Weekend's Over

The rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur. I did start the process of packing my stuff. Janet's place was apparently pretty big, but with Karen and I both moving in, some stuff wouldn't be necessary. So, between the thrift store, my storage unit, and boxing and bagging my belongings I actually burned through all of Saturday and most of Sunday pretty quickly. I even spent some time polishing up on my resume. Sure, the coins gave me confidence that I wouldn't be packing up my desk come Monday, but it seemed prudent to prepare for a worst case scenario. For all I know, my boss, Hannah, might be bringing in some lawyers or mediators tomorrow. If they were men, I could be shit out of luck.

I still didn't even know what I was being accused of. I knew it was probably something serious, but business related. In the past, HR policy issues were dealt with swiftly, no waiting all weekend for the ax fall. So, I prepared accordingly. I built a defense against any impropriety on my part, and bolstered my argument for website refresh plan. I also made sure to set three of the dollar coins beside my wallet. One was for Hannah. She's a great boss, and I was hesitant to bring her into my harem. But, unless she was in my harem, she might object to some of the changes that were going to be coming to our office. Plus, the lizard part of my brain couldn't deny that she was absolutely gorgeous.

Another coin was for Dana. Apparently she viewed me as her rival, or at least a threat to her career, and had thrown me under the bus and derailed my big day. I don't consider myself a "mean" guy, but I was going to get a bit of petty ****. Someone like Dana doesn't become that bitchy all at once. I'd wager that no one ever told her "no." Well, that was going to change.

The third coin...I didn't have plans for that. Rachel, the woman who stood me up was a possibility. I wasn't sure I wanted to use it on her yet. Maybe later, but it seemed like a good idea to have a coin in reserve. I might find myself needing it to get out a scrap the first two caused. "Excuse me officer, but can we please go to my apartment? I have a coin I need to give you." Somehow, that didn't seem like a good option. I also portioned a handful of coins into another big and set it beside everything else. I was going to have to make a trip to my bank to rent a safety deposit box.

Alarms set and everything ready for work tomorrow, I laid down in my bed, my mind running over all the women I see daily. What would the tiny redhead barista look like sucking my dick? What about the cougar working at the bank? I'll bet a coin could turn her into a veritable wildcat in bed. If she isn't already. My thoughts even danced over my sister and cousins before I **** them from my head. Eventually. It was as I was contemplating how to get onto the set of the big superhero movie that was filming in town when my phone brought me back into the present.

::DING::

"Whuh? Message from unknown sender?"

Unknown number: So, Mike, I understand we have a friend in common.

Me: We do? Sorry who is this?

Oh, let's keep that a secret. For now. If you want, you can call me "Connie." Short for conundrum.

"Connie?" Okay Connie. Who is the friend we have in common?

That's a secret. For now. They caught me as I was heading out of town. We thought it might be fun for you and I to tease each other a bit until I got back.

I see. Did this mutual friend of ours give you anything when you saw each other?

Why, whatever do you mean? Like some sort of trinket, or lucky coin?

I've got no idea what you're talking about...

Hmm...If I told you to tell me, would you?

Yes.

But why would you want to spoil the fun like that?

Fair point, so when are you back in town?

Why...Mike...Are you eager to meet me? Do you want to mark the day in your calendar? Let's have some fun over the phone for awhile. I'll make it worth your while when I'm back. I promise...Mike.

Holy shit...who is this woman?

I've got an early day tomorrow, and I know it's late back home, so I'll leave you something to thing about tonight. Sweet dreams...Mike.

Well...looks like my new contact, "Connie," just provided her profile pic.