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Click hereI walked over and talked to the officer in charge.
"Sir, I would be more than pleased to make a SIZEABLE donation to the Policeman's favorite charity if you would please cut these men a break."
"Sorry, I'd like to help you, but destruction of property, public drunkenness, assault, making terroristic threats. They have to go to the drunk tank. This is, after all, the Waldorf Astoria for Pete's sake...
"What about my husband, Officer? Brooke asked, looking concerned.
"He will be available for pick up at the Midtown North precinct sometime after 10am tomorrow morning, lady" the office stated. "And bring your checkbook..."
"Are you sure there is nothing I can do, officer?" I asked.
"Well, if I were you I would buy the lady a drink, but that's up to you, Mister."
I turned and looked Brooke directly into her pale blue eyes...
"What do you say... would you have a drink with me?"
"Jerry, I would love to have a drink with you..."
We went and sat down at a table. I ordered another margarita; Brooke ordered a banana daiquiri....
"I guess I'll have to spend my first night in New York City alone," Brooke lamented.
"I'm really sorry; I guess the open bar wasn't such a great idea..."
"It's not your fault my guy decided to get drunk and stupid, damn him."
"But I feel really bad for you, Brooke, all alone in the big city..."
"Yeah... Such a shame, me sleeping all alone..."
Brooke reached out and grabbed my shaking hand...
"Jerry, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Anything..."
"When you were visualizing Karen for your story, how would I compare to her?"
"Well, you're definitely taller, blonder, and certainly more beautiful. Karen was the girl next door, you Brooke, on the other hand are a classic beauty..."
"And could you picture yourself doing all those things to me that you did for Karen?"
"Brooke, I've never been with a woman, but if I had the chance, I would do all those things and more just to be with a woman like you..."
Her eyes lit up, "Really?"
"Really!"
"You know, Jerry, I think I'm ready to head up to my room for the night. Would you be willing to escort me so that I arrive safe and sound. I'm just a little scared, being in the big city for the first time..."
"I would be honored to be your protector, Brooke."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the banquet room towards the elevators...
"What floor are you staying on, Jerry?"
"I'm in the penthouse suite, Brooke, what about you?"
The elevators doors opened and she led me inside. Brooke reached over and hit a button. I can assure you from her selection that the elevator was not the only thing going up....
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Author's note: Stayed tuned for the continuing adventures of Strapper Takes Brooklyn, I mean, New York.... But first, I have to eat a sandwich, load up my Glock, and check my life insurance policies before I finish the damn story.....
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Author's note #2: Any score of less than 5 stars will automatically disqualify you from possibly being invited to next year's banquet. We are tentatively planning on a week in Hawaii, and as an additional perk, nubile female companionship will be provided at the request of each invitee. Happy voting!
- COMMENTS
It’s a very good story, but if I give you five stars you’ll have no incentive to write an even better story.
You really do have a wicked sense of humor, Strapper. Keep up the good work
As in the classic case of Chicken v Egg
The story is based on comments posted in response to a story
and the comments posted in response to this story mirror those in the story
. . or is it the other way around?
One of the most significant aspects of the comments?
More were left by authors on this site than by Anon
I was sad to learn about Karen.
and it gets better! That is real fun (thank god I wasn't commenting at the time!). You have an original and intelligent voice - and a very welcome one!
yeah, right. Face it, you're just a 1 star kind of guy. That said, I did find this story to be sort of humorous.
Seriously funny. I mean laugh out loud brilliant. Is Pete still sulking?
I bet witless started all the trouble. Is that fucker still around?
More Strapper. More.
cuckolding brought on by marrying a slut, the cost: half, bail for 3rd degree alcohol abuse: 300.00 listening to an anon calling anybody a cuckold: $0 ..........I'm sorry, I got in that fight but i'm going back to Toyko, priceless.........
and anon, cha-ta-ma-ta... cue-da si
Admitting you are a cuckold gets you 3 days in the slammer though.
that asshole PPpete caused me to have to spend three days in jail. I was charged with 3rd degree alcohol abuse. It came with a 300 dollar fine. But I am glad someone fun, you sly dog. ***************
Light on the eroticism and drama, heavy on the fun and creativity. Not gonna get invited this year, I'm afraid, but I gave it a 4. Well done.
Haven't read the comments, yet. Curious about the reactions, though.
This way I can go to Hawaii Twice.
Squeakems, Squakems, little anonny"mouse."
What a sneaky-ass way to cadge at least 25 comments! However, since this is litEROTICA, ain't no way you're getting a FIVE from THIS split-licker until the sordid details of a penthouse fulla MrsPPP are disclosed in dirty detail! Gotta maintain integrity, doncha know!
Oopps, my finger slipped and hit the Cinco button, and I don't know how to reset that ... I'll just have to one-bomb your next submission (and email some serious bodily-harm threats!) Unless, of course, I win the next CMNTR award. Fuck a lotta integrity, doncha know!
and very clever. I was going to give you only 1* because I was not invited to the party, but I most likely, would have had to sit with a willing cuckold at the table anyway, so I gave you 5*
Even with a broken jaw the troll marches on.
Check it out Jerry. Is this asshole a glutton for punishment or what?
Let's see. For now he drinks his dinner. Next time? I'll leave that up to you Jerry. I'll do whatever you ask.
OH YEAH
HA Ha ha
I was an honor riding with you and HDK in the limo. The writing tips were fantastic and I will remember them in my stories, whenever they're ready.
And thanks for bailing me out. I'm sorry about the fighting but the trolls surrounded me and if it wasn't for the Dogg who came to my assistance it would have been real trouble. Luckily all I have are bruised knuckles which broke the trolls jaw.
I look forward to your next soiree.
By the way,16,739 Stars
Make mine Erica Campbell and I'll five star yer ass from hell to breakfast. Lol. Entertaing read. You got your five.
That is nice you would invite me to New York City, if you won the lottery. Unfortunately I would not go there, because I told some Anon offenders from the USA I will not step to the land of USA, because their rudness. It may be if you organize some meeting in Canada I would come (perhaps), because it is not USA and I have many relatives in that country, but only in summertime. So I offer your invite to 1Thinkingman, who is not glad for forgeting him.
BTW Against your ivite my favorite story remains (it may be forever) in the LW hub Vulcez "How Are You".
Thank you again
DuNA
that I was not invited. I almost flew to New York to crash the party. Then I realized that it was only a story, been there done that. (Read: The Rant) Didn't have a good experience with that so I stayed home. ;-o Great read I gave this *****. Now I'm just waiting for my invite for next year.
Very funny stuff, can hardly wait for the next chapter. Oh, I wouldn't worry HDK, she must have gotten lost on the way back from the ladies room.
I tried very hard to keep Pete and Harry as far apart as possible. Luckily, the Waldorf made Pete check his gun at the door. My recollections of the fight and the mayhem that ensued are a bit fuzzy, but Strapper may clear up everything in his next chapter. I hope he's able to fill me in on the two hours my wife, upon whom I base all my stories, disappeared. She will not tell me where she was, or what she did. She just tells me that It seems to her that these commenters, for guys that hate cheating wives so badly, really know how to treat a married lady. What the hell does that mean?