He's not my dad

Part 6

I couldn't wait to tell my Roommate what had happened at work. I had been laughing to myself all day. I couldn't believe it really happened. It was like something out of a Adam sandler comedy. Kate beat me to it and told beee about the disastrous meeting.

"Bree you wouldn't believe how close we were to losing the job, it was crazy how stupid those guys were" Kate complained.

They had only met two hours before but Kate had clicked with bree just as quickly as she had with me. We walked into the packed out bar and were immediately surrounded by drunk New Yorkers and tourists. The line to the bar was so busy that I had to use my elbows to push my way forward.

You know how I said having big breasts Is such a bad thing well I have to admit they do come in handy sometimes. Like now , I'm wearing a red skin tight dress that shows the curves of my body. It's cut almost inappropriately low so my breasts are very much on show. Well the bartender must be a breast man because he made a beeline to me and served me almost immediately.

"3 mojitos and 3 tequilas" I say happily.

We downed our shots as soon as they were put in front of us.

"Lets dance" bree shouted over the music.

I nodded in agreement, we all danced as we walked to the crowded dance floor . We were careful not to spill our drinks as we danced against each other. There were eyes following us wherever we went. We did look hot, I would be looking at us too if I liked women.

If it wasn't for the alcohol I would be feeling self conscious about how I looked. I could see that my  breasts were almost spilling out of my tight dress as i danced. It was crazy I didn't want any male attention but I had stupidly wore the slutties thing I owned. I should be able to wear whatever revealing thing I want without worrying how I looked to others .

I watched with amusement as Kate and bree pretended to be a couple to get away from the guys who hassled them. They had been approached many times but i was the only single girl in the group. I had had drooling men at my feet but none took my fancy. I didn't even humour them.

"What was wrong with him" bree asked as i turned down another man who had asked me to dance.

I shrugged and sucked on my straw.  I was having a good time with the girls I didn't want to leave them.

"Too Young. I don't want a boy , I like men" I replied dryly.

Bree rolled her eyes and laughed "one old guy and suddenly she's all for the wrinkles"

Kate's eyes grew wide at the mention of men "what old guy, how old exactly. 70, 80. Oh my god was he 90. That's so Anna Nicole smith of you"

Kate sounded oddly proud, like I had told her I had solved world hunger.

I flipped my hair and looked at her and scowled. "Jesus, he wasn't an old man, he was like 40"

Kate looked disappointed, she had been hoping for juicier gossip. "Only 40 , that's not old. You got me all excited. I thought you were gonna tell me about some illicit affair with a geriatric"

Bree laughed and nudged her arm.

"Sorry to disappoint" I replied dryly. The news about me and my holiday romance really wasn't as exciting as bree seemed to think.

"I was almost moist" Kate joked. Her and bree were more alike than I thought.

"You two are gross, old guys are all grey and wrinkly. How could you find a saggy old Ass attractive " bree called over he music.