Verstitution Pt12

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[What appeared to Claudia as Madison being cheap and easy was just Madison continuing a chat with a prior acquaintance rather than leaving him alone at the bar while she changed back into her street clothes. He's one of her best clients from the adult site, so there's nothing unfamiliar that he might see.

Madison and Jacob retreat to the other end of the bar. Ernest shrugs at Madison, sympathizing with her being excluded so conspicuously by Claudia.]

Claudia: "Are you still going to represent her, knowing that she and Jacob planned an elaborate publicity stunt?"

Ernest: "Well... I have to admit that I'm a bit shocked, but it really is an unjust law. When you factor how many high profile models and e-girls have impersonators on the major social media sites trying to scam the fans in the comment section, redirecting the chatty subscribers to a pay site is just good business sense, and shouldn't, by any means, be a crime. Besdies, people have to pay just to talk to me, along with doctors, therapists, accountants, consultants, and many others."

Claudia: "That's true, but let's not talk business tonight. What do you enjoy doing for leisure?"

Ernest: "I like traveling, golfing, reading, and enjoy catching a game on TV every now and again."

Claudia: "What kind of game?"

Ernest: "Golf."

Claudia: [Blinks] "Oh."

Ernest: "How about you? Have you traveled much? Any favorite authors? Music? Sports?"

Claudia: "I've always wanted to go on an African safari, but all I've seen of the world outside of this country was a 10 day group tour of England, France, and Italy that was rushed beyond all reason. 6 to 8 hours of the trip were wasted at four Gucci stores in the 3 countries, and an entire morning and afternoon was dedicated to Harrod's in London."

Ernest: "Yikes! I've never understood people wasting so much time shopping on vacation while abroad when the majority of the merchandise isn't even made there, and can be found here."

Claudia: [Smiling] "Exactly! You also asked me about favorite authors... I like Tom Clancy, Stephen King, Douglas Adams, and Piers Anthony."

Ernest: "Wow! Your taste in novelists is outstanding, but not typical of many women."

Claudia: "True, but most lady cops you meet are bound to be more tomboyish than the general population, and I'm no exception. So what do you read?"

Ernest: "Mostly non-fiction, with the exception of History since the jury's still out on its truthfulness, no pun intended. I read a lot of science texts, especially physics, psychology, and archaeology. I have read 3 of the 4 authors you mentioned, but not Clancy. I've seen a few of the movies based on his books, though, and I know that he's been commended for the breadth of his research to maintain accuracy in matters of engineering, aeronautics, etc."

Claudia: "Absolutely! He's incredible. So how much traveling have you done?"

Ernest: "I've been all over Europe, many regions of Asia, and Central and South America, but never Africa. A safari does sound like a great idea to me, too."

[Claudia smiles out of both satisfaction and relief.
Madison was eyeing them the whole time from across the bar, doing her best to block out Jacob's reminiscing over past private webcam sessions and what he'd like to see Madison do in the future. Since she'd put her low thread count, skin tight white t-shirt on again, nothing she had to say in response to Jacob would have been retained, anyway.

Feeling uneasy about Ernest and Claudia appearing to hit it off, Madison tells Jacob that she's returning to her room to get some sleep. He attempts to accompany her, but she holds up her right hand while simultaneously squinting her eyes and shaking her head. Jacob gulps what remains from his bottle of beer and exits the hotel's restaurant / bar toward the parking lot.

Meanwhile, Ernest and Claudia remain engrossed in friendly conversation: both wondering how much potential there may be for an African safari in their mutual future.]

Claudia: "So tell me, Ernest...? What was your most recent vacation?"

Ernest: "I visited Greece to see all the ruins and the breathtaking views."

Claudia: "Sounds amazing! I'd love to go!"

Ernest: "Like Hawaii, and many Asian island nations, you definitely want to take a helicopter tour. I'd be happy to show you some of my aerial shots sometime. That's a hobby I forgot to mention, was landscape photography."

Claudia: "That'd be nice. You're not like other attorneys I've met, Ernest."

Ernest: "Based on the majority of the jokes, and the congeniality of the exchange we've had thus far, it feels safe for me to take that as a compliment."

Claudia: "Hahaha! Undoubtedly, and I also know that you weren't just trying to impress me by claiming that you're a student of psychology."

Ernest: "I wasn't TRYING to impress you at all. I'm just that good."

[Ernest giggles to assure Claudia that he's being facetious. She laughs and lightly slaps him below his left shoulder with her right hand, from her barstool.]

Claudia: "You getting tired at all?"

Ernest: "A little. It's probably about time to turn in. May I walk you back to your room?"

Claudia: "Sure, and speaking of which... Were you worried about the folks at the honor farm investigating your card history?"

Ernest: "Thanks for reminding me. That completely slipped my mind, despite making certain to use Madison's card for the on-line booking. I'll have her provide her card to the concierge tomorrow morning to cover the cost of the loungewear, and pay her back. I don't want those crooks connecting her to me. She's been a huge help to me since I got mixed up with them."

Claudia: "Do you think that you could get the judge to agree to house arrest, so that the jail wouldn't hound you following an AWOL report?"

Ernest: "That's not a bad idea. I'll get in touch with the court on Monday."

[Ernest and Claudia take the elevator back to the 9th floor and walk the 25 to 30 feet toward Claudia, room.]

Ernest: "Well.. Goodnight, Claudia."

Claudia: "Goodnight, Ernest. Thank you for a lovely evening."

[Ernest leans in to give Claudia a quick kiss on her right cheek. She smiles, gives him a hug, and says goodnight again before retiring to her room.]

[10 minutes later, Claudia receives a phone call.]

Claudia: "Hello?"

Caller: [Seductive female voice] "Hi, there. Do you sleep in the nude?"

[Claudia looks down, in a huff, at the phone's digital caller ID display.]

Claudia: "Guest services?! What sort of hotel is this?!"

Caller: "Claudia, it's me... Madison."

[Ernest is seen with his elbows on the guest services counter, with both hands covering his face. He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, because he loves Madison's warped sense of humor, but, only moments ago, had a quasi-date with Claudia and wasn't hoping for a magnification of awkwardness.]

Claudia: "Would you mind explaining yourself?!"

Madison: "Alright, alright, alright... Settle down. Ernest stopped by my room a few minutes ago, realizing that he'd forgotten to buy the PJs for all of us, and knew that he'd have to use my card."

Claudia: "Not explaining the call! Keep going!"

Madison: "Ernest was buying the robes and asked me to call your room to find out whether you needed 1 or 2 sets of PJs: 1 pair for sleeping and 1 for tomorrow. I spun the question in a way that seemed more fun."

Claudia: [Mildly amused] "Okay, I understand. It's much funnier in retrospect than it was in the moment, but it could have been worse."

Madison: "How so?"

Claudia: "It could have been a man's voice."

Madison: "Hahaha! That's true. We ladies can pull off playfulness with such things, but, with men, it's always creepy. You'd have been calling the cops right now if that had been Ernest."

Claudia: "I am a cop."

Madison: "But you're out of your jurisdiction."

Claudia: "Touché."

Madison: "So how big are your boobs, bust wise?"

Claudia: "WHAT?! You're not much of a fan of stasis, are you, Madison?"

Madison: "No, but I still need to know about your boobs. The pajama tops are irregular, so whatever is your normal small, medium... whatever, won't apply. Are you 34, 36, or what?"

Claudia: "I'm about 34, but don't tell Ernest."

Madison: [Feigning offense] "You give me that little credit for tact?"

Claudia: [Stoic] "Yes."

Madison: "So how do you want me to handle this, with Ernest standing right here by the counter?"

Ernest: "What's the problem?"

Madison: [Aloof] "Oh, nothing. Claudia wants me to find some way to get rid of you so that you don't hear me ordering her a PJ top suitable for her bust size."

[Ernest's jaw drops. He shakes his head and waves his hand in a manner that indicates wishing for no greater role in what's transpiring.]

Claudia: "You didn't even cover the mouthpiece on the phone!"

Madison: "That's true, Claudia. Ernest isn't stupid. Based on what he'd already heard from my end, you were doomed to lose this battle."

Claudia: "You could have written down my measurement for the clerk!"

Madison: "Sounds a little kooky to me, Claudia. That wouldn't have been a wise route."

[Ernest finds himself dreading breakfast... on numerous fronts.]

Madison: "What's it gonna be, Claudia? 1.. or 2 sets of PJs?"

[Claudia briefly ponders matters of comfort, budget consciousness, and gratitude.]

Madison: "Claudia? Are you still there?"

Claudia: "Yes, I am. I'll just take 1 set of PJs."

Madison: [Sexual] "Ooh-uh-ooh!"

[Madison raises 1 finger in Ernest's direction. Ernest blushes. Madison smiles in return, on the verge of laughter for having embarrassed him publicly with arousal.]

Claudia: [Mildly annoyed] "Shut up, Madison. I'm just trying to save Ernest a few bucks. He's my very first client as a P.I., and he bought us that lovely dinner. At a hotel of this grandeur, you could probably eat off of the sheets, and sleeping in the nude is much more comfortable when you have adequate blankets."

Madison: "All I said was, 'Ooh-uh-ooh!' Amazing what one can learn from 'Ooh-uh-ooh!' isn't it?"

Claudia: "You didn't learn anything, Madison, apart from my respect for Ernest's hard-earned money, and the reality of clothing inhibiting comfortable sleep. You're just trying to bait me."

Madison: "But you didn't want him to know about your size 34 bust. Guys don't care about the bust measurement, but the cups. You should know that by now."

Claudia: "Is Ernest still there?!"

Madison: "Yeah, he's here. Did you want to talk to him?"

Claudia: "No, I only inquired due to what you're saying, which he might be hearing. You're wrong, by the way. Haven't you ever heard about the most desired hourglass figure of 36-24-36?"

Madison: "Hey?! We were arguing about boobs, not bust, waist, and hip ratios!"

[Claudia hangs up on Madison.]

Guest Services Clerk: "Uh, Miss? Could you please continue that argument in one of your rooms, and quietly? All the conversations on this phone are recorded. I'm afraid that I'll have to see your ID and take a photo for the record, in case the hotel manager has to explain this to H.R. at the H.Q."

Madison: "Do you want my whole body... or just a head shot?"

Clerk: [Blushing] "Normally it wouldn't matter, but... in your case, I believe a head shot would be ideal for all parties concerned."

[Madison looks down at her t-shirt and smiles.]

Ernest: "Who's going to deliver Claudia's PJs to her tonight? For very different reasons, I doubt that she wants to see either of us in the immediate wake of all this."

Madison: "Can't we tip a bellhop to do it?"

Ernest: "Yes, but what message is THAT going to send?"

Madison: "What if we tell her that we got arrested for disturbing the peace in the lobby and were held at the police station for hours?"

Ernest: "Brilliant! She'd have no difficulty believing that at all."

[Madison smiles at Ernest. He reciprocates. They shared a tender, mischievous moment.

Ernest sighs, lowers his head, and looks thoughtfully toward Madison.]

Ernest: "I don't wannna lie to Claudia, so I'll make the delivery. It's not as if I did anything wrong."

Madison: "Are you saying that I did something wrong?"

Ernest: "Well... not wrong, per se. You played a joke on her, pushed her buttons, and it happened to backfire a bit. As a veteran cop and tomboy, I'm pretty sure she'll recover."

Madison: "Do you think of me as a tomboy, or a girly girl, Ernest?"

Ernest: "Neither, actually. You have a feminine charm, and style, but you get along well with men because of your sense of humor, and comfort both with who you are and the impact you have. You're not vain enough in personality to be labeled a girly girl."

Madison: [Smiling, feeling proud] "Go on."

Ernest: "A tomboy is usually a woman who does manly things and doesn't relate to other women. You're more like a guy who dreamt of being a woman, and is fascinated every day in discovering it as a reality."

Madison: "Wow! You really get me, Ernest, and described it in a way that no one else has. Are you seeing anybody?"