Chapter 282: Alvin's Blowjob

After the first night I realized we needed an employee. Not necessarily a manager just someone to pick up dirty glasses and bring more ice to a table. One of the customers overheard me talking to Jennifer about it.

"Maxine, I have a niece who is looking for work. She came here with just a high school education and not so good English. She is enrolled in your community college. She would love to work here and I promise you will have no trouble at all from her."

"Have her come by tomorrow at 7PM." I suggested.

"So you are Sean's niece?" I asked the young woman the next evening.

"Yes Ma'am," she answered in a heavy Irish brogue. I couldn't begin to pronounce her name as she did, so I called her Timmie. She was 19 and about fifty pound over weight. I didn't think she would cause any fights among the customers, since she was not a raving beauty. Oh she might get hit on, and if she agreed, she could probably get laid every night, but fought over? That I just couldn't see.

I didn't hear anything from the Heartland Mill Project over the next three days. I spent a lot of the time at the downtown house, keeping up with the world news and whatever else I could find to entertain myself. I did get the date of the Emmy awards banquet. It had been sets months before, but no one bothered to tell me until the official invitation came in the snail mail.

I got just 25 days to prepare myself for the awards. I had expected that I would remain dead calm, but the computer's cold logic part of me didn't work all that well. However the bubbly little girl inside my Maxine's brain input was there in force.

I need to go to New York or somewhere to buy a dress, I thought.

The hell you do, came the input from the controller. You will look great in a burlap bag.

That's probably what I will have to wear to hid all the scars you gave me. I thought that just for them to overhear.

We didn't give them to you. We copied the ones you had, so that you could be seen at least a little naked by people who knew you.

You copied my scars, but I still can't be seen naked, because I am missing a couple of parts that guys will notice, that thought was a little louder and harsher than I expected. It did no good since they already knew it. I was sure it was under discussion at the farm. I had no idea the war it was causing.

One set of engineers was complaining that I was completely functional the way I was at that moment. While a different set said that listening to the first set was why at that point in time I was not really ready for one of the missions they had designed me for in the first place. Of course I knew nothing of the infighting at the time.

Anyway I need a special dress unless you want me to stay home.

I am sure we do not want you to stay home. As a matter of fact, I have been told to be sure that going to that banquet does not slip your mind, as if that were possible.

"So who is going with me?" I asked. "I need to give the guy time to find a tux," I said it aloud. I just suddenly decided I wanted to have a fucking conversation with the controller.

Since it is well known, through the TV show, that you are bisexual, we were thinking Jennifer. What do you think?

"Why ask me, you know what I am thinking before I think it most of the time," I said aloud to the walls.

We know some of it, if we are responsible for that particular thought. When the Maxine part of your circuits fire up, you can surprise us. So again what do you think about Jennifer?

"Well we would for sure have fun and I wouldn't feel the need to put out at the end of the evening," I said.

There is that too, since the argument goes on, came the reply. I just got the authorization for you to invite her. Your case officer just happened to be standing here.

"Gee thanks," I said aloud.

I punched the speed dial for Jennifer's office. "Hello Maxine," the receptionist said.

"Jewel, I can't get used to you answering with my name. I think I hate caller ID," I said with a laugh.

"Most people seem to like it," she said.

"In my opinion it ranks right up there with the casher at the dollar store saying 'have a blessed day'. Or the phony shit from the bank tellers that me/ Everyone knows they are being forced to feed us that shit. "Thank you for your business Ms Stone." If they didn't read my name off the account, they wouldn't know me from you." I said.

"If you are through venting Maxine, I will put you through to the boss now?" she suggested.

"Okay Jewel thanks for being patient with me." I said.

"Not a problem Jennifer told me to ignore you when you are bitchy," she said with a laugh.

"Good," I agreed.

"Are you quite through harassing the help. You are why I can't keep a receptionist," Jennifer said with a laugh.

"My ass, it's the gang thugs, and dope dealers, you have hanging around the waiting room." I laughed.

"Let just one receptionist get raped in the office and I never hear the end of it," she said laughing. We both knew she was joking. "If you are calling about the Heartland Mill project, I have not heard from any of the Harts." she advised me.

"No, I called to invite you to a party. I can't invited Bob though." I said.

"I wish you would stop doing that. Just because Bob likes to watch, you are mean to him." she did laugh a little.

"That isn't the reason damn it. Why don't you just hear me out once," I suggested smiling even though she couldn't see.

"Alright what party," she said.

"The Emmy award banquet in Los Angeles, if you can figure a way to write it off my taxes," I said.

"You are kidding right?" she asked.

"Not at all, so do you want to be my date?" I asked.

"Do I have to put out after the banquet, not that I would mind," she said.

"For someone probably, but not necessarily for me," I said with a hearty laugh.

"We have to buy dresses," she said.

"No shit," I replied. "I have to get something to hide my scars."