I've tried just about everything. Men, drugs, sex, and then men again, attached through marriage. This had its benefits. So I tried several of them. First there was John or more accurately John Stevens, as he liked to be called. Some people think I married him because he was a famous radio personality, but I really married him for the money he had, that I wanted. Then there was Ray
Lately I've been hanging out at this bar called the Bronze Monkey. It's kinda of a sleazy place but the men are interesting. Its like stepping back in time to the stone age when men grunted and pulled their women around by the hair of their heads. But since I don't need their money I may as well look for their best feature. You know! Not what's between their ears, what's between their legs. And most of these men seem to have what it takes.
That's where I'm heading now. I kinda started the party early. Just me, Jack Daniels, and my Prozac. I wearing the sexiest thing I had in my closet. A Victoria's Secret red, lacy dress that barely covers my ass, which is one of my best features, along with legs that run clear up to my neck, as men are accustomed to saying about me. For that special touch I was tempted to slide into a pair of crotchless panties but I don't want to be that obvious or easy. Besides if I make things too easy for the Neanderthals at the Bronze Monkey it will take some of the adventure and excitement out of the game. After all, I do want it to be fun but not too easy.
I'm going to meet a
man there. I
don't really know him but I need his services. I found out about him
through a friend of a friend that knows about his work and reputation.