Short Sail

By John E. Jay

A young lawyer is receives a lesson from a seasoned lobbyist who realized that the young man had been taken in by the auto dealers' lobbyist.

The young lawyer achieved a goal he had been dreaming about when the older man helps him convince his beautiful brunette girlfriend to spend the night aboard in the forward cabin of his boat. It wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she agreed to go for a sail but she loved the outcome. It was a life-changing evening for her and for the young lawyer.

The lobbyist and his wife also enjoy themselves to the fullest after enjoying a great meal and entertaining the young couple.

Excerpt:
A car pulled into the parking area in front of the house. David went to the galley to bring out the shrimp. As he came back out into the cockpit, Patricia was strutting her stuff down the pier ahead of Harvey.

Her outfit was very daring. It showed off her supple young body extravagantly! It kind of reminded David of Daisy Mae in the old Li’l Abner comic strip. The halter top displayed her breasts outrageously and when she walked it looked like they had lives of their own—she was really putting some bounce in them. The short-shorts had a ragged edge at the bottom which promised glimpses of the luscious, lower contours of her bottom through the gaps.
She was truly stupefying! That was it! Stupefying Jones, not Daisy Mae! And the name might turn out to be right in the end! I’m pretty sure Harvey hopes it will.

She stopped suddenly when she saw Lisa. When Harvey caught up with her she hissed. "Why didn’t you tell me David had invited a woman tonight?"

“I didn’t know about it, Pat. I don’t remember him saying there would be a woman with him. Remember I didn’t want to come here tonight. It wasn’t my idea. David wanted to talk to me and he suggested we come for dinner and a sail. I don’t remember what he said about anyone else who would be here, I’m not sure he said anyone else would be here. You’re the one who wanted to come. Remember?

“It’s probably his wife. Makes sense to me he would invite his wife along. What difference does it make? What’s your problem for heaven’s sake?

“We can make excuses and leave right after dinner if you want, but I think we have to stay for dinner. I’m sure he has the food fixed already. Probably carry out from some local joint, but maybe not too bad. Please try to be nice to him, Pat. I think he will be a big help to me in my work. I really want him to like me.”

“It's just that I thought it would be just the three of us. I didn’t think his wife would be here. Oh well it doesn’t matter. Let’s have a good time anyway.” She took Harvey's arm and they came on down the pier arm-in-arm.

Lisa greeted them warmly and invited them aboard. David was watching their faces. They were really stunned by Lisa as they saw her close up.
Patricia eyed Lisa with almost open annoyance. She thought that Lisa had to be forty-something, but except for some tiny lines around the eyes you couldn’t tell she was over twenty-five. Harvey was completely speechless. He just stared—adding to Patricia's pique.

Lisa smiled her stunning smile and asked about drinks. When Harvey asked for Johnnie Walker Red with soda, David asked if he would settle for some Black straight up instead of with soda? Harvey hesitated, then said Ok and David brought them each a drink. They settled in the cockpit to eat the shrimp.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John E. Jay
• Release date: Mar 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458085641

John E. Jay

John Edgar Jay has been writing erotica for about twenty-five years. He has written many short erotic stories and has decided others might want to read some of what he has written, so it is now available in eBook form from Smashwords Publishing, as well as several mainstream booksellers including Barns & Noble.John has edited stories for other authors and offers his services to anyone who needs help. Many writers have very good story lines but their work is diminished by poor sentence construction, misused words, extraneous words, missing words, lack of subject verb agreement, incorrect use of contractions--in particular confusing the possessive pronoun "your" with the contraction of you are "you're", confusing the possessive pronoun "its" with the contraction for it is "it's" misuse of the verb "to lie" and other such problems.John can be reached via email. His address is: [e-mail] ebooks shown on this site are Copyright 2011 -2023 John Edgar Jay, all rights reserved

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Short Sail

John E. Jay

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Short Sail

It looked like Therman Anderson, the Auto Dealers’ Association lobbyist, had put Delegate Brandon up to mischief and it seemed that Brandon had managed to fool young Mr. Jones. Brandon must have made a very convincing case. David couldn’t see how he could have been that credible.

Considine was in the dark, David was sure of it. Considine was good, but he wasn’t good enough to carry off a story like this, not even over the phone. He would have slipped up. Besides David knew him too well, and Considine knew it—knew David could read him even when he couldn’t see his face. There was just no way Considine would have tried to con me. No way!

David was sure Considine would never have tried to put such a scam over on him. No, Considine was not in on the game. You could bet the farm on that. David was betting a lot on that.

The information Considine had mentioned about Brandon was a big help though. Considine didn’t seem to see any connection even though he knew Brandon had introduced legislation for the dealers’ association many times. It seemed to David to be the link he was looking for. He had already decided that Anderson was the master mind, now he had the bogus ‘drafter’ of the bill who had fed Jones the fake changes—the ‘new draft’ of the bill.

All he needed now was corroboration. Considine would corroborate everything of course—at least everything he knew. Would Jones level if he were to be confronted with this story?... What would be lost if Jones didn’t buy it?... Would it make sense try to get some press on this right away?

No, not now, it was way too early to involve the press. That could backfire much too easily. A reporter who was sympathetic to the dealers’ perceived plight, could slant the story to kill the bill for sure. Better wait and get it all iron clad before carefully planting it in just the right place—or if he could get it really air tight issue a press release and hold a press conference with Considine and Jones beside him in front of the State House. The press would wait.

Jones was smart. He should see right away that he had been had. He wouldn’t like it, but he was smart enough to see what had happened. David knew Jones was already a little suspicious because of the way the bill he had was printed.

It was worth the chance to tell him the story. Still, David decided to try to get corroboration from Jones before telling him the whole story, if he could. If he had a better idea how much Jones knew he would be better able to convince him that he had been duped, but, if all else failed he would confront Jones with what he was sure were the facts.

David thought the odds were with him, So, what if Jones, for reasons unknown, doesn’t buy my version of what happened? That would be bad for the bill, but he might not go public. He might just put it down to my dumb paranoia and ignore my whole story.

The worst case was that Jones was in with the Auto Dealers’ Association, and had eaten me alive for lunch. If that was the fact of the matter, I was in very big trouble. In that case the bill was