With Whom (Exactly) Am I 'Associated'?

It is physically painful to me on the days that I realize just how truly naive I can be.

I'm sure I mentioned previously that I was nervous about a guy that was on our golf committee. Nervous enough that, at the time, I asked my husband to arrange time off, so he could meet me at the hotel the night of our event. 

Since that time, I managed to talk myself out of my original instinct, but being the good doobie he is, Hubs had still kept his night free. He met me in the city of our tournament for the evening festivities. We were housed at the Casino, so there was plenty for him to do to keep himself busy while I entertained the troops... and I stand behind that description because I felt somewhat like a USO girl.

I had been allotted close to an hour to get myself from the golf course to the hotel, have a shower and get prettied up again before heading back down to the evening reception. I took that opportunity to slam back a couple of drinks. My hubs caught up to me just in time to share a drink and then watch me finish my hair, before I skipped off to finish out the night.

Now... I was more than certainly looking forward to the end of my duties for the evening, as I knew some wild hotel room sex was awaiting my return, but I wasn't drunk by any stretch, and I was in full control of my faculties as I descended the staircase, into the din.

During the evening, I consumed a further three drinks from the cash bar... all of which, I saw prepared by bar staff. I was incredibly uptight, and after my second, I decided I needed to step out for some air. What I wanted was to have a little puff, and I started walking toward the hotel entrance to sneak up to my room and retrieve such a creature, but something changed my mind and I turned on my heel and headed back toward the Casino area where my group was gathered. 

I had been texting with my daughter, so I wasn't paying keen attention to my surroundings, and when I heard someone behind me, I was startled. He asked me if I wanted to smoke a hash joint with him. To which, I answered, no thanks... I haven't done that since I was a teenager (which isn't entirely a lie - but there was no way I was sharing a joint with 'some random guy' I did not know). Then, as I am turning to walk away from him, Greasy Gary (the guy that freaked me out several weeks ago) was standing there and they began kind of making fun of me, for not having a puff with them.

What did I do? I had a drag... and by drag, I refer to the standard three little inhales. At that point, another 'member' came out for a smoke, and I immediately turned away from them and went inside. There, I got myself another drink, mingled for another half hour or so, and once my drink was gone, I went to sit in a group that contained my boss. After a few minutes, Greasy Gary had infiltrated our group and shortly after that, our treasurer came over and I made room for him next to me on the ottoman, upon which I was seated.

I looked up at one point and I noted three guys (and I believe they were with the same company as Greasy Gary) looking straight at me with such fierce lasciviousness, it rattled me. It was no compliment, whatever they had to say to one another. I made eye contact with one of them, and he stared me down until I looked away. It was weird... and beyond unsettling.

Still feeling a little rattled, I looked again at my phone for the time. My hubby and I had been texting back and forth over the past couple of hours and it was now 10:30. I figured I had put in enough of my time for the day and made my apologies, said my hubby was at the Casino bar and I was headed that way to meet him. Before anyone could say much of anything, I was up and bouncing away.

I did not feel drunk, but I did have an odd confidence about me as I "strutted into the bar, like a woman seeking her mark"... in the words of my spouse.

I didn't see him on my cursory lap around the bar, but as I came around to do a second lap, I spotted him on a stool. There was a cover band playing - two guys, two guitars... they were singing "Paint It Black" and they seemed like folks you'd enjoy immensely, sitting around a fire. I climbed up on the adjacent stool and planted a big kiss on him.

He laughed and told me I looked "fucked up". I sincerely did not feel that way. I told him he was wrong, that I had only had the three drinks and a pull off a joint... but only one. He told me yesterday that he hadn't believed me... but I honestly did only have the one.

Once he was finished his beer, we headed outside to have a puff of our own. We were headed to our room to have a drink together and then commence the only fun part of my adventure in another city. 

On our way up in the elevator, two other people got on, and in the time it took to go up one additional floor, I was giggling like a loon. It was bizarre, but I just could not control it. When we tumbled out of the door, into the hallway, I was laughing my guts out. He thought I was being quite funny and said he should have asked for my rates loud enough to be overheard.

I could barely breathe by the time we got into my room.

We had our drink and then I pulled him down on the bed with me. We were making out like crazy and he just stopped and said I looked like a wild woman. That my hair was as wild as my eyes, and I was putting off a predatory vibe. I believe I snarled... and proceeded to bed him.

I was like a porn star... and I'm only pointing this out because it pertains to the point at which, I will eventually arrive. My love making skills and tendencies are normally somewhat voracious, but I was on a whole other level... and I'm here to tell you, it was super fun! I had stamina like I've not experienced... ever! I wore my poor stud-muffin down to a nub and was still prowling around the bed, looking to stir up more interest.

We got into the shower with the intentions of whipping things up again, having another drink while we rested, and the plan... well my plan... was to go for it again. Unfortunately, my head started to split down the center and, almost immediately, I was nearly incapacitated from the pain. 

Assuming I was simply feeling the effects of an evening of drinking, I took some headache stuff and a sleeping pill and went to sleep.

In hindsight, I wonder if that was the safest of ideas. I'm a luckier girl than I realize, particularly when the stakes are super high.

Thankfully, I awoke the next morning without my headache and was able to get myself ready for the two and a half hour drive home.

It wasn't until after I got home, that all of the little pieces of the puzzle finally dropped into place. In fact, I was moving laundry from the washer, into the dryer when it hit me. 

I was drugged at that reception. 

I barely had any of it. It's pretty obvious, looking in the rear-view, that is, that their plan was for me to smoke whatever it was they were on. We looked up my 'symptoms' last night and my husband feels that it was most likely PCP. I may see if I can be tested by my doctor for a drug panel. I would like to know for certain. I do remember both of them smoking, too... but I know that Greasy Gary was fucked up all night. He looks like he's strung out on a weekday afternoon. I thought it was coke... but I can't be certain without blood work, at minimum.

I escaped unharmed. I am one lucky bitch! Luckier than the "crazy temp" they had last year. The gal that "went nuts" on a member, told everybody off, wound up balling her eyes out and then, after the fact, accused someone - from this same company - of raping her. Problem being, she also named someone that was not guilty... irrefutably. Hence, my boss didn't believe her.

Honestly, I didn't believe her story, either. I feel like a tool. 

I haven't decided if I am going to tell her. I do NOT want to attract any attention with something like this! However, in the event I am gone next year, I don't want the same thing happening to another woman. I can't decide exactly how to handle it.

As I laid in the tub last night, soaking away the thoughts of the past couple of days, all of the strange little 'occurrences' started plinking into my head. One after another... why was Greasy's 'sister' there all of a sudden? What was going on with the 'raptor brothers' when they were leering at me from a dozen feet away? Why did Greasy just happen to be coming out, meeting the other guy - who came from the other direction? Why did he keep telling me his room number and asking me to deliver him to it at the night's end? Why was he perched on me all evening?

I bet he was pissed when he saw me walk by with love in my eyes and wet in my pants, holding tightly to my husband's hand. I would laugh... except that I very nearly found myself in a situation where I may have: 

 *Made a complete ass of myself in front of my board, members and boss.  

 *Been lured into extra marital sex by someone I have ZERO interest in.

 *Or best of all. been gang raped by what I imagine was going to be at least five guys. 

I shudder to think what might have happened, honestly. It scares me to realize, with a fair amount of certainty, that I was, at the very least, in the sites of a predator. Plain and simple. I knew it weeks ago, when I made my original request for my hubs to join. I seem to have forgotten entirely when push came to shove. I didn't even realize until the next day, and honestly could still manage to explain it away... but my instincts are seldom wrong in these matters. 

I'm fairly certain.

Scary fucking shit, that.