Clarkson and May

Chapter 1

The little Fiat Panda came to a grudging halt outside of the sprawling country estate. I was rather reluctant to be here. Hammond was having a party and by the number of cars and people milling about it appeared to be in full swing at the moment.

"I don't understand why he does this." I mumbled to myself "This has been the worst month of our career together. I want to lay low and let the heat die down with the press and the BBC, and he goes and throws a flipping party......bloody hell."

I looked up in time to see Jeremy's sleek black Merc cruise in and park not far from me. All of our jobs were currently in limbo with the BBC, but Jeremy was in some serious trouble. I showed up here only to give him someone to drink the pain away with. These big parties aren't exactly my cup of tea, but he certainly needed to blow of some steam, and relaxing with a lot of alcohol coursing through my veins somehow didn't seem like a bad idea at all; I just preferred to do it privately. However, this last month has been a nightmare that I was all too ready to forget, regardless of the company.

I rapped on Jeremy's window, startling him. "Come on you big oaf!" I chuckled. Jeremy appeared worn down and exhausted. I only hoped that people at this party would give him some space to forget it all, and not pressure him with questions none of us had answers to currently.

We walked through Hammond's front door into a sea of people. I've never seen him have a packed house like this. The music was loud and the alcohol appeared to be flowing easily already. People were already dancing, if you could call it that. What passes as dancing now days wasn't much more than grinding about as a precursor to sex. Dancing has never been my thing either....

"Clarkson! May!" Hammond shouted over the music. "Drinks are in the kitchen and so is all of the food! Mindy and I figured you two could have the bedrooms at the far end of the house" he said shooting us an all knowing glance. He has been trying his best to get Jeremy and I to date, or at least have a night of fun with a girl for months....I groaned and rolled my eyes at his presumption. "So don't worry about driving back home tonight. Come in, get drunk; get laid! Have a good time!" he finished. We followed him into the kitchen to see what array our hosts had offered tonight.

Honestly, I was rather struck by the number of beautiful women about. Hammond had really seemed to outdo himself this time. In the doorway to the kitchen there was a blonde and brunette talking, I had to turn sideways to slide past them, trying not to bump their drinks. God almighty, their legs went on for miles! What is it about a woman in heels that just made them so delicious? I adjusted my pants accordingly, and just kept walking.

Mindy, Hammond's wife was in the kitchen too. She greeted us warmly, as always. "Hey you two!" She smiled "I hope Hamster told you, you are welcome to stay tonight. We really don't want you driving home especially after a few drinks! We want you to enjoy yourselves and be able to relax a bit tonight." she was nice enough not to mention the fracas or trying to get laid....

Clarkson reappeared at my shoulder handing me a cold beer. God it tasted good tonight. It's just what I needed, maybe this won't be so bad, the scenery sure is pleasant enough. We headed for the lounge and took up a couple of the plush leather chairs in the corner. The beers were going down way to easy tonight. Staying here probably isn't going to be a bad idea after all.

Jeremy and I took to watching the people, which is a quite enjoyable sport when sober, but slightly drunken, it became hysterical with our commentary. I soon noticed that the blonde and the brunette we had encountered near the kitchen had reappeared. They were standing on the opposite side of the room. They appeared to be engaged in the same people watching activity. However, they seemed to be watching us, and giggling and talking to themselves. I was shocked that none of the guys were having much of an effect at trying to impress them. Snobby girls likely....I wanted nothing to do with it. Jeremy, however, seemed to take this as a challenge. There was never a woman that he couldn't win.

"Look at that bird in the pink dress." Jeremy gestured towards them with his drink. "She's into me."

I couldn't help but look in their direction again. "Christ Jezza! She could be your daughter!" I retorted. He just chuckled in reply. I don't think he really cared how young she was. She was old enough to be here drinking, she was old enough in his eyes to be fair game. Her friend was quite lovely though, likely a bit older than the blonde. Long tan legs, sun highlighted hair that fell past her shoulders. I had to adjust myself in my seat again, hoping Jeremy wouldn't notice.

I finished off my beer and decidedly went to retrieve us another round while the night was still young...