It was the International car show and it's a holy day for
Charles/Ishouldabeenacarsalesman. Last year we were in Lousyanna when it was time for the car show and he flew back to New York for it.
But yesterday was special, I had been invited to share in the holy grail of car shows with him and I knew it was an honor. I'm not really big about going anywhere early and giving up the laziness of My precious Saturday morning but I bit the bullet and was ready on time for Charles to have us walking to the train station in the rain and irritatingly laughing at the scowl on My face from having to get even a tiny bit wet. At the station, there was an old OLD black man dressed dapperly in a three piece suit, every tiny seam and button in its place making his way up the train station stairs painstakingly one at a time. As I watched him it just infuriated Me that the city allows such inequities of the different train stations. Rosedale is mostly black and compared to the other stations it's a poor excuse. Charles had stopped by Starbucks in an effort to lure Me out into the rain on time, so I was clutching the steaming cup as the man approached the door to the waiting center, he smiled at Me and asked Me where HIS coffee was and next time to be sure and not forget to bring him a cup. I burst into laughter and Charles groaned as I proceeded to chatter with him the whole way to the city. Charles should have been thankful because he tried to trick Me and we had arrived at the train station with 10 min to spare which all My friends know, just irritates Me. Being early is so gauche.Did I mention that it was raining? Raining that soft kind of rain that calls for you to be snuggled in bed, drinking tea and reading a book or fucking your brains out if you have a snuggle partner with you. I say that so I get the appropriate "what a great Partner for Charles" points since I walked around the Javitz center for close to 7 hrs ooing and ahing
and listening to what cars were such a disappointment and which ones were "just
outstanding". I did discover a car I had never heard of which seems to be reserved for the "filthy rich" only. It was a Mabach... you have to check them out. The truth is that I really did enjoy it. I thought it was cute that Charles had a plan that we would do this certain section and then get a hot dog and beer. Now there was My motivation.
Every time I drug Myself out of yet another Dodge, Chevy or Ford I was softly whispering the mantra, "hot and beer, hot dog and beer, hot dog and beer". We finally made it to the food court and ordered two hot dogs and two beers when the lady said.. that will be $18.50. As My jaw dropped I glared at her and yelled "WHAT?" Charles knows Me well enough to know when a fight is ensuing so He threw a $20 at her and hustled Me off while I was looking over My shoulder with one of those "if looks could kill" looks. But after all that traipsing around the scrawny bar stool felt like a throne and as I sunk My teeth into that hot dog complete with mustard and relish that I squeezed out of a tiny plastic package, I thought, "Oh Fuck, this was worth 20 fucking dollars", which was intensified as the BUDLIGHT ( yes slut, I drank your beer) which was thankfully in the subzero temp rage. I looked at Charles as We both slammed our beer cups to the table and We grinned through beer foam mustaches and said, "Life is GOOD". I gotta tell you, I think that was the best hot dog I've ever had but Charles says no, that the best hot dogs are at Yankee Stadium so We planned an exploration mission in the next few weeks. Charles tried to make Me promise I would not talk to everyone in the seats around us at the baseball game which I just smiled about since he should know better than that. I'm a good Suthun Girl and that would just be RUDE, not to mention BORING. I could never let all those people be around Me and not find out about them, what if I missed some real treasure of a person. pffttt silly Charles. By the time we made our way around the rest of the car show, I was exhausted and they had those Chinese massage people with the chairs and I kept looking at Charles to stop but he was on a mission and I had determined that this would be one of HIS days so I passed them all by with a forlorn look. Then I finally gave up the ghost and told him that I was done, no more steps and at that point I wasn't really sure if I could make it to the street to get a cab. He laughed and said He was done as well so we ran for a cab as someone was getting out and I was horrified to hear the driver tell Charles he was off now so I pushed Charles out of the way and put on My Mistress voice, soothing him with words of empathy about how tired he was but assuring him that I was tired also and might die right there in his cab and it would take him even LONGER to get home by the time the coroner came and all the police reports were done and that I would miss My precious daughters wedding in July and that My poor husband would have to go to it all alone at which time Charles jumped in and said that now the driver HAD to take us because he was NOT getting into that hurricane of a wedding without Me there. The driver just looked at us for a minute deciding if he wanted two crazy people in his cab and then said, "ok, get the fuck in but I'm smoking a cigarette." I opened My mouth to comment on how bad that was for him but Charles glared at Me so I decided I could keep that to myself this one time. After all the driver HAD been up for a 24 hour shift, I guess he deserved a smoke and could on quitting later, after he had successfully delivered Me to Penn Station and the sanctity of My comfortable seat on the train that would take Me HOME at last.Now, you are probably thinking that I would get home, order pizza and wings and settle in for a night of beer, pizza, movies and snuggle time with Charles. Well, unfortunately for ME, you are wrong. It was Caio's birthday so plans had to be made and there was an evening ahead. So, just let Me tell you that just BEING in the same space as Caio can make you tired. He keeps up a steady stream of tirade and dramatics in his thick Brazilian accent quoting movies and James Dean and favorite American poets all night. He's small and compact and hardwired for intensity. Two other of our Brazilian friends joined us and Charles and I decided to take everyone to our favorite sushi place in on the Nautical Mile in Long Island. We got there just in time for our reservation which I made from the train by the way. Efficiency is My middle name huh? But, I digress as usual. They have these cool little rooms that close off with pretty rice paper doors and the pretty waitresses have to kneel to bring you hot towels and drinks and food and of course I love that. Just as we were getting settled My boy finn called from the "Beat Me in St. Louis" event to ask if he should buy a new balanced flogger that a dealer was trying to sell him to which I answered in the positive and was so delighted that he called. So Caio was the birthday boy and pretty soon even the closed doors couldn't make up for the fact that we were a boisterous crowd. Even worse, Caio had fallen in love our waitress who mistook him saying she had pretty skin for skinny and stated "here comes the skinny girl" every time she opened the rice paper door. After asking Me if I ever had a sake bomb, to which I replied in the negative, she showed back up with glasses for everyone and small sake cups and the small sake pitcher. She filled everyone's highball glass with beer and put our chopsticks over the top and then balanced the little sake cups on the chopsticks. We were of course all intrigued having already figured out that the object would be for the sake to drop into the beer. So on the count of three we all BANGED on the table, the sake cups fell and we sucked the glasses dry and dissolved into laughter. It was so fun that we did it again.
They brought Caio some disgusting green tea ice-cream for his birthday and after exchanging emails so we could send pictures to them we all headed out.I think everyone else thought the night was over but I knew better, I saw that look in Charles eye. I knew we were going to the strip bar and it was FINE BY ME. I wanted to see Anna the pretty Russian girl again and Na Na, Andre’s wife had never been to a strip bar before so that in itself was a motivation to go. As it turned out, Anna was not there but there was a new girl that I took a shine to. Her name is Jessie and she looks like a Barbie, a complete opposite to Anna. She was MUCH more physical with the lap dance and I enjoyed it immensely. I have definitely decided that this bi thing is something I have to try. Her skin was so soft and I actually had this desire to kiss her which has not been there before. Well, I felt it a little with Anna but as I get more used to the idea I’m really warming up to the idea
When finn gets his new flogger I will post a picture ( of his red ass as well as the new flogger). The vendor told him that every slave should have their own equipment and he is right. So we will start building a collection for him.
More to come…. I’m on the hunt now and Charles is DELIGHTED to say the least…..
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