Blondie grinned, “That resulted in a rather startled expression.”
“Then I smiled innocently and said, ‘But of course, I understand the problem with my husband bein’ your employee, so if you just want to dance sexy and talk dirty, just do a little flirtin’ Beau, that’s okay, too…I suppose.'”
“I’d seen some people watchin’ us an’ warned him, ‘But may I suggest, that if we are gonna keep dancin’ like this, we do need to go someplace with a little more privacy. This is South Alabama, you know…people are watchin’ us, baby, an’ we don’t want to be causin’ a scene, now do we?'”
“Then I pulled his head down, flicked my tongue in his ear and whispered, ‘I’ll bet we could find somethin’ to dance to on the radio in your room, lover, think maybe?'”
“Honey, I had him throbbin’ hard by then so I decided to take it up another notch an’ asked him if he smokes dope.”
That brought me off the bar stool as I sputtered, “You fucking what! Goddamnit, Blondie, he’s my fucking corporate supervisor you crazy little bitch!”
Blondie just looked at me levelly, smiling evenly, and replied,
“Chill, Dickie boy—everything’s cool, d’accord? He smokes all right…he said he hasn’t in a while…but that he isn’t opposed to doing it occasionally…in the right company. I asked him if that included his regional manager’s wife an’ he said,
‘Damn straight! You know it, baby—you guys got some?'”
“I told him I had some really good stuff, real sexy dope that always made me feel real hot an’ uninhibited. He laughed an’ asked if I’d already been smokin’ it. I just smiled, shook my head an’ rubbed up against him good again an’ told him real sexy like,
‘Beau, baby, if you wanna see this little Cajun girl really hot an’ uninhibited, just take me on back to your room, okay? We’ll smoke some sexy weed an’ dance the way we both really want to, okay, darlin’? Then we’ll just hafta see where things go from there. Wanna do that right now, baby, hmm?'”
She smiled her bad-girl smile at me, whispering, “An’ of course he does, honey. Oh, he most surely does, but naturally, he was concerned about you.”
“He asked me how you’d fit into that picture an’ I told him not to worry, that you were a very broadminded husband when it came to sex, understandin’ that a girl needs a little somethin’ extra once in a while an’ you’ll go along with whatever I want. I said you aren’t likely to object to our havin’ a little party as long as you get to watch. I asked him if he remembered the look on your face when I made the remark in the restaurant about you watchin’ him show me his moves. I told him you knew then that I wasn’t talkin’ about dancin’.”
“I reassured him you aren’t the jealous type, an’ if we go back to his room an’ smoke some dope, you won’t care if we get sexy an’ play around. I told him it turns you on to see me tease an’ flirt with guys an’ rub it around on them like we were doin’ there on the dance floor.”
“I said that’s why you hadn’t already made any fuss about the way we were dancin’ tonight.”
“I told him to look over at you—you’d been watchin’ us the whole time we we’d been on the floor so you could obviously see how we were rubbin’ it all over each other. I told him this wasn’t the first time I’d danced with guys like this here in this club.”