BACKGROUND: We all know about the DOTCOM boom, and then the DOTCOM doom. Even here, in Europe, there had been some dot-gones too
When they go belly up, creditors scramble to recover whatever is left of tghe company,lawyers get their piece, auctioneers et theirs, while the rest of creditors get nothing 
Mainly the consulting kind. Let's not even talk about the poor sucker investors and shareholders It so happens, that one such high-flier entity when it bit the dust, hit us too. I had over 200+ hours, and my group over thousand plus hrs in consulting hours owed to us. Approximately 270-350,000GBP down the drain so to speak. Needless to say, for months on end it obsessed my mind. Every evening at the local Pub, I'd tell any bloke who'd listen
Every trip I took, every billable hour I logged, the debacle of Dot.Gone occupied my conciousness. Then one fine evening, a good friend of mine, a resident of Cannes, visiting London, dropped by for a pint or two. My friend, a Venture capitalist of sorts, had been one of the few early investors in this Co. and had cashed in few months after the firm went public. He had a good laugh at my expense, and I had found a perfect person to whine to.
For the next two weeks that he was in town every opportunity I had, I complained about the unfairness of the scam -- Unrealistic P/E, cooked up books,pumped up Business plans.....blah...blah..... Actually I've been whining about this (unbillable 223 hours) since 12/2000 and up till this month.
Read why I stopped bitchin' and what really brought about that change in my mind
PRELUDE: We had a few conversations the gist of which went something along these lines
Me: "Had I received my estimated bonus, I'd be spending a week in BKK, instead of the lousy countryside
" Michel [The VC]: "Stop whining like a mutt ! Come over to my place, we'll go to Monte Carlo and you can lose some of my money - or win, we'll eat good food drink fine wines...."
Me: "Fine, I'll come over after my Rio wrapup."
Michel: "Let me know when, bring a formal wear, and I'll pick you at the airport"
MY MEMORABLE TRIP TO CANNES & MONTECARLO:
After returning from GIG, I had a series of long hours and generaly busy last month. finally I called Michel and hopped on to the first EasyJet flight out of Luton to NCE, at 39GBP OW, the price was right. He was there to pick me up, along with him is a pettite, blonde, toned gal - Let's call her Sophia . We drive up to his villa - A house actually in the outskirts between Cannes and NCE (Nice) with a swimming pool, two car garage and the works. An average high-end suburban home by U.S standards.
I planted myself in the guest room and hung my garment bag. Washed up and stepped out to the poolside. There I'm introduced to another voluptous lady is a skimpy outfit sunning herself. We chat a bit, talk about the weather and the banter. Sophia had by this time changed to her bikini - Man, I'm drooling. The housekeep comes out asking what I'd like to drink - All these folks had started onto martinis and it was not even noon.
I went back in, changed into my swimming trunks, we all soaked up for an hour or so in the pool. I lounge in the chair sipping Spritzer. Sophia offers to do some sunblock for my back - Sure, I turn my back, and experience one of the most sophisticated application of that lotion - A combination of a rub,massage and a tease. While rubbing the sun block all over her hands wander right up to my trunks and the inner thighs. I'm intimidated and timid about reciprocating the offer. There is something about the whole scene that put my defensive posture on alert.
An hour or so later, time for lunch. The festival was over, the celebs, stars, and the entourages had all gone. I shower and change into something nice & chic, or as close to it as possible. We head into the town for lunch.
We sat by the hugh window in an excellent provencial french restaurant overlooking the Promenade de la Croisette. The lunch was very good and the wines excellent. While we were chatting, Sophia becomes flirtacious and touchy-feely. The plan was to head that evening to Monte Carlo, have dinner, go to the Casino and stay the night over.
Sounds good to me, it also dawns on me that if we are staying over at Monte Carlo -- I'm gonna get laid
We drive back to the house, the sun, the wine, and food had made me very drowsy and wanted to take a nap. Michel as probably retired to his bedroom. Sophia wanted to go back to the pool, I begged off, I changed my mind and headed to the pool. Pulled the lounge chair on to the shade and closed my eyes.
Sophia walks by in a skimpy bikini, jokes that I'm out there just to see her skinny dip. I shook my head in the negative. She walked up to the pool, with her back to me, she removed her top, glanced back, and jumped in to the pool . After what seems like eons, she emerged from the pool, walked up to the chair, sat next to me, and without a word, unzipped my pantaloons and proceeded to engulf a quickly rising JohnThomas into a slow and determined OWO (BBBJ). It was a smooth frictionless silky movement of lips, I was speechless -- my attempts to pull her on top were unsuccessful. Resigned to fate - I tried to distract my self, unfortunately it did not help, and what seemed like a flash - I was unloading every drop of which she half swallowed and half spilled over. She wiped her lips and chin on my torso, gave me a deep tongue probing kiss and walked back into the house.
I too went in, took a shower, and crashed into the bed - deep in the afternoon slumber.
MONTECARLO: At 5PM, I woke up, got ready and four of us packed up and drove up to Monte Carlo. Destination l’Hôtel de Paris. This is my very first glimpse at a really top-notch hotel where the celebrities stay during LeMans. The starting high season rates begin around 500 EU. We agree to meet in the lobby in 45 minutes.
WE dress up and wait in the lobby for Michel and his babe to come down. Dinner is at Alain Ducasse's "Le Louis XV" a Michelin 3 star restaurant attached to the hotel. I've never eaten in a 3 star before, let alone Alain Ducasse's restaurant. My first - Wow !!!! What an elaborate and fabulous dinner -
We walk over to Le Casino de Monte-Carlo. The square where the hotel, the Casino and Cafe de Paris are all located is probably the most charming place
Rolls,Bentleys, Jaguars all lined up to haul super rich around town. Michel gets the chips and hands me a tray. I've never been into gambling, casinos or slots. What-the-heck, OPFM (Other People's F**ing Money) I sat down in a roulette table, with Sophia on my side --- Hey remember Bond movies where Sean Connery walks into the casino in MC ?
I felt like a millionbucks. Win-some-Lose-some, and without any strategy at all. The women and men at the casino are all very well heeled and dressed in like the movie stars. There were some out-of-shape and over the hill types too. But no one notices them - only their watches and jewellery.
It was getting late for me, so gently I took Sophia to where Michel was, gave him the few
chips I had remaining, and walked back to the hotel room.
I had not felt so turned on as now, watching this woman in her elegant gown, the contours of which eroticised every square inch of her smooth exposed skin. Once inside the room, I was kissing her neck, caressing her supple ass-cheeks, and getting guided by her to all the places she wanted my hands or lips to venture. Total control of my passion. Being undressed by her was yet another erotic experience too. From there onwards it was sensual treat -- with her tongue and lips and hands in total synchronised fluid motion -- the full works. Her body was in control of all action, the pace, the rhythm and positions. I do not even remember when I fell asleep.
Morning I was woken up with a gentle backrub, followed by a really hard massage, and I turned over, and was treated to cowgirl-style with a medal around her neck, with her
perky small breasts hardly jiggling and the medal swinging back and forth. I used the medal as a harness to get her into DFK. After recovering from this early morning treat, we ordered b/f from the room service. I watched the BBCworld to catch up on what went on while I slept. The room service was prompt, the juices freshly squeezed. An hour later, I was pulled into the bath for a good scrubbing and cleaning up - JohnThomas and all.
From then onwards was a fast forward right up to when I was dropped off at NCE airport late afternoon. This was a truely out-of-the-world experience for me. I was totally dazed right through till I entered my flat.
EPILOGUE: I had just balled a gymnast who was an Olympic medal-winner, from a former East European country. Sophia was *ofcourse* not her real name, and gave me *no email*, *no number*, and no doubt an excellent companion/escort. I'm sure her charges are stratospheric. Michel's girl was an ex-ballerina, from one of the ex-commicon country. I don't care if he boffed them both that night and the night following that...... It's his dime - I've made my peace with the DOTGONEs and DOTBOMBS...... Folks, sorry about this new WorldCOM debacle
rocking the Wall St. and you punterers/mongers MY TCB (Total Cost of Boff'in): 223 hrs of billable time @ 250 GBP = Estimated Lost Bonus 7-8000GBP
PS: Dot.Coms have no business commissioning Custom economic and strategic engagements - while never having made a single pence in profits [There I go again.... can't let it rest
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