Chapter 10: Sammy
The rest of my day was just god-awful, unbelievably long and incredibly boring. I sat through half a dozen meetings, listened in on a dozen conference calls with international vendors, answered several dozen emails, and still could not tell you the topic of a single one. I tried by best to focus, but I simply could not pay attention to anything going on around me. My entire brain, every burnt-out cell of it, every thought, every idea, every notion, was quickly overridden by thoughts of Andrea Nichols.
I kept seeing her sitting across the cafeteria table from me… luscious red hair… big blue eyes… wide mouth… kissable lips... long neck… Then magically, her clothes disappeared and I was climbing across the table to ravage her right there in front of the lunch time crowd. Just thinking about her made my cock plump up in my pants, something a guy my size has a hard time hiding.
I even thought about stepping into my private bathroom to pump one out using the dirty video Carina had sent me for those times when I needed a little relief and she wasn’t around. In the video, Carina had a GoPro strapped to a giant dildo and was… well… never mind.
I spent the afternoon watching the clock and counting down the hours until I picked her up for our date. Our date… Shit, where the hell do you take a girl like Andrea? My social life consisted of drinking binges with the boys and long weekends at Club D with the girls. I wasn’t even sure I remembered what to do on a date, much less where to take a nice girl on one.
I sat with my desk chair turned toward the wall of windows and tried to remember the last time I had been on an actual date. Was it a year ago, that chick I met at that fundraising thing… No, we just fucked in the restroom after dinner. Wasn’t exactly what I’d call a date. Wait, there was that model a few months back, when I was in Cannes for the film festival. Yes, we went on a date… no, wait… she just gave me a blowjob in the back of the limo and nearly gagged on my… shit.
I had not had a date-date in years. I had no idea what to do or where to do it or how to act.
I needed help from a master.
I picked up the phone and called…
“Amy Rossetti,” the love of Isaac’s life said sweetly after her secretary patched me through. “Sammy? Is that you?”
“It is,” I said, clearing my throat, trying not to sound nervous. “I uh, well, I have a question that I hope you can answer. Or at least point me in the right direction.”
“Okay, is it about cybersecurity?” she asked. Cybersecurity was Amy’s area of expertise and there was nobody better at it. IDS and dozens of other companies paid her millions of dollars a year to help keep their data safe. “Has something happened at IDS? You guys haven’t been hacked, have you?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” I said quickly. “It’s just that, well, I may have a... well, a date tonight and I have no idea where to take her.”
Amy giggled in my ear. “You may have a date or you do have a date?”
“I… have a date. And if you tell Isaac or Denny I’ll have to hunt you down and bear hug you to death.”
“Relax, big guy, your secret is safe with me,” she said. “So, who is the lucky girl?”
“Her name is Andrea Nichols.”
“Oh, I know Andrea. She’s Denny’s assistant marketing director… tall… very tall, in fact... red hair… gorgeous…” She hummed in my ear. “Good for you, Sam. She’s quite the looker. You two will make quite a couple.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” I huffed. “I mean, it’s just a date.”
“Sure, that’s how me and Isaac started out and look at us now. So, what were you thinking?”
I shrugged with the phone wedged between my ear and shoulder. “I honestly have no idea. Last time I was on a date the iPhone 4 was state of the art.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a nerd if that’s your point of reference,” she said, giggling again. “Okay, well, dinner is always a good idea. A girl has to eat. Do you know what kind of food she likes?”
“Uh, well, we had burgers and fries for lunch,” I said, exhaling loudly at my still-full belly. “She said she was a pretty basic kind of girl. She won’t eat anything she can’t pronounce.”
“Okay, so no French or anything fancy I’m guessing,” Amy said. “And I assume there’s no need to impress her with your money.”
I smiled. “No, I don’t think she’s that kind of girl.”
“Okay, well you had burgers and fries for lunch. How about seafood for dinner? A nice lobster? Shrimp? Salmon. The fresher the better.”
“That might work,” I said. “I’ll bet she loves seafood. There’s a Captain Dee’s near my house…”
“Uh, no.”
“No?”
“No, you don’t take a girl like Andrea Nichols to fucking Captain Dee’s on a first date,” she said as if she were scolding me for saying something totally ridiculous. I loved Captain Dee’s. I didn’t see the big deal.
She said, “It really has been a while since you had to impress a girl with anything other than your money, huh.”
“Yes, so shut up and help me.”
“Fine, okay, how about Fisherman’s Wharf? It’s wonderful and you can sit by the ocean and watch the tide come in while you eat.”
“Great,” I said, turning toward my computer to pull up Fisherman’s Wharf’s website to make an online reservation. “What then?”
“What then?”
“Yeah, after dinner. What do we do?”
“Well, Sam, do you think she’ll want to go back to your place?”
I felt my cheeks getting hot like a little boy caught beating his meat in the locker room (don’t ask why that analogy popped into my mind). “Well, Amy, I don’t know. I mean, do people do that on a first date?”
“Do what?” she asked. I could tell by her voice that she was smiling, fucking with me.
“Do that,” I said. “You know, have sex?”
“Jesus, Sammy, have you been going to Club D so long you’ve forgotten how to treat a woman who’s not on your payroll?”
I huffed in her ear. “Well, technically, she is on my payroll.”
“You know what I mean, you big dope,” Amy said, clicking her tongue. “I don’t think Andrea Nichols is going to give up the goods like those freak shows you guys have working at Club D.”
It wasn’t hard to detect the disdain in her voice when it came to the topic of Club D. Even though she and Isaac hooked up there when Amy snuck in a guest, she did not hold the place in too high esteem. Even Denny’s girl, Serena, who was working her way through college as a waitress at Club D, kept harping on Denny to sell his interest. We had already agreed to turn over ownership of Club D to a charitable trust. Obviously, it was not happening fast enough for Amy and Serena.
And that led to another thought…
Hmmm, wonder what Andrea would say if she knew we owned Club D and spent my weekends frolicking with the likes of Carina the Great… That was a secret she’d never have to learn if I had anything to do with it. Besides, if things worked out between us, I might never go back to Club D again. Other than to say goodbye to Carina one last time… Or two…
“Okay, so dinner at Fisherman’s Wharf, then we just play it by ear,” I said.
“There you go,” Amy said, her voice pleasant again. “And after dinner maybe you take a walk along the pier or go for a nice drive.”
“Or go back to her place and fuck each other’s brains out!”
“What the…” I held the phone away from my ear for a moment, scowling at it. I tapped the speaker button and growled into the phone. “Jesus Christ, Amy, is Isaac there with you? Am I on the fucking speaker phone?”
“He made me do it!” Amy said, giggling again.
“Hey there, big guy,” Isaac said, his amused voice coming through the little speaker. It made me want to crush the phone in my hands like it was his head. “Sorry, couldn’t help but overhear. Sounds like your lunch with Andrea went great! I was the one who suggested that Denny hook you up with her so you two could start your very own Land of the Giants. You’re very welcome!”
“Fuck you very much,” I said, shaking my head.
“Hey, if you need a condom there are some hefty bags under the sink in the kitchen,” Isaac said. “Use the ones with the draw string.”
“You’re an asshole, Isaac,” I said, holding the phone close to my lips. “I’m gonna kick your ass the next time I see you.”
“I’ll get help and kick your ass if you screw this up with Andrea,” he said. “This could be your one shot at a girl who can truly make you happy.”
“Whatever,” I growled, knowing he was right.
“Don’t whatever me, young man,” he said, cracking himself up.
“Sammy, just ignore him,” Amy said.
“I will,” I said angrily.
“And Sam?”
“Yes, Amy?”
“Go on home and take a shower and put on clean underwear. You never know where this night might lead.”