Just Making This Party A Bit Brighter

Friday I flew in from a business trip, and on the flight from Boston it turned out that I was sitting next to the north American GM of Hippaboat Yachts. He was flying to my town for a reason ... they were opening an Hippaboat lounge, an exclusive place for owners of Hippaboat boats. Made friends with the guy and he tells me they hired this girl to run the place. Turns out she's a roommate of my friend HBshoes. Let's call her HBHippaboat.

So naturally, that night I grab my sister, a couple friends, tuxedos, black ties, cocktail dresses, all that jazz. We show up there and I lose my mind. Haven't seen so many beautiful women in one place in a long time. I start mingling. HBHippaboat brought like 15 of her girlfriends for the opening (obviously) so I work those ... turns out I opened some of them with a wing one night a couple months ago and they still remember it (I did not lol).

Suddenly I see this stunning blonde walk by in a golden dress with Monroe style hair, a personal assistant, and an “I own the world” attitude. She was in her late 20s or early 30s, but to untrained eyes she could go for 23 easily. She checks me out and walks back to her table, which is full of European-looking people.

Then I realize that my friend HBShoes knows her. I go for an intro, started from the opposite side of the table. They all turned out to be head buyers from Europe who came here to pick 2011 styles of shoes from HBShoes' company to sell in their respective countries. The blonde girl is apparently the CEO of one of the largest fashion retail networks in Eastern Europe (HBCEO).

I shake her hand and it all becomes clear. In business, a handshake can tell a lot about the person. Reading handshakes is an art. Hers was strong, feminine, and submissive. Looking right into my eyes. Extra second of pause. Deal is closed.

Then the game began. Full range of playful negging on both sides. Constantly in a spotlight since she is a big shot and HBShoes and her coworkers need her to have the best time to buy more shoes for her network. HBHippaboat's friends are all over me ... they all watched my approach and saw the energy and sparks. HBCEO enjoys the chase and being chased by a younger guy. I call her a cat. She wonders why. I tell her I can only show her in private.

Couple minutes later, after another round of mutual negging, she tells me I look younger than my sister (who is 20). I respond, “Fuck you.” Silence. Complete silence on the terrace because I just told the main guest of the party to fuck off. HBShoes and her colleagues intervene and try to get me away, but suddenly HBCEO realizes her fun is about to be over if she keeps being “offended,” so she calls off her assistant, and HBShoes' people say it was a joke.

She turns to me and says, “Nobody ever tells me fuck you.” I respond in Russian (she speaks like 10 languages): “Sorry, but you've been with weak men all your life then.” She responds, “You are right,” and looks at me like a cat.

I start giving her a bit less attention, concentrating on HBHippaboat friends. Took a couple more numbers and got to know the staff before getting back into HBCEO's set.

HBHippaboat is jealous, or her friends are, so she comes into my HBCEO set and cock blocks by asking, “How many of my friends have you managed to pick up by now ?”

I respond, “Tell them to relax. I'm not interested anyways, just making this party a bit brighter for them.” This was a good power play. Right away got ten times more attention from HBHippaboat and friends. HBCEO sees all this. I'm about to leave. She wants to leave with me but can't because her staff, partners and clients are all watching her.

I'm almost leaving, saying goodbye to people, when her assistant comes up to me. She takes me aside and asks for my number. HBCEO told her assistant to get my number and schedule a date with me.

I'm on the way home. Suddenly, I receive a call from an unknown number with foreign country code. 3 AM. Pick it up. HBCEO asking me to come see her at her hotel. I refuse since I'm too tired and would fuck it up. I tell her to come out with me for drinks the next day (her last day in here). She is pissed but understands. Nobody ever says no to her, but she enjoys the game of being forced to chase.

Next day I pick her up at her hotel at 7. She looks stunning ... jeans, beautiful blouse, hair, everything perfect. We go to a greasy spoon. We get served by a waitress with whom I had hooked up before. Crazy social proof and jealousy plotlines on both sides.

We are about to leave and HBCEO insists on paying (she noticed tension between me and the waitress and got jealous) so she pulls out her Amex Centurion and pays leaving a $100 tip on a $60 bill (totally to piss the waitress off and show her who is who). I'm enjoying watching this catfight. I've been in many before, but this one was special.

We go to a bar from there. More social proof, more jealousy, sangria. Then we end up at another bar. My favorite bartender. Drinks.

She tells me she won't have sex with me tonight. I go direct, saying that I want her. She gets shy ! We start talking about sex. I go for a make out. She pulls away. I start laughing at her. Now she pulls me in for a make out. She gets turned on instantly. I love older women.

We close the bill. My place. Best sex since the Ukraine. There is something special about confident Eastern European women. Love it.

Morning. She gets a call. Her flight is 11 AM and it's 9:30. Her assistant had to find my address through HBShoes. She's packed her stuff for her and was waiting in a limo downstairs. She leaves, and is not likely to come back to this town.

Last thing I hear from her is a text: “Thank you for an amazing night, you made me feel like a woman again, xoxoxo.”

PS. She just added me on Facebook lol