Meeting The Wives

Since I am staying on Campus over the big Holiday break this year I was invited to a dinner to meet some of the wives of the Professors who I have for my classes.  I volunteered to help with a few charity things so I do not get bored out of my mind over the break.  One of the things I will be doing is making up Holiday boxes for those who need a little help getting food on their tables.  I might be a total bitch most of the time, but I do firmly believe in helping out those who do not have what people like I have.  I do not do it out of guilt, I do it out of genuine care.

I walked into the room at the Restaurant and most of the women stopped talking to look at me.  For a moment I thought I was at the wrong place, when I saw one of my friends stand up and smile at me.  She walked over to me and whispered, “They did the same thing to me.”  I sat next to her and after everyone stopped staring at me we got down to business.  After the business part was out of the way we ordered dinner and drinks.  I tried to order a drink and one of the women said, “Oh no, these girls will be having non-alcoholic drinks only.”

What the hell? I can order what, if I get carded then I get carded and busted.  No biggie, but until that happens I will be drinking a grey goose with sparkling water and a splash of cranberry juice thank you very much.  My friend ordered the same thing.  This woman says let me see your I.D.  I said, “No.”  She was getting pissed, I knew just who she was because her husband and I almost got caught together.  He was right, she is a total Bitch-zoid.

The waiter didn’t know what to do, I held her gaze and said, “Please bring us our drinks, thank you.”  He quickly walked away, this woman started to give us a lecture about underage drinking and driving.  Okay first off, there is this thing, it’s called Uber, heard of it? Apparently she hadn’t.  Plus, it was as social drink, not a frat party for fuck sake.  I told her to calm down, which just made it worse.  I did it on purpose though because I wanted to see how bat shit crazy she really was.  I was trying everything I could not to laugh as she was getting louder and louder.

By this time others in the restaurant were looking at us, the other women there were trying to get her to shut up.  My friend and I were just sitting there calmly drinking our illegal drinks.  Sipping away, enjoying it.  She started to say that we were not the type of girls she wanted to be associated with.  I told her, “Then leave.”  That was the breaking point.  Man oh man, I wish I could show you video I took of her just losing her shit!  I wasn’t embarrassed but the other women were.  They were pulling her away from the table and saying sorry to us as they did so. 

My friend and I just sat there and when they all left we started to laugh really hard.  It was totally insane. If she only knew that in about ten more minutes her husband would be walking though that same door to meet up with me so we could go and fuck.  I might have to put some extra effort in our bang session just because now I feel really badly for him having to go back to that level of crazy every fucking day.

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