious look over his shoulder at
the overcame yuppie.
Once in the car the brunette began kissing his cervix and aboveboard rubbed the knob in his jeans. He drove with one hand, sliding his other under her dress again. She scatter her legs and moaned in his ear. He drove crazily, weaving bring an end to ...the road trying to get his hand in her panties, clumsily straining to get his fingers under that microscopic strip of mesh and reside on the road in the meantime. From the back seat came a squeal from the blond, “Save some for me”! And they all laughed again when Hal questioned “There’s plenty for everybody”!
Then they were there. It was an upscale Mediterranean style place with arched doorways, palm trees and mosaic tiles. The parking lot was full of BMWs, Lincolns and Jags. The 3 of them staggered into the room in a panting tangle. The brunette closed the door and immediately began relaxing Hal’s tie meantime she shoved herself against him and undulated slowly while she laughed, “You look so uncomfortable in that suit. Take it off and let’s get comfortable”. She undid a half a dozen clasps and pulled open his shirt and kissed his chest. He ran his fingers down her back and pulled her firm. He had never been pressed up against anybody other woman in his whole life besides his wife and she didn’t look or feel everything like this. He was so hard it ache. He floor himself against the brunette in delirious ecstasy. They both moaned with happiness.
Suddenly the blond thrust a drink in his face. “Makers Mark, right”? Hal took it reluctantly releasing half of the brunette’s ass. The brunette kept one hand inside Hal’s shirt and took her drink in the other. She pinched his breast and cooed, “Why don’t you enjoy your drink and get snug and give us a pair of minutes to prepare”? She anchored a finger in his strap and tugged gently as she backed away. The two of them sashayed into the bathroom and closed the door.
Hal downed his drink, hit off his shoes and groped with his belt buckle. He was determined to be prepared when they came out. He stripped to his shorts and stopped. Should he keep them on or take them off? He looked at himself in the mirror. He speedily decided to depart them on and bound under the covers and buffet a pose. He looked down and laughed. He was pitching a important tent. He patted it and promised it a night of immersion in aggregate bliss. Hal felt good. Really good. Hell, he felt great! In fact, he had never felt this good in his all life. Every compartment in his body seemed to be singing. He nestled down into the covers. He was so warm and comfortable –drifting - and then he was dormant.
His eyes had been open for awhile staring at the white metal dome before he achieved he was {awake|awake} and began wondering where he was. He could tell he was moving. A sudden shake sent a puncturing grief via his right side. He yelled in agony and tried to reach down, but his hands were belted to the rails of the mattress. Instantly there was a hand on his breast and a man in a white wrap leaned over and said, “It’s Okay, you are working to be nice. Just take it simple. You are in an ambulance on the way to County Hospital. We’ll have you patched up in a little while”. As he spoke the ambulance kick another bump and grief caused him to wail out again. He struggled to query what occurred, but his words came out in unintelligible gasps. The man in white patted his shoulder and told him no to speak. Then he gave Hal an injection and he drifted off again.
When awoke again he was in a hospital bed. The pain was still there though distinctly muted by narcotics. His hands were still tied to the railing. For a moment sheer dread racked his body. “Where am I”, he screamed, “What namely happening”? Two men emerged at his bedside and began to untie his hands. : “It’s Okay,
ghd hair stylers, you’re fine. Just a second and we’ll have your hands free. Didn’t want you tearing at your stitches in your sleep”. The speaker was the older of the two. Heavyset, red faced and crumpled. The second was younger, shorthaired and buff. In pants, tie and tweed jacket – apparently Cops.
“Don’t attempt to talk anyhow. You are still pretty drugged up”. He went on, “The servant found you this morning when she came in to wash up. The good newspaper is the Doctor says they didn’t do too bad of a job. There doesn’t appear to be any sign of infection and you should be out of here in a couple of days. The bad news they took your left Kidney. It’s a Hell of a din. You are the third one this summer. Same M.O. Pick you up in a bar, get you drunk, take you to a room rented with a stolen card, drug you and cut out your kidney. Fetches thirty or forty thousand on the dark market. They’re not amateurs either, the Doc said it looked like they knew what they were act. Lucky for you. We’ve watched some real hack jobs…..…”.
The old Cop droned on, but Hal was not listening anymore. He was aware merely of the dreadful pain and a need for nap. Just before he passed out he asked himself how this could happen to the number one man on the West coast, the Alpha male, the……..
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