Page 4 of Sex Coach

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Michelle

Michelle

"T his is insane."I understood he needed to be able to pick me out of a crowd, but this was still insane. Huddling inside my coat as I hurried up the steps, I tried to understand what was the point of going someplace in this kind of weather wearing a mini skirt and high heels sans stockings .

No tights. Nothing. No stockings at all .

Boots apparently had been out of the question .

Fortunately, my coat went all the way to my ankles. Not only was it warm, it was lined and heavy enough that the wind didn't send it flapping all around me. Still, I shivered inside it as I hurried through the doors .

I turned it over to the man just inside and fluffed my hair .

It was packed inside, and I tried to see if the seat I was supposed to find was open as the instructions in the email had insisted it would be .

Aaaaannnnddd...it was .

Sure enough, the second seat from the end at the bar was empty. It was insanely crowded in here, but those two seats sat vacant. Shaking my head, I gave my hair one last fluff and then made my way over toward the bar. A couple started to approach the two seats, and I froze. Maybe I was wrong .

"Excuse me," a churlish voice came up from behind me, and I sidestepped, realizing I was standing right in the middle of the one clear path available .

A waiter eyed me with cool appraisal as I stood there .

"I'm sorry," I said, easing a little farther out of the way .

The waiter cut around me without any reply, and when I looked back at the bar I realized the couple had abandoned their attempts to take the seats. "Okay. Let's try again," I told myself. I resumed my walk and nobody else got between me and those seats .

When I got to the bar, I waited for the bartender to look at me. Feeling foolish as I stood there, I toyed with the strap of my purse until he finally glanced my way. When he did, he raked me up, then down with a quick look before simply nodding at the seat .

"Ah, I believe one of these seats are mine ."

He put a drink down in front of somebody and gestured to the stool I'd been eying .

Well. A man of many words .

I sat down and looked around, but the only solo guy I saw was an older man who looked to be in his sixties. Please tell me that's not him .

It wasn't that he was a bad looking older guy, but he looked like he was somebody's grandpa, not The King of Multiple Orgasms. How could I talk sex with somebody who looked like a grandpa ?

I had to fight back the urge to giggle and ended up ordering a glass of wine so I could do something other than laugh nervously or stare .

Several minutes ticked by as I waited, but the older man didn't approach .

Neither did anybody else .

The King of Multiple Orgasms was running late .

When the bartender put down my glass of wine, he laid down a piece of paper with it .

I 'm here. Don't look up and please stop looking around. My job requires absolute discretion and looking around attracts attention .

If you understand, please nod your head .

M y heart started to race.Wow. This felt kind of cloak-and-dagger-ish. But I picked up the wine and right before I took a sip, I nodded. Some part of me was waiting for Gina and Blair to pop out and yell surprise .

It didn't happen, and less than a minute later, a man slid onto the stool next to mine .

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