Just me having fun with the sad sacks of craigslist M4W in Washington, DC.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Max Thrust. Casual Tuesday.

Max Thrust. Lobbyist for the Free Speech Coalition. It’s casual Tuesday for me. I’m wearing my Jasper Conrad pants, jacket, and tie ($855, $332, and $138 respectively); my shirt is Lorenzini ($275), and my shoes and pocket square are by Salvatore Ferragamo ($725 and $70).

I decide to take my XKR convertible Jag down to my K Street office. The top is down because the weather is nice. I get to the office and riding the elevator I notice a new intern with the Coalition. No more than 22, young, brunette. Firm buttocks and perky boobies. She’s from California Staring at her chest, I ask her how she likes working in DC. She tells me it has been the best experience of her life, but she’s looking for something permanent. I tell her she should come up to my office and perhaps we can work something out.

So then I’m sitting at my expansive mahogany desk and I’m letting her know how connected I am to folks on the Hill and she, kneeling under my desk, is making a connection of her own. As she’s finishing I’m catching up on my email on my blackberry. Yes, Senator Restons, I can meet you for lunch at the Old Ebbitt Grill. The intern and I continue our discussion. This time she’s bent over my mahogany desk. She starts talking about how she’s good friends with the Schwarzeneggers and that she’s been skiing with Billy Baldwin, and I tell her that people find name-dropping obnoxious, or at least that is what my good friend the Dalai Lama once told me.

Anyway, a bit later I’m having lunch at the Old Ebbitt Grill with Senator Bill Restons of Alabama. I ordered the Grilled New York Strip Steak and a glass of 2001 Opus One. I started with a dozen raw Wellfleets on ice. I’m trying to get him to moderate his stance on the temporary worker program. The Free Speech Coalition has been wanting to bring in more temporary workers for the industry because they command much less in wages than does home grown talent. Additionally, we cannot get them H2-B visas because, let’s face it, they are highly skilled at what they do. If you watch enough of those films, you know what I am talking about. He says he’ll have his staff look into the issue.

The check arrives. I pick it up, ‘natch. The waitress tenses a little when I grab her buttocks. Playing hard to get. I like that.





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