Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven

Twenty Seven Minutes In Heaven
By: DamonX ([email protected])

Julia picked up another glass of champagne as she glanced around the
room.

“Pompous assholes,” she thought to herself, taking a sip of the drink,
watching the endless parade of rich old men arm in arm with their
trophy wives.

Julia hated these functions and cringed at the mere mention of attending
one. It was her duty, however, as her husband expected her to be there
hanging off his arm like all the other fake plastic gold diggers that
frequented fundraisers such as this one.

“Julia, dear,” her husband said, putting his hand on her elbow. “There
is someone I’d like you to meet.”

Julia also hated the way her husband acted in these situations.
Completely phony.

“Christ, Warren!” she said quietly. “Do I really to put on the charm for
another stuffy old man?”

“Honey,” he said, in a warning tone, but keeping the fake smile
plastered across his face. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she conceded, putting on a phony smile of her own as the
couple approached a gray haired man in a dark blue suit.

“Mr.. Chambers,” Warren said politely. “I’d like you to meet my wife,
Julia.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the man said, taking her hand in his and kissing
it.

Julia was smiling on the outside but scowling on the inside.

“Are you having a good time tonight,” the man asked, releasing her hand.


“Yes, I am,” she replied politely. “Although I do think I require
another drink.”

Mr.. Chambers looked at her curiously.

“But, my Dear,” he said glancing down at the full glass in her hand. “It
appears you have one already.”

“Oh,” she said in mock surprise. “So I do.”

With that, Julia put the glass to her lips and gulped down the contents.


“There,” she said emphatically. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

She could feel her husband’s eyes burning a hole in her back as she
turned and walked away. She knew she was going to hear it when they
got home, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was another drink to help
kill the boredom. She was about to snatch another glass from one of
the waiters circulating around the room, when she glanced over at the
bar.

“Hello,” she whispered to herself noticing an extremely good looking man
working behind the counter.

He was tall with broad shoulders and short dark hair. Mid-twenties Julia
estimated, although he did have a youthful look about him. Slowly and
deliberately, she made her way over towards him.

As she approached the bar, Julia rested her arms on the counter, subtly
pushing up her breasts to enhance her already impressive cleavage.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked with a smile, sliding over
to acknowledge the women before him.

“God,” Julia thought to herself. “He looks even better close up!”

“I’ll get a scotch on the rocks,” she said with a sexy smile. “On
second thought. Make it a double.”

“Coming right up.”

As the man turned to fix her drink, Julia’s eyes scanned his body.

“Very nice,” she murmured to herself.

“What’s that?” the bartender asked turning back towards her, catching
Julia off guard.

“Oh..Umm, lots of ice.”

He grinned and turned back to his work.

“There you are,” he said placing the glass down in the counter.

“Thank you,” she said casting him a flirtatious glance as she put the
glass to her lips and proceeded to swallow the entire thing.

“Another, please.” she said, resting the glass back down on the counter.


The man looked impressed.

“The lady can drink,” he said, grabbing the bottle again.

“Well the drinks are the only good thing about these damn functions,”
she said, licking her lips. “I have to make it worth my while.”

“You’re not having a good time?” he asked, placing another drink in
front of her.

“Well…” she said, looking up him seductively. “I can think of a few
things I’d rather be doing.”

A smile flashed across the young man’s face.

“I’m Zack.” he said, offering his hand.

“Julia Green,” she responded, lightly shaking his hand while keeping her
eyes transfixed on his.

“Well, Ms. Green,” Zack said, leaning in closer. “Surely a woman as
beautiful as yourself can not be here alone.”

“It’s Mrs., actually,” she explained, flashing her wedding ring. “And my
husband is better off without me at his side right now.”

Zack seemed undaunted in light of the new information, and Julia began
to wonder how many of these high society bimbos he had already seduced.


“Well, he must be a fool then,” he said smiling. “In that dress, you
wouldn’t be able to keep me away.”

Julia smiled in appreciation and took another drink.

“Listen to you,” she said, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her
face. “Aren’t you the sweet talker.”

“I can be sweet,” he explained, turning to get some more champagne for
one of the waiters.

“I bet you can,” Julia exclaimed, feeling her panties begin to dampen.

The alcohol was beginning to to hit her, and she was feeling very, very
turned on. Seductively, she ran her fingertip over the rim of her glass
as she continued to stare at Zack with lust filled eyes. She was also
feeling quite attractive herself, as she was wearing one of her sexiest
black dresses. It was fashioned from tight fitting material and had
long slit up either side to show off her shapely legs. It was also low
cut and shoulderless to emphasize her perfect, round breasts.