I’ll take over New York, Minnesota babe and The Yankee Part 1

While at Il Palazzo, The Yankee, The Fat Man, and The Saint sat down at the little service bar. After The Bartender poured a half a bottle of Grey Goose into The Fat Man’s Riedel Burgundy Wine goblet and set a small bottle of club soda next to it, we had a cheers with my Beck’s and The Yankee’s Bud.

The first one went down well, in a matter of seconds then as always another arrived without request, or without a verbal one. We sat around the corner of the bar. Myself, to the far left, The Fat Man at the wrap corner and The Yankee at the far right at the wall next to one of the kitchen exits.
After a little Bs’ing for a while a young woman with dark brown hair darted up to the bar and sat to my left. She announced “my name is Pammy” and then as she ordered a drink, white wine I think, she blurted out that she had to get something off her chest. “I flew in from Minnesota today” (where?) ” and came to meet my married friend for dinner with her two guys from her office. We went to dinner” (somewhere-who the f’k was really listening) ‘”and then they said lets go for a drink. We all agreed then we passed by the hotel as my friend wanted to get something from the room. Everyone went up to the room and then my married friend took off her clothes and jumped in bed with her married boss and started fucking and the other guy was waiting for me to jump bed too and now I’m here.”

Well, this woke us up as she certainly was here after that f’k up story. The Bartender was shocked and as I drank from my glass, the cold beer soothed my throat and tongue as the wheels in my head started to spin. I smiled at Pammy and felt The Fat Man’s infectious smile to my left without even seeing it. She pleasured herself with her captivating attack on subduing attention and The Fat Man leaned over to my ear and said, “Let’s have a good time with this one.”

As she told us about her unbelieving boring life as a school teacher/assistant at a shit college, in where , oh yes Minnesota wherever that is, we had a good time playing around with her expressing our interest in her “exciting” life. I blew her off almost completely except for the laughs I shared with The Bartender and The Fat Man had us rolling talking circles around her.

What was really interesting is that she wasn’t drunk, just so severely impressed with herself that so knew no bounds. While people say that New Yorkers are jaded or assholes, there are so many people like that with which you must deal with over the course of each and every day you become immune. What is fun is the tourists who are big shots from nowhere who come to Take over New York and Pammy was right there doing her thing.

While having another drink and enjoying the conversation that went all around whatever Pammy was trying to say The Fat Man had been pumping up The Yankee that Pammy was a great girl and marriage material; That he should go and take her out to see the town, the Big Apple that she wanted to conquest and maybe even get laid for a change. The Fat Man immediately started talking about going to another hit spot, although it was hip ten years before and just another place weak people from Manhattan and tourist left us alone without problems, as we looked like Wise-guys or bad cops.

Truth be told, I was ready to go home, after having 3 or 4 beers and tired of the scene. Pammy was ok looking but not worth spending any time on for a one night stand with a little crazy chick, nice body though, and she was white bred through and through which was perfect for The Yankee.

The Yankee took it upon himself to go get a car from this guy Mustafa who would take you around town for $40 in a Mercedes that was about to croak at any minute. The car was clean but the transmission kept saying “oh shit” all the time.

Pammy kept asking where the restroom was, she wanted some action and The Yankee didn’t get it and didn’t get it. I tried to push him by saying that if he didn’t take her there, I would take her there and take her completely. That worked as he finally got her there but missed what she wanted to do.(She was gonna burst sexually)

Upon there quick arrival back we knew The Yankee had blew his initial hookup in the hotel, she was staying there anyway. Then he announced (with half a pair) “We’re going out,’ to Pammy. She lit up all smiles.
Then as they walked away she stopped and said to The Fat Man and Me,” Aren’t you guys coming?”
The Fat Man replied,” No You’re going with The Yankee.” Pammy paused, she came back and sat beside me o the stool. “Saint. Your not coming too?” I answered, you are safe with The Yankee, I gotta go home. Have fun, he’s got a private car for you too.”
She planted her skinny body and curvy ass on the stool, crossed her arms and said, “Then I”m not going if you guys don’t go too.”

This was f’king bad.

As we started to try to tell her to go with The Yankee, he stormed away then stopped, exploded yelling at the top of his lungs (to The Fat Man) “GO HOME TO YOUR WIFE AND KIDS, THEY NEVER SEE YOU! (to The Saint) AND YOU, YOU ARE F’KING EVIL YOUR NO GOOD!”

The whole place could believe this one, it was as if time stood almost still or in slow motion. There wasn’t time for embarrassment as The bartender,our group and the whole staff and guests of Il Palazzo were in utter shock. WTF could be said as Pammy blurted out with a smile to The Fat Man and Myself,“

“Are we still going out?”

 

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