Message-ID: <37007asstr$1024776608@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020620203801.42651.qmail@web13002.mail.yahoo.com> From: Bingain Reply-To: bingain@yahoo.com MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 13:38:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Bitch and the Jerk 1/2 {Bingain} (MF rom cons oral) Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 16:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge The Bitch and the Jerk (Part 1 of 2) (MF, cons, romance, slow) Copyright (c) 2000, 2002 Bingain ------------------------------------------------------------ This is my first posting. The story is my first attempt in Literata Erotica. Comments, criticisms, and suggestions are appreciated. Formatted (HTML) version of this story can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bingain/www/ ------------------------------------------------------------ This story is a fiction. It does not relate to any real incidences or real persons. This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. Anyone who may be offended by such contents, or persons forbidden by law or any regulations, should not read, hear, touch, smell, or download this story. Re-distribution, posting, and anything other than for personal enjoyment are subject to explicit authorization by the author. Special thanks to Morgan for editing this story. I believe this story has become more readable and enjoyable after his invaluable input. ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 - The Plan has Changed It was late Friday afternoon. I was in the office packing the stuff I needed for a meeting with a client the following week when the intercom buzzed. I was working for a medium size advertising agency in Chicago, Illinois. I had been working there for five years, right after I graduated from ISU. My best friend, my roommate at ISU, and now my boss Nick recruited me to work for the agency. It was Nick on the intercom. "James, can you come over for a while? The plan has changed." "Damn it!" I mumbled. This wasn't a good sign. Nick was the man who knew me best, better than my parents and better than all my previous girlfriends. I knew him very well too. What he indicated by the change of plan would mean I wouldn't be going to Atlanta as planned. I was supposed to go there for a review meeting with a client. It was going to be a piece of cake for me. The client's budget wasn't huge; they had been very happy with our performance; I knew them well; and we had been maintaining good relationship for a number of years. The secretary of the client's president, Alice, was a hot tease. I almost got into her pants last time. I had been drawing up a plan, which I justly believed that it would work this time. Now this "change of plan" was going to kill all my hopes. I went into Nick's office with a mean look. Nick laughed. He knew what I was thinking. There weren't many secrets between him and me. When I first met him at ISU he was a senior and I was a freshman. Since then we had been sharing each other's secrets. I knew almost everything about his life, his wife, and even company information that I wasn't supposed to have. I was his best man when he married his wife two years ago. I never dared to tell her I knew what size of lingerie she wore, how frequent she had sex with Nick, and all the juicy details about their life together. "Well, your guess is correct, you're not going to Atlanta." Nick maintained a wily smile. "Dave's going instead." I was more than disappointed. Dave was another Account executive in the agency. He was known to be an expert in dealing with hot teases. I could picture Dave riding on the woman I had bought a dozen of condoms for. "We may have a crisis with Roger & Wilson. We just know that another advertising agency made a presentation to them this morning. Together with the screw-ups we had earlier this year, this could mean losing a big client. We need someone better to lead the presentation and negotiation in Monday's meeting with them." "Fuck!" I muttered. Dave was going to get the beauty and I was going to have the beast. I knew why it was me who was chosen to handle this crisis. I had known Roger Dreyfus, co-founder of this nationwide cosmetic distributor, for most of my life. Roger's dad and my dad had been in the same platoon in the Vietnam War. We had been having strong ties all my life. In fact it was me who got Roger & Wilson for this agency and had been dealing with them until Dave joined the agency 2 years ago. "Jennifer will be going with you." Nick added with another wily smile. "You've got to be kidding!" I leaned forward in the chair. Jennifer was an assistant art director who joined the agency about six months ago. She was a bitch. Whoever complimented her soft blonde hair, her ocean blue eyes, her firm breast, or her slender legs, would be considered an impetuous jerk to her. I knew that well, I made all those remarks when I first saw her, and since then had been a total jerk as far as she was concerned. She was creatively talented, which could explain her being recruited into her position only 2 years after her graduation. However, whether it was prejudice or difference in views, she had never concurred with me on anything, not once. In meetings we always had the most scorching disputes which were usually ended with her calling me "Jerk". She must have been born to hate me. We just had a hot clash that morning. She almost hurled her folder at my face. "I'm not kidding. I'm sorry," Nick winked, "but she did all the artwork of the new proposal and there is nobody who is better than her for the presentation." "Damn it, Nick," I howled, "you know she's a bitch. Either she go or I go, but I'm not going with her." "James, I know how you feel. I hate to send you there with her. But we're in a crisis. Do you think you can keep Roger & Wilson without presenting this new proposal we've been working on?" "Well, I can't guarantee anything. As a matter of fact, I don't care. You can send the bitch there with anyone else. Damn, it's Dave account, not mine. Send Dave; I want to see Alice." "Listen, James, Bruce has assigned Roger & Wilson back to you, and has agreed to raise your bonus in the consumer sector by a point. It's your business and your future now. You need to retain Roger & Wilson for the agency and for yourself." I dropped back into the chair. What Nick meant was I would be getting at least $10,000 additional bonus if everything went well. Roger & Wilson was a major account for us while Alice's company was a small one. This would also prove to Bruce, CEO of the agency, that I was a valuable asset to him, which would enhance my prospect for promotion. Of course, that was only if things went smoothly. Nick saw that I was being swayed. He pushed a thick folder on his desk towards me, on top of the folder were two air ticket envelopes. "Jennifer had some personal stuff to handle and left early, so you are taking both air tickets with you. You'll meet her at O'Hare on Sunday. You guys will be staying at the Hilton Millennium. Study the file and if you have questions, call me at home." I sighed. I felt like I was a whore on my way to sell my body and soul. Yet I knew I had no option. I had been working very happily in this agency and it was a great pleasure to work for a boss who knew me, respected me, cared for me, and would fool around with me. I wouldn't quit this job because of that bitch. Nick came around the desk and patted me on the shoulder when I was about to leave his office. "Put up with her. It's only a couple days. Maybe it won't be as bad as you think. By the way, they have a cocktail reception in Monday evening, take a good suit with you." I sighed again. "Okay. I hope so." I left his office. On my way back to my cubicle I almost ran into Mary. Mary was Bruce's secretary. She was a bigmouth, a gossipmonger. She was also the cousin of Roger's secretary Mariah. Obviously she and Mariah were the sources of Nick and Bruce knowing about our rival's activity at Roger & Wilson. Mary gave me a sly smile when she saw me. I sighed. She laughed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 2 - The Trip I arrived at O'Hare airport at about noon on Sunday. I hated that airport. I couldn't understand why they didn't build it so that the shuttle bus would stop right in front of the check-in area. I already had a couple tennis games that morning and I didn't need more exercises. It seemed like a marathon run before I got to the departure lounge for my flight. I saw Jennifer when I approached the check-in counter. She was wearing brown crewneck sleek top and beige stretch pants. Her hair spread softly and smoothly over her shoulder, reminding me of those shampoo commercials. She was around 5'6 and had slender legs which made her look like a Victoria's Secret's model in those pants. She surely knew how to dress herself. If she wasn't such a bitch I would no doubt be attracted to her. She was glaring at me with an impatient look. "Can you be more punctual? Do you know our flight leaves at one?" "Why worry? Our tickets are confirmed and our seats were selected in advance. I don't see any thing that could go wrong." "They better not!" She was still glaring at me when I gave the tickets to the man behind the counter. He gave Jennifer a glance when he took the ticket from my hand. "Your sister?" He asked in a low voice. I turned to have a glance at Jennifer too. I couldn't understand why this stupid guy would think we were siblings. We had nothing in common. She was blonde and I had dark brown hair. Her eyes were blue and mine were brown. She was about 3 inches shorter than me but had a much nicer body than mine. The only thing that could suggest Jennifer was my sister would be her looks of hatred that my childhood neighbor's little sister used to give him. But then, I never had a sister in my life. "No." "Your girlfriend? She's been standing here for more than an hour. Pretty chick!" I stared at him and pointed my finger at his computer terminal. "Girlfriend, you've got to be kidding." I murmured to myself. However, I knew why Jennifer was so annoyed now. I hated waiting for people too, especially an hour's wait. But then nobody told me to arrive two hours before the flight, either. I never followed what airlines told me; only idiots did. Well, bitches too. When we boarded the plane I found out we would occupy the two seats on the twin-seat side of this MD80. There were more passengers on board than I expected, probably another convention or show fair in New York. "Do you want the aisle seat or the window seat?" I turned over and asked Jennifer. She was still glaring at me. "Aisle." "Okay." I tossed my bag into the rack above us and offered to put hers there. Jennifer shook her head but didn't stop the glare. I bent and got into my window seat while she put her baggage into the rack and closed the lid. She moved into her seat without looking at me. After the plane took off, I unbuckled the seat belt and got the file out from my briefcase. "Jennifer, I had a look at the new proposal. The ideas and artistic part are great, but the client presentation technique could be improved a bit." I made my points carefully while keeping my eyes on the papers. "Bruce said it was great. So did Janna and Nick." Jennifer replied in a flat tone of voice. Janna was the Art Director. I had expected that reply. Human would walk on their hands if Jennifer would ever agree with me once. "Look, Roger doesn't like his company having a feminine image although their business is almost totally about women." "I had talked to Roger over the phone on the idea. He didn't express any dislike. I don't think you understand it." "Listen, Jennifer. Nobody in this agency knows Roger better than I do. I would bet anything on that." I couldn't keep looking at my folder anymore. I turned to look at her. There were flames in her eyes. I cursed Nick big time. "You're just prejudiced. Bruce had endorsed the way the presentation is going to be made. We'll do it as planned." Jennifer turned her eyes to the back of the seat in front of her. "I need a nap." She said as she closed her eyes. I had a feeling our proposal was going to fail, unless I could accomplish the impossible mission of changing Jennifer's attitude towards me. I was still looking at her. So I saw her breast rise and fall as she breathed. Although her crewneck didn't expose anything other than her neck and arm, it was soft knit and showed her curvature well. This was the first time I saw her body at such a close distance. She had nice boobs. I didn't have to take off her bra to know it. I had a lingerie client. I felt blood rushing to a part of my body. Damn! Wrong moment, wrong place, and wrong target. "Juice or soda?" The flight attendant asked from the aisle. Jennifer opened her eyes; she glanced over and caught me studying her chest. "Jerk!" I believed the whole plane must have heard her. The pilot must have reported it to the control tower. I felt my face heating up. There was no excuse. I needed a barrel - may be a whole tank - of soda. "Coke, please." I told the flight attendant who was looking enquiringly look at us. "And you, Ma'am?" "No, thanks." Jennifer replied to the fright attendant. I had put the file back into my briefcase. I sipped the Coke while eating peanuts. I needed more Coke but I knew I had better be quiet. I pretended to enjoy the view from the plane. The bulge had long gone but I felt my bladder filling up. I needed to pee, but I knew I had better stay put. Any movement would constitute an intended rape to Jennifer. It was the worst flight I ever had. I didn't even eat the lunch they provided. If I used the fork my elbow might sway over and touch her, and I would be spending time in prison for the crime. She didn't eat, either. She had been napping all the time. I didn't think she was actually sleeping, just avoiding any contact with me. I hate my bladder. I didn't drink anything after my first Coke on the plane but it was now demanding some relief. I had to pee. I had to go to the bathroom or I would pee in my pants. I carefully declared my need in a tone I considered appropriate, while keeping my eyes outside the plane. "I need to go to the bathroom." Jennifer got out of her seat without a word and stepped forward to the seat in front of us. She wasn't really napping. I moved out to the aisle with great care and went to the lavatory. It was indeed a very relieving pee; at least Jennifer wasn't around. I had considered staying in the restroom for the rest of the flight but knew it wouldn't work. Jennifer was still standing there when I returned. I huddled back into my seat. She was moving back into her seat when a gorilla-like guy making his way to the back of the plane bumped her. Jennifer fell against me. I instinctively raised my hands trying to hold her when I realized touching her was a capital crime. I lowered my hands and leaned back as much as possible. One of her hands was on the window, another hand on my lap when her cheek met my lips. If this was a kiss, it was the most horrible kiss I ever had. It was also the first time a female had her hand in my lap and I hadn't responded. I saw Jennifer's face became bright red. "What are you doing?" She stared at me after she had stabilized herself. I had never imagined having my lips on a woman could be such a frightening experience. "I, I'm sorry. I... It was..., was..., was an accident. I did..., didn't..., didn't intend that... that..." I was expecting a big slap in the face. But Jennifer just got back into her seat, buckled up, and went to sleep again. When I recovered from the dread, I played back the incident in my mind. Jennifer smelled good. She wasn't wearing any perfume, but she must have her hair shampooed that morning. Her fragrance was still in my nostril. My retarded lap was sending delayed signals of Jennifer's hand in it to my brain. I was licking my lips. I felt my dick swelling. I wished there was a button I could use to deflate my dick. If she found it out, I would be busted big time. That two-hour flight seemed to last 20 hours. ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 3 - The Big Apple It was almost five o'clock when we arrived at the Hilton Millennium. Jennifer had not talked to me since the "kiss". When I asked her if this was her first time in New York, she nodded. When I asked her if she had ever seen anyone from Roger & Wilson, she shook her head. I started to worry not only the presentation would be a failure, but also if we could make a safe trip back to Chicago. We had adjoining rooms. I could see her uneasiness when she learned that. After the bellboy opened her door, I asked her if she wanted to eat something. I was starving to death. She shook her head and walked into her room. I followed her in, tipped the bellboy and told him to leave my room key to me. "Jennifer, that was an accident. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. I apologize." "It's okay. I know it was an accident." She spoke for the first time in two hours, but She wasn't looking at me. "Thanks, Jennifer. I'm starving now. I bet you are too. Do you want to get something to eat?" "No, thanks. Please just leave me alone." "Okay. Call me if you need anything." I went into my room, but I didn't go to eat. I lay on the bed. I ran through my mind to try figuring out what was wrong; what made this trip so lousy? What made Jennifer felt so bad? I couldn't come up with any clues. I just stared at the ceiling. The "kiss" incident started to replay in my mind again. I had the bulge again. I realized why I couldn't get into Alice's pants -- my dick wouldn't react to the right circumstances at the right moments. I tried to think about the possible failure of the presentation and my dick grew harder. I tried to think about me having to quit the job because of this bitch and my dick was a steel shaft making a huge tent in my pants. I went into the bathroom and jerked off. I smelled Jennifer and felt her hand on my lap when I was doing it. It didn't take long before I was finished. I felt guilty. She was a bitch and I shouldn't be thinking of her while jerking off. I went back to the room and lay down. I fell asleep. My empty stomach woke me up. I looked at my watch. It was almost eight o'clock, which meant it was nine o'clock in New York. I hadn't had any anything, except the pack of peanuts on the plane, for more than ten hours. I got up, hesitated for a while, and called Jennifer's room. After a long wait, she answered the phone. "Jennifer, I need something to eat, and so do you." "I'm not hungry." "Jennifer, would you mind doing me a favor?" I asked. "Go ahead." "I need to eat, and I need to discuss the details of the presentation with you. I don't want to screw up your presentation." I entreated. A long pause. "Okay, but let me use the bathroom first." I waited outside her door for what seemed like twelve hours. She came out carrying her big artwork folder. She was still wearing the same dress she had worn on the plane earlier. "I know a fine Italian restaurant nearby." "I don't want to go out. I'm pretty tired and I hope we can get things done fast." "Okay." I said and pressed the button for the elevator. I finished my double order of steak sandwich in the coffee shop while she watched from across the table. Jennifer only had a salad. She obviously wasn't in a mood to eat. I asked the waitress to remove everything except the coffee. I then laid my folder on the table. I flipped to the middle of it and pointed at some storyboard illustrations. I looked at her while Jennifer was gazing at the pictures. "Jennifer, I hate to admit this, but the idea you're presenting here is great. I know Roger's going to like it, and so will the TV audience and magazine readers." "I don't believe you're sincere." "Why not?" "You never are." "Jennifer, listen. This presentation to Roger & Wilson is not only your baby, it is something important for me as well. I'm handling their account now, not Dave. The success of retaining them is going to mean prospect and big bucks for me." I saw that she was still staring at her works. "Jennifer, look at me!" She raised her head and looked at me. Her face displayed no emotion. "I know you don't like me. I don't think I like you either. But we're in the same boat and we need to work together. You are talented in creativity and artistic design..." "No, I'm not." "Why?" "You don't." "What?" "You've never accepted my work. You never did, and you never will. You're biased." "What makes you think so?" "You say it all the time. You always criticize at whatever I come up with." "Jennifer, I always like your designs." "You don't." "I do!" "You don't." I leaned back all the way to the back of my chair and almost fell over. I leaned forward again and put my arms on the table, then looked into her eyes. "Jennifer, I like your designs, all of them... Well, to be honest, most of them." Jennifer was studying my eyes, apparently trying to decipher the expressions in my eyes to see if I was lying. She didn't say a word. "But you know what?" I continued. "What?" "You're talented but you're young. There're a lot of things you have to consider besides the arts, ideas and designs." "I'm not young." "Yes, you are. You only graduated two years ago." Jennifer looked into my eyes. "How old do you think I am?" "Twenty-four?" "How old are you?" "Thirty. I served in the Navy before college." "I'm twenty-eight. I'm not much younger than you." "Oh. You were enlisted too?" "No. What were the other factors you were talking about?" "Okay. Let me take Roger as an example. Do you know it was me who got Roger & Wilson in?" "Yes." "Do you think it's because I was talented or smart?" "You're smart." I was taken by surprise. This woman said I was smart? I hope she didn't mean smartness was a quality for jerks. "Nope." "Yes." I laughed. And for the first time in my life I saw Jennifer smiled. She certainly knew how to smile. I felt sore, except my damn dick, which was starting to swell. I was glad I wasn't wearing jeans. I shifted a bit. "Okay. I've known Roger Dreyfus for more than twenty five years. He was practically my big brother." "Really?" Jennifer widened her eyes. "Roger & Wilson was still a small enterprise in Ohio when I joined this agency. I called up Roger and I got his contract. No proposal, no presentation. That's why they send me here now." "I see." "But things are different now. They are now a prominent player in the business and they can't afford losing the game. I may be influential but I can't turn the tide if our plan sucks." "You think our plan sucks?" "Nope. In fact it is a marvelous one, except some details which I am sure will bother Roger." She looked at me with an enquiring expression. Gosh, she was beautiful when she didn't show hostility. I felt my dick starting to drill a hole in the table. I turned over and asked the waitress for a glass of ice water. "So what are the bugs?" I poured the whole glass of ice water into my throat in a gulp. I hoped it would work. If Jennifer was not watching me, I would have poured it into my pants instead. I knew that would work better. It was a new experience for me. I had never been so aroused while talking business. I wondered if I had mistakenly taken Viagra instead of a Tic-Tac. Jennifer moved from across the table to the seat on my right. Her head was only few inches from mine when we went through the details in the proposal. Her fragrance made me thirsty. I must have consumed eight glasses of ice water by the time I finished. To my amazement she had concurred with me on the business parts of the proposal. Maybe she wasn't as much a bitch as I thought. "I'll have to retype it." She said after we changed some of the details in her proposal. "Let's go to your room and fix them." "Why my room?" "Because you have the computer." "What computer?" Her eyes were the size of golf ball now. "Don't you have the notebook computer with you?" "I don't. I never carry a computer." "Didn't Dave give it to you?" "Nope. Nothing from Dave." "Fuck!" My dick responded to her four-letter word with four strokes in my pants. If she continued to say that word I would for sure make a big mess underneath the table. "They have a business center here. I think we can even log on to our computer to retrieve the file." "Okay, let's go now." Jennifer stood up. "Wait, let me get these papers back to my briefcase." I rearranged every piece of paper in the folder to give me time, in fact, time for my dick to return to its normal state. We worked in the business center until two o'clock in the morning. It was a torture for me. I was sitting next to her while she worked on the computer. I had the folder on my lap to hide my everlasting hard-on. By the time she finished printing everything we needed for the next morning's meeting, my dick was aching from prolonged swelling. I said good night to her outside her room. She gave me a smile before closing her door. I went into my room and rushed into the bathroom. Jennifer was smiling in the mirror while I was stoking myself. The whole bathroom was filled with her shampoo scent. I was not sure if it was the first time that I got multiple orgasms from jerking off. I did, however, have multiple guilty feelings when I went to bed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 4 - The Presentation Roger Dreyfus had gained some weight since I last saw him a year earlier. So had Wilson Smith, the other co-founder of the business. "James! I'm so glad to see you again." Roger gave me a big hug. "Me too, Roger. You need some exercises." I laughed when I said it. I shook hands with Wilson and then introduced Jennifer to them. I could feel uneasiness and even signs of dislike on Jennifer's face when she saw Wilson paying attention to her face and body. Roger was married to a former model but Wilson was single. I couldn't blame Wilson. Jennifer was wearing a black notch lapel jacket and black poly crepe sheath that came down to three inches above her knees. I wondered why I had never paid any attention to Jennifer in the office, except the time she was introduced to me on her first day of work. "We're having a cocktail reception this evening at the Four Seasons Pierre. It starts at seven. Bring Jennifer with you." Roger instructed me as Mariah joined us. We headed for the meeting room. The presentation was great. I knew I did my part pretty well. I knew what these people wanted and opposed. I didn't have to worry about Roger. If our package was comparable, he would award us the renewal without hesitation. I also knew Wilson would never challenge Roger in this area. Roger dealt with marketing and had contributed more than anyone else to the success of this company. Jennifer did her part even better. She even smiled during her presentation, something I had never seen in our previous meetings. I could see Roger nodding. I knew he liked Jennifer's ideas. He asked Jennifer some questions and smiled at me when Jennifer answered in the way I told her. I could see from the corner of my eyes that Jennifer glanced at me after she gave Roger the replies. Wilson didn't ask any questions. He was studying Jennifer all the time. I knew he had the same bulge I had. Two hours into the presentation meeting and I knew we were going to get the renewal. I was flattered. After the meeting Roger told us that he would meet with his colleagues and would let us know of their decision. He then leaned forward and whispered to me, "The contract will be sent out on Thursday. Go buy Jennifer some nice gifts. She's good... very good." When we were back on the street I complimented Jennifer, "You did a fabulous job. I'm glad I have you here." "Thank you." She smiled. "But we still have to see." "We've got the contract." "We do?" "Roger told me." "He did? I thought he said he would let us know." I laughed. "He told me the contract would be sent out on Thursday. You see, things aren't always what they seem like." Jennifer laughed too. "When did he say that? And what else?" She noticed I wasn't responding and turned around to see me staring at her. "What's the matter?" "Do you know you are just strikingly beautiful when you laugh?" Jennifer blushed. "Thank you. But I'd rather not." "Why?" "Maybe I will tell you sometime." Jennifer said after a pause. She was looking at her shoes. "What else did he say?" "He said you were good, very good," I said, "Roger rarely gives compliments. If he meant your presentation was good, then you were outstanding. If he meant you were nice looking, then you were gorgeous. His wife is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." "Which one did he imply?" "Both, he said 'good' twice." I grinned at her. She laughed again and glanced me out of the corner of her eyes. I had a strange feeling that I couldn't pin down. I was starting to worry that I might begin to like this bitch. "I'm hungry. Do you mind joining me for lunch?" I asked. "Where?" "What about Italian?" "Fine for me. The one you suggested last night?" "Nope, I know another one nearby." "Seems you know New York pretty well." "Since Roger & Wilson moved to New York three and a half years ago, whenever I came here, I took a vacation. Melissa and Roger would show me around. Melissa is part Italian." "His wife?" "Yep. Well to be exact, she was his girlfriend. They got married last year." When I was sipping my coffee after the meal, I asked Jennifer. "Do you want to see the Statue of Liberty? We have the whole afternoon open." "You've never been there?" She asked. "I have; but you haven't." Jennifer thought for a moment. "Okay, but I want to drop the material in my room first." "Sure, I haven't seen anyone there with a briefcase myself." When we were in the hallway outside her room, she said, "I think I might as well change into more casual clothes." "Good idea. I'll do the same." She came out of her room in the dress she was wearing the day before. Before she closed the door I saw something like a dress hanging outside the wardrobe. "What's that? I pointed inside." "Oh, that's my dress for this evening. Bruce had told me they were having a cocktail party." I peeked inside. Jennifer snickered. "Want to take a look?" She opened the door wide. It was a drapery knit matte jersey shirtdress. "You're going to look great." Jennifer smiled, closed the door and headed towards the elevator lobby. When we returned to the hotel it was a little past five o'clock. "Jennifer, I will knock on your door at six-thirty. I need to do a little shopping." Jennifer nodded. "Okay, see you later." She smiled and walked into the hotel lobby. Her smile reinforced my determination to do something stupid. When I got back to my room it was almost a quarter after six. I took a shower real fast and changed into my black suit. I got everything ready and went out to knock on her door. "Oh, my goodness! You look better than I expected." I couldn't hold back my praise when she opened the door. "Thank you. You look good too, except your tie." Jennifer smiled. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a dark green tie with some neon-green design that I wore to the meeting that morning. It was a gift from an ex-girlfriend. I saw nothing wrong with it. It was one of my best ties. "Jennifer, may I come in?" "Sure." She pulled open the door and stepped back. I thought she would at least hesitate but she didn't. I went inside. "Jennifer, I hmm, I have something for you. I think it will look nice on you." I reached into my pocket and took out a necklace with a pendant. Jennifer studied the necklace for a moment. It was a 14k gold wheat necklace with a shinning stone pendant. "Where did you get it?" She asked. "Sears is having a sale. I saw it while looking for something for myself. It's some gemstone on the pendant but it looks like a diamond. Isn't it nice?" "How much is it?" "Well, it's on sale, only $199." "I can't take it." "Why not? Is it terrible?" "No, it's beautiful. But I can't accept an expensive gift from you." "Look, Jennifer. You've helped me earned more than ten thousand dollars. This is nothing." I raised my voice. "Now turn around so I can put it on for you." Jennifer hesitated. She looked at the jewelry in my hand and looked at me. She looked at the necklace again. I saw her eyelashes fluttering. She turned around. I put the necklace on her neck. Her skin was smooth as silk. I didn't know what perfume she was wearing. Her fragrance drove me nuts. I had to keep going through the multiplication table in my mind to keep myself from bulging. Jennifer went over to the mirror and looked at the necklace on her. "It's really beautiful. Thank you." "You're welcome. You look great wearing it." She smiled at me, and then opened her handbag. "Do you know you have an awful taste in clothing? Your tie is more a napkin than a tie." I look down at myself again. I never had a napkin on me so I didn't know how much it looked like a napkin. I raised my head and saw her holding a tie-envelop in her hand. She pulled a tie out and toss the envelop into the litter bin. "Put this on. It will look great on you." I took the tie. It was a brown and black silk-jacquard tie with a tweedy pattern. I flipped it over and noticed it was an Yves Saint Laurent tie. "How much is this?" "Much less than the necklace. Put it on" I went over to the mirror and replaced the tie. "You look decent now." Jennifer smiled. I was confused. To tell the truth I didn't know why I bought Jennifer the necklace. This tie she bought me added more bewilderment to my mind. It didn't make sense. "Why did you buy me the tie?" "Why did you buy me the necklace?" "I thought it would look great on you." "I thought your tie was ugly." We both laughed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 5 - The Cocktail When we arrived at the Four Seasons Pierre function room where the Roger & Wilson cocktail reception was held, there were already at least 200 people there. I saw Roger and Melissa. Roger gave me a hug, so did Melissa. "Melissa, you're drop-dead gorgeous!" Melissa giggled. "Thank you, James. You look great too. Nice tie you're wearing. It's much better than those napkins you usually wear." I glanced at Jennifer and saw her snickering happily. I introduced her to Melissa. "You're beautiful, Jennifer. Oh, this necklace is dazzling!" "Thank you. You're gorgeous. James bought the necklace." I saw Roger giving me an endorsing wink. Melissa waved a woman to come over. "Maggie, meet Jennifer and James. They're from Roger's advertising agency. James' also Roger's long time buddy." Melissa turned to us. "Meet my sister Maggie. She just moved to the Big Apple last year." "Nice meeting you, James." Maggie shook our hands. "Nice meeting you, Jennifer. Wow! This necklace looks so beautiful on you." "Nice meeting you, Maggie. Thanks you," Jennifer added, "James got it at Sears. The pendant is some gemstone." Maggie looked at me with an astonished expression. "Sears?" "Yeah, ah... What do you do, Maggie?" "I'm a jewelry designer." "Shit!" I said to myself. "Why are you so surprised?" Jennifer asked Maggie. "Because Sears don't sell Tiffany Collections." "What are Tiffany Collections?" "Well, I think we need a drink." I nudged Jennifer's elbow. "Honey, the necklace you're wearing is a Tiffany Collection, and it's a diamond pendant. Tiffany only uses diamond, not even ruby or sapphire, and never other gemstones." Maggie replied. "How can you tell?" Jennifer glanced at me and turned to Maggie. "I'll go get some snacks." I said and sneaked away. I wanted to go to the airport at once and get back home. I was hanging around at the bar when someone pinched me at my back. It was Jennifer. "How much is it?" "What?" "The necklace. You liar!" "Look, Jennifer. Maggie could have made a mistake." "She works for Tiffany." I knew I shouldn't have come to this party. I knew I shouldn't have bought Jennifer that jewelry. I knew I shouldn't have come to New York. "How much?" Jennifer took a small step toward me. She was so close to me her breast was almost against my chest. She looked right into my eyes. I looked at my shoes. I turned around and saw my life saver. Wilson was coming towards us. I lowered my voice. "Let's talk about this later, okay? I promise." Jennifer saw Wilson, too. I was safe for the moment. Jennifer smiled a lot at the party, except when she looked at me. I never enjoyed being in cocktail parties, but this one was the worst. At about nine o'clock Jennifer talked to me first time since asking her question. "I think we'd better go. I'm tired." "Okay, let's go find Roger first." We started looking for Roger and Melissa. "You really have to go now?" Melissa asked. "Yes, I really enjoy it here. But I stayed up late last night working and I'm pretty tired." Jennifer said. "All right. Take care, honey. Do come more frequently. I'll show you around." Melissa gave Jennifer and me a hug. Roger did the same. "Hey, Mariah is leaving too. She can give you guys a ride," Roger said as Mariah showed up from behind. "We can take a cab," I said. "Where are you guys staying?" Mariah asked. "Hilton Millennium," I replied. "Well, that's on my way. I'll give you guys a ride," Mariah said. As soon as we got out of Mariah's car in front of the hotel, Jennifer repeated her question. "How much?" "It's nothing." "How much?" "I got a good deal. It was on sale." "How much?" "Two thousand." I reached out my hands to stop Jennifer. She was trying to take the necklace off her neck. "Get your fucking hands off me!" I didn't release her hands. "Jennifer, listen! I know it is stupid. I don't even know why I bought it. But I knew it would look great on you, and you deserve it." "What do you want from me?" "What do you mean? I told you already. You helped me made a significant amount of money. I get a great bonus from your outstanding presentation. It's my expression of appreciation." "I was just doing my job. I was paid to do it. I don't need anything else, especially not a two thousand dollar 'appreciation'." I didn't know what to say. I saw her eyes getting wet. She tried to get away from my hands. "Jennifer," I hold her arms, "whatever it was that made me do that stupid thing buying you the necklace, you deserve it." "Why did you lie?" "If I told you I bought you a two thousand dollar necklace, would you have accepted it?" "No." "You did when you thought it was two hundred." "I shouldn't have." "Jennifer, I had some girlfriends in the past. Whenever I bought them gifts that cost a few hundred bucks I had to think it for a while. But I had no hesitation when I bought you this necklace. I just thought you deserved it." "I'm not your girlfriend." "I know. I was just saying that you deserve it." "And you lied." "I'm sorry for that, Jennifer. I feel like hell." "Of course you do, your lie was uncovered." "I know. It was the shittiest cocktail party I've ever been to." Jennifer laughed. I felt relieved. "Keep the necklace as if it were a two hundred buck one, okay?" Jennifer hesitated, then said softly, "I'll think about it." She was looking at her shoes. "Let's get inside. 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