Turning her self-assured smile to me she purred, “Aren’t I, honey?”
When I just grinned and nodded, she stepped back and put her hand on the huge bulge in Beau’s trousers. Rubbing it slowly, she grinned at me and chuckled,
“Yeah, an’ if I’m tight for you, imagine how tight I’m gonna be for this big ol’ thing…”
The elevator stopped and as the door opened, Blondie turned away from her conquest, puckered her lips at me and whispered,
“Oh god yes, this is gonna be good, Dickie boy! I’m gonna make your boss feel real good.”
When we got to his room, Beau produced a bottle of decent bourbon from his luggage and I took the ice bucket down the hall. When I returned, I detected the distinct aroma of marijuana upon reentering the semi-darkened room, so I quickly closed the door behind me. They’d removed their jackets and were sitting at the small table in front of the windows, passing a joint back and forth in the small golden oval of light from the table lamp. Two small bedside lamps provided the only other illumination. The bedside radio was tuned to an R&B station and you could feel a subtle, insistent, pulsating beat in the background. I made three drinks and sat on the edge of the bed where the joint was passed to me. Beau shook his head disbelievingly, grinned, then said,
“I swear to God, nothing even remotely comparable to this has ever happened to me before, and I honestly don’t know what to say or what to do. One thing for sure: this stays strictly among the three of us, understood? No one else in the company can ever know about this.”
Blondie sat there watching him like he was a big piece of very expensive chocolate candy, moving her body to the soft background music. She chortled,
“Just relax, baby, this is our little secret, our little private company party an’ nobody’s gonna tell anybody anything. Now just sit there an’ give this good grass a little time to work; don’t say anything…just let the dope work for a few minutes, okay? I wanna take our time and enjoy every delicious moment of this very special evening.”
He nodded his agreement and fell silent. We all listened mutely to the music and, sure enough, within a few minutes the marijuana was having its desired, other-worldly effect. I began feeling a languorous sense of dope-induced torpor, interlaced with a heightened sense of sexual arousal and anticipation. As this contrasting sense of laid-backed stimulation spread through my body and mind, I imagined how it must be suffusing the lust-filled minds of those two with both of them anticipating the pleasures they were about to experience. I heard Beau comment distantly, “Good smoke…” Blondie smiled warmly at him, saying dreamily,
“Yeah, baby, it’s some of the sexiest dope we’ve ever found—always makes me feel so sexy an’ it’s startin’ to make me feel real nice, baby, real nice. Is it making you feel sexy, too, darlin’?”
Blondie got up and moved around the table, settling on his lap and putting her right arm around his shoulders. Cupping his chin with her left hand, and with her eyes looking dreamily into his, she smiled and murmured,