Is the boss in front of the swingers club after dinner at Suff-SMS-Sandros?

I don’t know why couples keep inviting other couples over for dinner and I don’t know at what age it starts. All I know is that I kind of missed that because I was mostly single in my dressers and was lucky enough to spend my Friday and Saturday nights in complete freedom in ripped leggings in front of the TV or with ripped panties after outdoor sex on the dance party floors of this city.

Now I’m not single anymore and I have to eat. With relatives, potential in-laws, romantic partners and superiors.

Recently, for example, at Suff-SMS-Sandros Boss. He’s approaching 50. Be super cool, Sandro says all the time. A filo. No wonder the two get along so well privately.

He would surely love me. And yet persevere, says Sandro, as we are on our way to this villa in Zürichberg, where the boss lives with his, logically, much younger partner.

I already hate it Simply because the host is a boss. And I have an inexplicable boss complex. As a child I drove my teachers crazy. That was amazing. I had little respect for those in authority.

Later, when I had superiors, I mutated into a little mouse. Most bosses were easygoing, nice, and accommodating. Except that one. Who I slept with But this is another story. But the sex was great. Maybe just because it was the boss.

However.

When we enter the villa, I already feel out of place. Here is only the craziest designer furniture on marble floor (ugly). Here even the small piece of furniture next to the huge designer sofa costs 1000 Stutz. The lamp in the living room costs almost CHF 10,000 and the black leather lounger around CHF 6,000, says Google.

There are also huge glass panthers here. Meanwhile, there are large cowhides on the floor.

Why?

The boss wears very well-fitting jeans, combined with a dark blue, expensive sweater. His chick wears high hooks. She giggles a lot. I’m not giggling. I’m not laughing either. I don’t even say anything except “Hi, I’m Emma”.

The boss hugs me and leads me to the huge dining room. XXXXL table surrounded by 16 (!) chairs. what i want to drink I stutter from water. It does not matter whether it is with or without sparkling water.

The boss won’t let me go.

He has heard a lot from me. Sandro has really blossomed since I’ve been here. “And now that I see you, I can understand perfectly.” I find it uncomfortable. The boss woman continues to giggle. She seems used to this.

At one point I wriggle out of these very sexy, but strange arms. After an aperitif, I washed down the drink a little too quickly, I feel better. I don’t just answer in fragments and sometimes dare to laugh. And that, even though they are talking about topics that I feel I have NO clue about. CS drama, the World Cup in Qatar, cars.

Sandro is doing great. You don’t notice that he has no plans for cars and is not interested in them, even if you know.

Now Sandro and the boss lady are going to smoke. The boss and I stay in the living room. He doesn’t have to go to the kitchen. They even hired a chef who conjured up a seven course meal for us today. Stop proles!

The boss approaches. Now that I have drunk 2 cups I notice how hot it really is. I’ve already taped it to the front door that it’s him, but this potion just makes everything more fatal.

He smiles at me. i smile back

Awkward silence.

I have absolutely no idea what to say and what to talk about with such a Boss/Glass Panther holder.

So I keep smiling and sipping the glass.

Him too.

There he is again. This boss complex. Fuck you.

Finally, Sandro and the blonde come back. I know he likes her and he knows I like the boss. We acknowledge this fact with a smile.

Good Sandra.

One way or another we’ll get this dinner over. And leave the villa in Zurichberg shortly after midnight. We get drunk in the Uber, where, just like in the good old days, he fingers me so deftly that I quietly end up somewhere between Bellevue and Enge.

On Monday night, Sandro tells me that the boss thinks I’m “all hot”. But a bit “stiff and unlocking”. Nevertheless, he thought the evening was very harmonious and he is sure that as a four-person combo we would harmonize well.

I’m freaking out that he’s going to invite us to some shabby high end swingers club the penultimate.

The boss wants to know if we have time for a meal in Zurich’s most expensive restaurant in mid-January.

Do we have. In January 2045.

By the way, here at Watson, Lina is my boss. I don’t have a boss complex with Lina. If I really had to go to the swingers club with a boss, dear Lina, you would be my first, only and best choice.

Gommer?