At 10:00 AM I woke up to the wonderful smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking. I got up, put my robe on and went into the kitchen. Pam greeted me w...th a smile and said, "How are you feeling this morning? Have you got a hangover from last night?"I said, "I'm fine. My head is clear and I feel pretty good, how bout you?"I felt pretty bad earlier but I'm fine now.After that Pam poured me some coffee and started frying my eggs. Pam was talking the whole time. She talked about the party and what. They didn’t have anyone with a high enough clearance to relieve us. They were sure glad to get rid of us too,” I finished.“Yea, I can believe that,” Johnson said before he returned to his office. A short time later, a SP/5 came over and asked if we were his passengers.“Yes, if you’re with the supply chopper,” Sawyer answered.“Chief doesn’t want to take off twice here with our load and the heat, so he sent me over to get you. The bird is over near the hanger,” he told us. “I’ll give you a hand. When we pulled up to the club entrance, I was in the middle of a giggling-fit when the doorman opened the car door for me and without thinking I turned and got out. His expression told Art and Jay their answer, and they became almost like beggars in their wanting to see my pussy. I continued to play them off, and loved that I was driving them crazy. Both Art and Jay had VIP status at the club, so we hung out with the other VIPs in a special section on the upper floor. It had a private bar,. Even with my attraction to the one girl, my annoyance came to the forefront. As the second girl started her schpiel, I stopped her with, "Lady, I don't care what you're selling. I'm far too busy to talk to you now."But, of course, that didn't stop her. Why is it that salespeople feel that they have some right to invade my space with their bullshit? Then when I blow them out angrily, as I did with her, they get offended. Like somehow, I'm the fucking bad guy. As she stormed out, the first.