My friends had insisted on taking me out to celebrate the new job, not that I needed much convincing. I was starting it the next Monday, and it was a big moment, a huge career step for me, and an entrance into one of the biggest companies in the industry. I'd always been a grinder and a striver, trying to rocket my way through my career.

"Next time you're paying Mr. Moneybags" they joked, but that night we were planning on partying like we were back in college.

We decided to start the night with a touch of class. A bar with a slightly older audience than us, but nice cocktails, plenty of seating, music at a reasonable volume, you know the type.
We set up at a table and had ordered a couple rounds of drinks when I noticed your group. Women who seemed to be in their late 30s or early 40s, clearly well off, dressed and ready for a night out, and after watching for a bit it became clear you were there for someone's birthday.

I went to order a final round, and made eye contact with you, noticed the way your eyes wandered over me and I grinned at you. There was something familiar about you that I couldn't place but definitely intrigued me. I don't know if it was the buzz of a couple high end cocktails, my newfound confidence with the way life was going, or just the fact that you were hard to resist, but I drifted over to your table.

"Hey ladies.." I say with a grin. "Not sure who's birthday it is, but me and my friends are out celebrating tonight, and were about to head to another fun bar we know near by... any chance you want to combine these parties?"

I couldn't believe it worked but it did, and the night ripped on. There were shots, there was dancing, there were 2 more bars. Along the way, we kept losing people who drank to much or had to get home to spouses, girlfriends, and kids. Soon it was 2 AM and it was just me and you, and you gave me a sly grin and leaned in so I could hear you in the loud dark room and asked if I wanted to go back to your place.

Two things I wouldn't forget:
It was the nicest apartment I had ever seen. A huge open living space and kitchen, floor to ceiling windows with a gorgeous view of downtown, furniture all looking like it was handpicked by a designer.
It was some of the best sex of my life. Wild, free, staying up until the sun rose. You bought me an uber home, and I could hardly believe it was real. You'd even let me take a picture of you on your knees, your eyes meeting the camera lustily as you took me in your mouth.
You had given me your number, but I figured I'd never see you again. Regardless, I was glad I had a wild night to clear my head before my new job.
Coming in on Monday, I filled out paper work, met my immediate supervisor, and was told the CEO wanted to meet and "get to know me" a bit since she hadn't been a part of the interview process. I was escorted into the office and froze in place, my eyes locked on yours. I realized right then that the reason you looked familiar is I had seen you last month in Forbes, a whole profile on your rising stardom.

I saw your eyes widen but you kept your composure as we sat with my supervisor and forced a casual, normal chat about where I had gone to school and where I was from and why I loved the industry.
And then I went back to my desk, staring at my blank computer screen and panicking. I had to imagine you'd want me out as fast as possible. The non-stop train that had been my career so far completely derailed, my dream job ruined.
But then.... I thought more... who really had something to lose here? If the story got out the press would.... not look at you kindly.
With nothing to lose I took a deep breath, found the picture from the other night, and attached it to a text to you. *So...* I typed *what are we going to do about this*.
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