Three Manhattans in Manhattan
Motorcades pushed their way across the Manhattan Bridge towards Brooklyn. Bridget watched the lights of slow-moving cars from the rooftop bar of a five-star hotel on the Lower East Side. It had already gotten dark and the city lights were reflected in the East River. Bridget sat in a comfortable high-back lounge chair, sipping her Manhattan. American whiskey and Italian vermouth created this incomparable taste. Actually, this wasn’t the tall, slim blonde’s favorite drink. But today, here in this luxury New York hotel, it seemed appropriate for her to have a Manhattan.
In fact, it was the second one. Because today marked the end of the major North American and European tour in which her husband took part as guitarist for the rising star of music, Colin Maynooth. Nate had made ends meet as a professional musician quite well over the years without ever achieving a major career breakthrough. While Bridget’s career in the IT industry had reached unimaginable heights, her husband’s career stagnated somewhat. And then came the offer from Maynooth.
Over the past few months, Nate has travelled to 52 cities in Europe and North America. He had their daughter, little Sarah, with him. The management of Maynooth had ensured that children of kindergarten and primary school age could be taught and looked after in the tour troop. The arrangement had proven to be favorable for the small family and especially for Bridget. Since she had long since taken on the role of deputy boss at Wringendorf, a medium-sized company, she was able to freely decide on working hours and locations. Whenever possible, Bridget and her daughter accompanied her touring husband. She was with her vagabond family for about two weeks, then she returned home for two weeks so that she could advance the business projects for which she was responsible. This was how her life had been for more than half a year.
Bridget had also used the great professional and family leeway she had earned to plunge into some hearty sexual affairs. Many years ago, Bridget had confessed to Nate that she was sexually compulsive and extremely nymphomaniac and that she wanted a more open relationship. Nate took it bravely and the two opened their marriage, with Bridget using the resulting sexual freedom much more excessively than Nate. When she achieved great professional success, her financial opportunities also increased. Bridget used this to be able to live out her second great passion: In addition to men, she had a decadent weakness for luxury items of all kinds. Be it fashion, shoes, jewellery or cars - the more exquisite, the better!
Bridget grew up in difficult family circumstances and had to work hard for everything when she was young. In addition, no one around her believed she could have a career that went beyond being a saleswoman or hairdresser. Her penchant for luxury and flaunting her success gave Bridget immense satisfaction because it was bittersweet revenge on all those who had underestimated her.
Today Bridget wore simple, dark blue slim-fit jeans from Levi’s, boots from Amina Muaddi and a bodysuit from Wolford with transparent inserts. Her makeup was flawless, as were her nails. This was how she felt most comfortable; it corresponded to her personality and what she wanted to be: successful and desirable.
She looked contentedly at her reflection reflected in the fully glass wall of the bar. As she sipped her cocktail again, she looked calmly at the baby monitor. The connection was perfect and four-year-old Sarah’s chatter had stopped. Nate had put the little girl to bed. Soon he would slip out of the suite they had booked and join her in the bar. Bridget was excited for Nate and the fact that they would be able to toast his success in this wonderful place today.
But there was still no sign of Nate. Bridget looked around. Her eyes were trained to scan her surroundings for attractive men. There wasn’t much going on in that regard today: the bartender was certainly very attractive by conventional standards, but not her type. The face was too boyish, his hair too blonde. She liked a more masculine physiognomy and darker complexion.
Bridget’s thoughts wandered to the men with whom she had had intensive encounters over the last six months: There was, of course, Dimitri. Dark, slim, sporty. Self-confident, confident when dealing with women and at social banquets. Extremely successful professionally, present in many economic sectors and on several continents. Stylish, charming and, particularly important for Bridget, passionate about sex. The relationship with Dimitri was complicated. There was more than just erotic attraction at play, on both sides. Bridget was unsure about her own feelings towards Dimitri, as romantic emotions were supposed to be reserved for Nate.
Then there was that adventure in Paris with Frederic. Frederic was already over fifty, but fit and youthful and more than vital when it came to sex. Frederic was actually her friend Irina’s long-time fuck partner. But Irina was shocked to discover that Frederic had developed different feelings towards her after all these years. That’s why Irina shirked and simply sent her friend Bridget to Paris. Frederic devotedly looked after Bridget, in bed and in the luxury stores of the fashion metropolis of Paris. The nights in Paris were tough, especially the sex orgy on the second evening. Bridget sipped her drink with pleasure as she thought about how Frederic had strapped her to the punishment box and subjected her to a spicy BDSM session in front of all the other partygoers.
And last but not least, there was Jakob Thorstenson. Dimitri introduced him to Bridget as his business partner Anatol. But what Dimitri didn’t know: Anatol’s real name was Jakob and he wasn’t a businessman, but an employee of the foreign secret service. He tried to investigate Dimitri’s business and with Bridget they found the supposed weak point in Dimitri’s environment. As it turned out, Jacob used very strict interrogation methods. Interrogation methods that had caused Bridget’s sex hormones to explode. However, Bridget had put Jakob in a rather awkward position the last time they met at the airport and she had serious doubts that Jakob was very approachable to her at the moment. Whenever Bridget thought about Jakob, she wanted a cigarette. Bridget didn’t normally smoke and the smell of tar and nicotine was usually unpleasant for her - but Jakob had a strong weakness for women who smoked. And Bridget wouldn’t be Bridget if she didn’t coldly exploit the weaknesses of desirable men.
“Bridget?”
Bridget jumped. There stood Nate. “You must have been pretty preoccupied; I’ve spoken to you three times now! Admit it - you’ve been thinking about your affairs!” Nate guessed, and he was spot on.
“Nonsense!” Bridget lied. “I was just thinking about the final concert last night.” She took another sip and was shocked to realize that she was left high and dry for the second time that evening. Nate took the empty glass from her hand, turned to the waiter and, with a short, wordless gesture, refilled it. Nate looked fantastic. Although it was late and the last six months of touring had been very intense, he seemed relaxed and rested. He had always had amazing stamina: in sports, in sex, in dealing with their daughter and also in dealing with her, Bridget thought. The surprising and comparatively late breakthrough as a musician had finally turned him into a completely balanced, contented and confident man. Bridget found Nate more attractive than ever these days. Since they were often apart, the time they spent together always remained valuable. However, their relationship had not felt as fresh as it did now since the birth of their daughter.
Nate wore a tight black shirt and designer ripped jeans. The appetizing overall impression was rounded off by shiny, polished leather low shoes. Bridget found herself wanting to have sex with Nate. But she would have to be patient, because their time together here in the rooftop bar had just begun.
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