Chapter 58

For Manhattan, it was a typical last week in August that bled into September. The hot, humid dog days were hanging on for a last celebration of summer. They were the kind of days you saw in the old newsreels where they opened the hydrants for the kids to cool off. They didn't do that anymore, too many people had air conditioning. Water, although not scarce, was somewhat a premium as the purification cost too much for municipalities to let it run freely back into the sewers. However, it was this exact kind of weather that prompted the public openings.

Although the air inside Wall Street Global Group was a cool 72 degrees, there were a lot of things heating up. Financial, futures and commodities markets across the world were becoming more and more a weaving web of action-reaction, force-fulcrum, and chain reaction type of dominoed responses to each other. Each of The Six were finding their days becoming more and more involved in the politics of the world making their jobs as financial seers and keepers of the financial common sense that much more difficult. It was becoming more and more obvious that adding a seventh partner was going to be more than necessary. Deteriorating health and age could easily add an attrition factor to the make-up of the group.

By late July and August Slim had moved into an office for his "training" to be the "seventh". He was much more in a position to "walk on" than Selena was at the same point and was beginning to function independently already. It was the position in life he had been meant for. He was prepared to buy in as a partner as soon as it could happen. Although not as financially independent as the other partners, or even as Selena, he could well afford the buy-in with sale of some of his holdings.

Slim and Shelley were in a self imposed cooling off period to let them both evaluate the relationship that had sky-rocketed over the early weeks of the summer. They both feared going too fast and making a mistake, but both knew that a lifetime bond was possible, if not inevitable. Consummating the relationship was the only step they hadn't made, but they certainly had made deep inroads to that end. Their one month hiatus from each other was supposed to end with a steamy weekend in New York City in mid-August if they felt the boiling point of their relationship was still maintained. The paranoia of a broken heart had kept the final step of consummation at bay, but they were both ripe for getting randy at the drop of a hat.

Slim was living in a small loft not far from the office where he worked. It belonged to a young model that was to be out of the country until Christmas. There were few furnishings, just a waterbed, small sofa and an elegant table for two with 2 chairs. Once she returned he planned to live in a hotel or with Joe and Selena until the first of the year when he would, presumably be offered his partnership and buy-in.

After his first few weeks at WSGG Deneigh began walking home to her apartment with Slim. She hated the long lonely walk, but once she could walk almost all the way with someone she began to shun the subway or cab ride. Although she was still engaged to Robben, their relationship had cooled a bit with he being out of town more and more with his job. He had asked her to move to England for an opportunity he had with Barrons as Bureau chief in London, the position he was filling in at now. Deneigh balked for 3 reasons. She didn't want to leave WSGG, she didn't want to leave New York City, and she didn't want to leave the country. Yes, she was in love, but she also loved her job and the city. Robben, or Ben as his friends called him, would tell her that love is most important and she should go with him if he accepted the opportunity. She turned the coin to show him that love was most important and he should pass on that job and remain in The City to be with his contented love.

A hot Friday night walking back towards her apartment with Slim meant another weekend of phone sex with Ben and trying to find one of her single friends who wasn't busy to go to a movie or out to a club.

"Slim, what have you got planned for the weekend?" She asked in idle conversation as they walked.

"Well, it's not too exciting. Tomorrow I'm meeting Mr. Curran at the office to research the stacks. He wants to show me the layout and I've got to spend a week in them anyway. He's writing a financial book and needs reference and copyright credit information."

"Ahhh, research accreditation. It's not too bad, just boring, although finding stuff for a book might be a little more exciting than the usual litigant request and CYA things for the press. It's all organized well and pretty soon it'll be stored in a computer file, I think at the first of the year. Ross and John have been hard to convince that hard copy storage is 19th century. They'll have a team come in with OCR readers to notate and file electronically. With outsiders in the building the Five will be like old ladies having their underwear drawer searched." Deneigh said with a chuckle.

Slim laughed so hard at her comment he had to stop walking.

"My God Slim, it wasn't THAT funny." She insisted.

"Oh God, hahahahaha it's just that we're all such a stiff bunch, so proper and all, then to hear you refer to them that way, hahahaha. Do you suppose when Selena and I become the top 2 the others will look at US that way?" Slim said trying to compose himself.

"I hope by then that I'm one of the partners. It's where I want to go. I think I'm smart enough and I'm saving my nest egg for a buy-in. I'm starting school nights next semester. It's a lofty goal, but Selena has me convinced I can do it. But, you know Selena is only here for 5 years. She and Joe are retiring for good once her commitment is done. I don't wish anything bad to the older fellows, but I bet she's number one when she does retire. The Five brought in the first new partner way too late." Deneigh said as she stopped in front of Slims building.

"Wow, that's all so interesting we'll have to get together and talk more sometime." Slim said as he extended his hand to her.

"There's a little lounge, a hang-out for financial eggheads up the street, The Bull Market". I was going to stop for a cold drink to take the edge off the week. Want to join me, we can talk more." Deneigh asked.

Slim hesitated for a minute knowing he had laundry to send out and personal paperwork to catch up on.

"Mmmm, I don't know I... " He started.

"They serve a double Champagne Cocktail in a frozen glass; it's the drink of the house!" She proclaimed.

"Oh what the hell?" Slim said putting his key back in his pocket.

The Bull Market was a long narrow bar done in dark mahogany and maroon faux leather with little lighting. Cliques of men and women were involved in their own conversations over drinks and barely noticed Slim and Deneigh come in.

They each got the house special and sipped while Deneigh continued with her views of the WSGG firm and her plans for the future. What Slim didn't know was one dirty little secret about Deneigh. She had, before in her adult life, went out to get blazing drunk and have one night flings with accessible acquaintances. Alcohol, or pot for that matter, made her a bit wanton. If she was alone and the prospect of a quick affair was to come about, with no repercussive consequences, she would take the jump. Her previous "oral rape" had been just one of these times and she wanted to abort it after the come on.

One cocktail turned into two and the third had Deneigh slurring her words and talking more about her personal life, sharing with Slim her inner controversy concerning Ben and moving, telling him that a long distance romance wasn't what she had in mind.

"Long distance romances don't work and I dumped the cheating pregnant bitch that broke my heart to prove it." Slim volunteered as he began to tell Deneigh his love life story.

As Slim told her the story of his cheating fiancé her own mind wandered back to the time she cheated, even though she had now convinced herself it was still rape. She remembered the taste of another mans cock and although she was being coerced to perform on this man, she did enjoy the feeling, the dirtiness of the drunken act that had happened a few times before. Well aware that the combination of too much alcohol and the availability of a man sprouted her horns right out, she thought about leaving The Bull Market, but with Robben overseas, it was going to be a long night and a few more drinks with the available and older Slim seemed to fit the situation well. She seemed to welcome tempting temptation.

Slim had never looked at Deneigh in any way but a business acquaintance, even though her pretty face and more than ample body were obvious. She always dressed professionally and made no attempt to titillate anyone with her looks, but Slim wasn't blind either. As she listened to his story of lost love, she peeked from behind her glass and licked her lips with a sexiness he hadn't missed. He and Shelley hadn't done the big deed yet, but had been orally and digitally intimate. Shelley had wanted to "be sure" before she went all the way with possible commitment. Slim felt his commitment to her was certainly implied, but during this separation they had agreed they could see others, but neither really thought the other would. His moral position on the situation was settled, but the alcohol was swaying his outlook.

At the same moment each of them hated themselves for even considering the compromise of morals that ran through their heads, neither of them was rushing out the door. A certain sexual excitement lured them to stay and fuel more alcohol into their sexual tanks.

"I feel bad for the heartbreak you had to endure, but that deceitful side of her was something you really HAD to find out about. I sort of cheated on my boyfriend and almost lost him but, it was really more of a rape than anything. I was a little drunk and let myself be compromised. Ah... ummmm... when I get a little more ossified than I am now I can get really naughty, you know... ummm... sexy... and not have any regrets." Deneigh said with a little giggle before she took another sip from her new rum concoction and waved a circle into the air toward the bartender. She hoped Slim had picked up her drift of possibilities for the evening.

Slim acted as if he hadn't heard her line about being naughty and not having morning regrets, but in truth it was as if she had squeezed his cock through his pants. He was teetering on the brink of breaking all of this up and that one sentence from her lips made his decision for him. It wasn't machismo that kept him in the bar, and it wasn't a sense of "getting even" for the wrong his fiancé had dealt him. It was the rare pure sexual excitement of right time-right place human vibe. He knew it and she knew it. When the new drinks arrived in front of them he looked to her and winked, almost instinctively. The second he did it he was sorry he did it and hoped she hadn't noticed, but Deneigh winked back and smiled as she pushed her old drink away and picked up the new one. That was the second grab at his cock. Now, he was in for as much as she wanted to get in for.

Slims mind raced back to his freshman year in college when his sexual naivete was at its peak. The older sister of a frat brother had come onto him and amid a shower of sweat and nervous embarrassment he asked her on a date. They went to a movie, followed by a concert for a second date with him still not believing such a great looking girl would go for him. Their third date was a college mixer where their tongues loosened and they began to get to really know each other. As he brought her a third drink she leaned up and whispered in his ear. "Don't get too drunk because I plan on fucking and sucking you for the rest of the weekend."

That raw sexual charge that went through him when he was such an innocent was being repeated right now some 20 plus years later and the feeling of raw lust and passion felt just as good. Giving in to raw sexual urges would feel as good now as it did at 16, 18 or 25.

Deneigh knew she was going to be a whore for Slim. Once she tuned in with the alcohol, the sexual high was what she craved. She loved being a slut for Robben when they would get home from drinking or partying, but she always knew that the partner wasn't the attraction, it was the sex. She wasn't so drunk that she was already planning how far she might have to go to get off. She convinced herself that if she gave him a hand job and he did the same for her it would be satisfying and they could easily face each other Monday morning. Her heart of hearts, as well as her conscience, both knew it would go much further than that, but making that the intention left anything else the fault of the alcohol. As with her oral "rape", she wanted to be faultless.

Slim took one sip from his new drink and stood to excuse himself firmly resting a hand on her thigh as he stood up.

"I've got to make a visit, I'll be right back." He said as he brushed around her stool. As she looked down to be sure her knees were out of his way the tent in his pants was obvious as it bumped her knee as he headed toward the men's room.

Although neither of them had firmly propositioned the other they both knew they were headed for a passionate liaison. As Slim took his leak he already knew he wanted her for his horny release. He wasn't worried about any romantic attachment as she was 15 years his junior and had already hinted that the morning after would hold no expectations or regrets. Shelley was the furthest thing from his mind.

As Deneigh waited she began to get excited at the prospect of possibly being with another man. She had drunk enough that her needs outweighed any bond she felt for Robben. He was thinking of moving away from her anyway as well as postponing the wedding until his job settled, so why not test the waters with this experienced man. She was sure that he would never go any further than she might want it too, but she tingled from head to toe in anticipation. She had been in this situation twice before, having a drunken sex fling in the middle of a relationship and neither time had she felt any remorse or need to reconnect with her stud. It was "just sex" and she always blamed the liquor. Even the time she was "raped" she had to admit she enjoyed the act itself. Her sexual experience may have been deep, but she had still only been with a few men.

Slim got back out to the bar and slid past Deneigh and on to his stool. He turned toward her to talk placing a hand on her thigh as he leaned in to speak to her. He was just making small talk about people around them in the bar when she interrupted him and placed her hand over his.

"We've both had too much to drink, why don't you bring me home and I'll make coffee for us." She said wavering on the stool a bit.

Slim smiled back and nodded.

"I live in the building next door, it's a lot closer."

"No", she said firmly, "I live 4 more blocks from here and would feel safe being there without having to worry about getting home.

Slim stood and immediately felt the effects of the alcohol as he bent towards her ear with his first attempt at a proposition.

"Will you make coffee the way I like it?"

"No, I think I'll make it how I like it, will that be OK?" She said making sure he got her drift.

"Understood. Let's go get a cab." Slim said as he pushed his bills and change on the bar into the bar gutter for the bartender.

Deneigh took his arm and squeezed through the patrons onto the street. The building across the street flashed the time and temperature.

"Holy crap it's almost 10 o'clock, we've been drinking and unwinding for almost 5 hours." Deneigh said as she began to lose her footing on uneven pavement.

"You still want to offer me coffee? Are you sure you can stand up?" Slim asked.

"You know I'm not making you coffee and that sidewalk was off level."

"Off level? What the hell is that?" Slim asked, followed by a long laugh to kid her while they waited for a cab.

"You know one slab is raised up higher than the other,... oh... you know. I'm not falling down drunk if that's what you mean." She said with a smile as she fell into Slim and hugged him and looked up at him asking, "Can't we just go to my place and have a good time without getting all sticky with who we should and shouldn't be with. Lets fay-shit." She began to say before she slurred.

"Fay Shit, whose that?" Slim asked mockingly laughing like someone who had too much to drink.

"Come on Slim, you know what I meant, now don't make me broadcast it to everyone on the block." She said hugging up to him and speaking into his ear.

"Face it, we're both drunk and horny and lonely, and by morning we won't be quite sure what happened, right?" Deneigh said making some sort of round-a-bout excuse as to why she shouldn't have to feel guilty or accountable, even though she was engaged to Robben.

Slim thought the fresh air was clearing his head a bit as a cab pulled up and they got in. The fact he intended on screwing around with another woman gave him a sudden pang of guilt, but even his conscience couldn't talk him out of going to Deneigh's apartment. He had just moralized that it wasn't like Deneigh was a hooker or runaround and he wasn't risking STD's and Shelley said they could see someone else if they wanted during this "cool down". His train of thought may have led him to abort the whole thing but Deneigh sat up in the cab and turned to him and took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply pushing her tongue down his throat and pressing her breasts into him with one hand behind his head and the other sliding down high on the outside of his thigh. When she pulled back from the kiss her hand brushed over his semi-stiff cock. Conscience be damned, Slim was in!

"There, I made the first move and let him know what he might be in for." Deneigh thought as she tingled from the kiss. Her panties were getting wet in the bar from anticipation, now she was soaked and her nipples ached to be played with.

Slim turned to offer her a kiss but the cab came to quick stop in front of Deneigh's building.

"That's $7.25 lovers." The cabbie said as Slim fished out a 10 dollar bill and got out and offered Deneigh a hand.

She almost stumbled getting out but Slim caught her as they both stood on the sidewalk and laughed. Then after a few moments of fishing through her purse she came up with the pass card to let herself into the front of the building. An older black man with silver hair sat inside at a podium watching a ballgame on a small TV.

"Good evening Miss Myerson, straight up?" He asked as he used a pass card of his own to call the elevator.

"Thank you Raymond." She said as she giggled and pulled Slim into the elevator cab.

As soon as the door closed she fell into Slim and pressed her lips to his and shot her tongue into his mouth. Slim dropped his hands to her ass and pulled her close, his first real move to show he was in and ready to play. She sighed into his mouth as his hands squeezed her round ass.

The door opened on 14 and she pulled Slim by the hand down 2 doors from the elevator and pulled a key from her purse. She opened the door and automatically turned to a keyboard inside to turn off a security system. She went to drop her purse on a small "catch-all" table but it missed and fell to the floor.

Again she laughed and Slim along with her as he chuckled and shook his head.