by Diego Diego
I got to Graham’s club early on purpose. I needed time out of the office to assimilate several evolving areas that needed attention. And I was curious why Graham was spending more and more time at this club.
I circled the drive and before the car stopped a good looking young lad was at my door extending his hand to open the door. Saying nothing, he greeted me with a broad smile that showed perfect white teeth. Without a word he bowed his head in a noticeably subservient way and headed to the valet parking area. As I walked up the red carpet I couldn’t help notice that the two door men – one at each door were strikingly similar to the car park, except they were identical to each other --- blond twins made from one healthy squirt of semen. They bowed, averted direct eye contact and did their job. I immediately liked the sense of humor displayed by the person in HR that hired the staff.
Being early, I avoided the dining room and headed to the bar which was dimly lit giving those in the
room permission to drink no matter what time the clock said. Again I noticed that someone showed a
sense of humor when they chose the bar stools. Squarely in the middle of a curved seat that promised
to cradle my ass was the face of another good looking guy looking straight up at me. But this time he
had dark wavy hair, and perfect green eyes. The teeth were perfect and glistened white even in the dim
light. At chin level was his name, Chip. I was going to sit on Chips face.
“Sir, how can I serve you?” I looked up and responded to the bar-keep.
“Gin and tonic, with Hendricks with cucumber if you have it,” I respond
The stools are comfortable; I forget about Chip, retrieve my notebook from my breast pocket and begin
making a list of the situations I must deal with.
1) Re-connect with the Exec team’s actions and expectations.
2) Give Granger “the” solution to our PR problem.
3) Respond to Bob from Seattle. I wonder what he wants. The last thing I remember about him is the heel print my shoe left on his face the last time I stood on it.
Yes the order was the correct priority. Today’s meeting had been delayed so many times. Daily crises, weekly “opportunities,” monthly due-dates. I’m ashamed it’s been since last May since I’ve turned my attention to the subject Graham is going to help me better understand.
Graham enters the bar, he’s early too. The room is dark enough he doesn’t see me, which gives me the opportunity to view him in his familiar surroundings. Not one but two wait staff, one dark, one light meet him in a very familiar way. He chooses the dark haired boy and they proceed to the back reaches of the room, a part that seems even darker.
I shuffle my notes, sip my drink and think of how I’ll open the conversation without it appearing as being an inquisition. Times pass and I notice that the dark haired server has not reappeared. He has had more than enough time to take Graham’s first drink order. Maybe I just didn’t notice him slipping back into the room.
The Hendrick is good; I pick up the glass and walk to the dark direction of the room.
I pick out Graham’s undeniable physique with ease. He appears relaxed sitting behind a large table draped to the floor with a crisp white cloth. He spots me, waves his hand to slide into the booth next to him. Our eyes meet and I offer; “Saw you come in, but needed a few minutes to finish some notes I was making.”
Graham, “I noticed you too, but I needed some time with Eric, it’s been awhile since I chose him to service me.”
Me, “Service you? Sounds like you’re getting a blow job, I chuckle”
Graham, “Exactly, he’ll be done soon. Unzip, you seem up tight. He really is good. I’ll put yours on my
tab.”
I move my feet around under the table into I kick Eric. Yah Graham’s getting blown, and I consider his offer.
Me, “You pay?”
Graham, “Sure, my treat, Price is reasonable out here. The big bucks are back in the locker room.”
I unzip.
