Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Sept 10, 2019 22:46:48 GMT -8
Shirtless with nothing but baby blue boxer shorts on, Joshua Samson, Esquire sits with his feet dangling in the Olympic size pool of his backyard estate in Brentwood Heights, California. With a glass of his favorite beverage (cognac) in one hand and a lit cigar (Cuban) in the other, the managing partner of Iconic Sports Management gazes at the setting sun in the distant. As he keeps his gaze forward, a slender female form approaches from behind and wraps her tattooed arms around his neck as she crouches behind him and kisses his cheek. Catriona MacKenzie is all smiles as she then takes a seat next to him, dressed in shorts and a tank top, as she too dips her feet into the pool.
Catriona: Now this is peaceful… and a beautiful sunset.
He doesn’t break his gaze from the view.
Samson: Done even better with a good drink, good cigar, and now one of my beautiful wives.
Catriona: I’d join you with a drink but I’m trying to give my liver a little bit of a rest.
A slight giggle escapes her lips as she rests her head on his shoulder.
Catriona: I’m still pissed off about that old bitch… I was so close to getting Veronica Taylor to tap out than that hag dumped glitter in my eyes. It took Asti most of the night getting those speckles out of my eyes.
Joshua takes a pull from the cigar, holding in the smoke to savor the flavor before finally releasing it into the air above them.
Samson: It’s like I tweeted earlier, if Asti would have taken my advice and gotten manager’s license for Oath, she could have been down at ringside to even the odds.
Catriona: Well you’re also the same person who didn’t want her working in two companies. Besides, I don’t want to have to get to that point in my career where I need to resort to the help of others like Veronica did. I’m much better than Veronica and she was just scared… her “mother” was scared… they knew what was imminent and so they had to go the coward’s path.
Samson: Yeah but if she’s going to be making these Oath trips with you she might as well be allowed to escort you to the ring AND get paid in the meantime.
Catriona: Maybe we can talk about that sometime… as a family. I don’t want to push her too far considering what she’s got on her plate already.
Samson: Yes I suppose so.
He takes a sip of his cognac.
Samson: Where is Asti anyway?
Catriona: I do believe she is cleaning up the stuff from dinner… doing the dishes and putting away the leftovers.
Samson: Oh right right. It’s good to have you both back home.
Catriona: Would’ve been great if you could’ve stayed with us. I know she’s not too happy about what… about what SHE had to say on Twitter earlier today. I think Asti’s trying to keep herself occupied so she doesn’t blow up like the little bomb that she is.
Samson: She being…?
Catriona takes the cigar out of his hand, taking a long draw before handing it back as she held in the smoke and then exhaling.
Catriona: You know… she. The one that came to the house while you were in Italy. I can’t remember her name and Asti always calls her Evil Cunt.
Chuckling, Joshua pulls from the cigar.
Samson: Kelli. Her name is Kelli, Scotti.
Catriona: Ah… Kelly Bo-Belly. By the way… that sucks. You should really try weed.
Samson: Tried it, remember? I stick to a good ol’ Cuban. Drugs and me don’t have a very good history.
Catriona: There’s more deadly chemicals in that than a joint… but OK. So… why are you sitting out here all by your lonesome?
Samson: You know this is my spot where I like to just chill and reflect on the day’s events. One of the best places to enjoy a Cali night, a fine cognac, and a Cuban. What brings you out here should be the question? After your flight and then coming into the office I would think you’d be upstairs in the bed curled into a little tattooed naked ball.
Catriona: I slept on the plane and I’ve had a couple of coffees after we got to the office. That way I can stay up and roll into a big naked mesh of tattooed bodies later.
Catriona winks at Joshua as a slight giggle escapes from her lips.
Samson: That sounds very….delectable.
Catriona: I thought you’d like it. You know, what would sound even better… skinny dipping. Because who needs clothes.
Samson: What sounds even better is seeing you get naked and jumping in.
Catriona: You just want to look at my butt… and tits.
She laughs as she straightens her posture.
Catriona: You’re wearing less clothes than I am anyway… so it would be easier for you. Besides, shouldn’t we wait for Asti?
Samson: Why? I’m sure she knows we’re out here. Once she comes out, I’m sure she’ll strip down and join you in the water.
Catriona hears the backdoor of the house close and turns around to see Astrid walking down towards the pool… a bottle of wine in one hand and a…
Catriona: Speak of the devil… and she’s got party favors.
Joshua sips from his glass as he continues to stare out into the darkening sky. Catriona stands up and starts to remove her shorts and top before quickly diving into the pool as Astrid sits down next to Joshua.
Astrid: So… what have you two been talking about?
Samson: Oath, managing, Kelli, weed, ball of naked tattooed flesh, and skinny dipping.
Astrid: Fuck that Oath hag. Fuck Evil Cunt. But not fuck weed.
She pops the lit joint in her mouth and inhales a bit.
Astrid: I’m all for naked flesh ball… but not swimming. I’ve done a conditioning treatment and I the chlorine will ruin the process.
Astrid smiles as she watches Catriona swim, diving under the water and letting her bare bottom pop up for a bit.
Astrid: Now that… that’s a sight.
He doesn’t take his sight off the night sky.
Samson: You’ve been hitting that stuff a lot lately, huh?
Astrid: No… no I haven’t. But a certain evil… well if she didn’t tweet what she did I would not have needed either of these.
Astrid looks at Joshua and notices his gaze is locked forward. She waves her hand in front of his face.
Astrid: Uh… what is going on in there?
Solemn face, the husband looks over to his wife.
Samson: Certain evil? Just because of a tweet? Really, Astrid?!
Astrid: I swear she does it on purpose. But then again… I don't know her like you knew, I mean know, her. She’s never once said or done anything nice or anything to change my opinion of her.
Samson: You just couldn’t drink without smoking?
Astrid: The wine is for Cat should she want a drink… even though she wants a break. It’s not like I’m going to have the whole thing… just a few drags.
Samson: And how often are your “few drags”?
Astrid: I haven’t had any in a few weeks. Geeze… I’ll put it out.
Shaking her head, she leans forward and does a quick dip of the joint into the pool.
Astrid: You going to tell me what’s going on now?
Samson: I didn’t ask you to do that especially in the damn pool! Damn, Astrid, think!
Squinting, he slightly bends forward to see if there are any ashes in the water.
Astrid: OK… there is something on your mind. What is going on? I didn’t do any harm to the pool cause it was a quick in and out. Of the three liquid options around me right now it was the only one that wouldn’t have ruined a good bottle of wine or glass of cognac
Samson: The something on my mind is your frequent usage of marijuana lately.
Astrid: This is the first joint I’ve had since July! I only bought one at the dispensary. I got rid of the thing, it’s not usable anymore. Why won’t you tell me what is really bothering you?
Joshua, not finding anything in the pool, sits back up and pounds back the rest of the cognac in his glass.
Samson: What’s the deal with those two idiots Bill Ryder and Brianna Rissi?
Astrid: I honestly have no clue. You know how I feel about Bill but I’m not liking this alliance between Bri and Oliver. I thought she was someone I could count on but… I’m not sure even though she’s said otherwise.
She sighs as she takes a large swig of wine.
Astrid: Right now, the only two adults in the business that I can truly trust are right here. I’m still pissed that Bill tried taking all the glory for me doing all the work in the match.
Samson: I don’t trust either of them….to me they’re both dead. If you really trust me then you will disassociate yourself from them, Astrid. Bill is a fucking flake and Brianna is a conniving little fruitcake looking for a coattail to ride.
Astrid: I didn’t like teaming up with him about as much as you did. As for Bri… it’s going to have to be done the right way. I don’t need any more god damn targets on my back.
She puts her hand on his thigh and looks at him with a smile.
Astrid: Especially with that attention whore Oliver Black a champion again.
He returns her smile with a frown.
Samson: I don’t want her in my house. EVER.
Astrid: I understand babe. I will obey your wishes and she won’t be coming to the house. I promise… she’s persona non grata here.
Samson: Good...and I’m not trying to be a possessive, controlling husband because you can have whomever you want as a friend but I can’t stress it enough that you need to drop her as of yesterday. She can’t be trusted in the slightest.
Astrid: Like I said… since she’s aligned herself with Oliver… I don’t know if I can. I mean I’ve tried because she is a friend…
Astrid sighs as she hangs her head, feeling Catriona’s wet arms rest on her lap.
Astrid: I just feel betrayed and haven’t been able to shake the feeling.
Looking up, she see Catriona’s smile before looking at Josh.
Astrid: Besides… you being possessive is kind of hot.
Catriona: Now that is something I can agree with her on. It is very sexy in a Christian Grey kind of way.
Shaking his head, Joshua takes a long drag from his cigar.
Samson: That...is not a compliment. I’m very sexy in a Joshua Samson kind of way.
Both women giggle a little bit.
Astrid: Joshua Samson is way hotter than Christian Grey.
Catriona: Besides, that thing started off as a Twilight fan fiction. That kind of cuts the hotness level way down.
Samson: I’m married to two fucking nerds…
Catriona: Ehhhh… not just yet. That’s still a few weeks away.
Samson: That’s just formalities, babydoll.
Astrid: Regardless… there’s a lot of big things happening for our family in the coming weeks. I feel like I need to redecorate Hanna’s room with her coming here on a permanent basis.
Samson: Yeah a lot of things happening. Before you start on redecorating plans, where do we stand on plans for the union ceremony?
Astrid: Only thing left to nail down is what the two of you are wearing. Other than that… it’s all been handled.
Samson: Well we know it’s not going to be in November since we’ll be in freaking cold ass P.A., so what month?
Catriona: November… in the beginning of the month that way we can be home for Asti’s birthday. It’s the 9th.
Astrid: Besides, from what Cat has said… Scotland isn’t much warmer despite the air currant.
Samson: Mother….fuck…
He puffs excessively.
Astrid: I’ve even arranged a tour of a local whiskey distillery… complete with tasting and everything. Kind of like a bachelorette/bachelor thing.
Samson: No need to sell me on it, Asti. I’m fully committed . I’m just dreading that those flights.
Astrid: There’s a layover in Philadelphia to pick up Hanna and rest before flying to London then Glasgow. It’s not a one shot flight like we normally do to Europe.
Samson: Twelve stops, nonstop, it’s still a long ass trip. But it’s not until November so I have a couple of months to mentally prepare.
Catriona: Yes… and you can always sleep on those flights. We’ll pack your ear plugs.
Astrid: Now that everything is hashed out… can we talk more the naked ball of flesh?
Samson: How about you two go on up and I’ll be up shortly?
Catriona: Awe come on… it’s more fun when there’s three.
Astrid: Oh don’t bug him. He’ll come up once the Cuban is done.
Astrid removes her feet from the water and stands up as Catriona launches out of the pool and starts to run up towards the house in full naked glory.
Astrid: Promise we won’t get started without you.
Samson: It’s alright if you do. Just don’t finish without me.
He cracks a half hearted smile her way. She leans down and gives him a kiss on the forehead.
Astrid: Deal…
She starts to head back towards the house, looking back at him once before entering the home. Once he sees that she has truly gone in the house, Joshua reaches for his cellphone that was not too far away. Bringing it to life, he then rapidly taps away on the virtual keyboard with his two thumbs. Seemingly satisfied, he places the phone down, brings the cigar back to his mouth, and continues to gaze at the starry night.
Astrid Samson/Catriona MacKenzie
Catriona: Now this is peaceful… and a beautiful sunset.
He doesn’t break his gaze from the view.
Samson: Done even better with a good drink, good cigar, and now one of my beautiful wives.
Catriona: I’d join you with a drink but I’m trying to give my liver a little bit of a rest.
A slight giggle escapes her lips as she rests her head on his shoulder.
Catriona: I’m still pissed off about that old bitch… I was so close to getting Veronica Taylor to tap out than that hag dumped glitter in my eyes. It took Asti most of the night getting those speckles out of my eyes.
Joshua takes a pull from the cigar, holding in the smoke to savor the flavor before finally releasing it into the air above them.
Samson: It’s like I tweeted earlier, if Asti would have taken my advice and gotten manager’s license for Oath, she could have been down at ringside to even the odds.
Catriona: Well you’re also the same person who didn’t want her working in two companies. Besides, I don’t want to have to get to that point in my career where I need to resort to the help of others like Veronica did. I’m much better than Veronica and she was just scared… her “mother” was scared… they knew what was imminent and so they had to go the coward’s path.
Samson: Yeah but if she’s going to be making these Oath trips with you she might as well be allowed to escort you to the ring AND get paid in the meantime.
Catriona: Maybe we can talk about that sometime… as a family. I don’t want to push her too far considering what she’s got on her plate already.
Samson: Yes I suppose so.
He takes a sip of his cognac.
Samson: Where is Asti anyway?
Catriona: I do believe she is cleaning up the stuff from dinner… doing the dishes and putting away the leftovers.
Samson: Oh right right. It’s good to have you both back home.
Catriona: Would’ve been great if you could’ve stayed with us. I know she’s not too happy about what… about what SHE had to say on Twitter earlier today. I think Asti’s trying to keep herself occupied so she doesn’t blow up like the little bomb that she is.
Samson: She being…?
Catriona takes the cigar out of his hand, taking a long draw before handing it back as she held in the smoke and then exhaling.
Catriona: You know… she. The one that came to the house while you were in Italy. I can’t remember her name and Asti always calls her Evil Cunt.
Chuckling, Joshua pulls from the cigar.
Samson: Kelli. Her name is Kelli, Scotti.
Catriona: Ah… Kelly Bo-Belly. By the way… that sucks. You should really try weed.
Samson: Tried it, remember? I stick to a good ol’ Cuban. Drugs and me don’t have a very good history.
Catriona: There’s more deadly chemicals in that than a joint… but OK. So… why are you sitting out here all by your lonesome?
Samson: You know this is my spot where I like to just chill and reflect on the day’s events. One of the best places to enjoy a Cali night, a fine cognac, and a Cuban. What brings you out here should be the question? After your flight and then coming into the office I would think you’d be upstairs in the bed curled into a little tattooed naked ball.
Catriona: I slept on the plane and I’ve had a couple of coffees after we got to the office. That way I can stay up and roll into a big naked mesh of tattooed bodies later.
Catriona winks at Joshua as a slight giggle escapes from her lips.
Samson: That sounds very….delectable.
Catriona: I thought you’d like it. You know, what would sound even better… skinny dipping. Because who needs clothes.
Samson: What sounds even better is seeing you get naked and jumping in.
Catriona: You just want to look at my butt… and tits.
She laughs as she straightens her posture.
Catriona: You’re wearing less clothes than I am anyway… so it would be easier for you. Besides, shouldn’t we wait for Asti?
Samson: Why? I’m sure she knows we’re out here. Once she comes out, I’m sure she’ll strip down and join you in the water.
Catriona hears the backdoor of the house close and turns around to see Astrid walking down towards the pool… a bottle of wine in one hand and a…
Catriona: Speak of the devil… and she’s got party favors.
Joshua sips from his glass as he continues to stare out into the darkening sky. Catriona stands up and starts to remove her shorts and top before quickly diving into the pool as Astrid sits down next to Joshua.
Astrid: So… what have you two been talking about?
Samson: Oath, managing, Kelli, weed, ball of naked tattooed flesh, and skinny dipping.
Astrid: Fuck that Oath hag. Fuck Evil Cunt. But not fuck weed.
She pops the lit joint in her mouth and inhales a bit.
Astrid: I’m all for naked flesh ball… but not swimming. I’ve done a conditioning treatment and I the chlorine will ruin the process.
Astrid smiles as she watches Catriona swim, diving under the water and letting her bare bottom pop up for a bit.
Astrid: Now that… that’s a sight.
He doesn’t take his sight off the night sky.
Samson: You’ve been hitting that stuff a lot lately, huh?
Astrid: No… no I haven’t. But a certain evil… well if she didn’t tweet what she did I would not have needed either of these.
Astrid looks at Joshua and notices his gaze is locked forward. She waves her hand in front of his face.
Astrid: Uh… what is going on in there?
Solemn face, the husband looks over to his wife.
Samson: Certain evil? Just because of a tweet? Really, Astrid?!
Astrid: I swear she does it on purpose. But then again… I don't know her like you knew, I mean know, her. She’s never once said or done anything nice or anything to change my opinion of her.
Samson: You just couldn’t drink without smoking?
Astrid: The wine is for Cat should she want a drink… even though she wants a break. It’s not like I’m going to have the whole thing… just a few drags.
Samson: And how often are your “few drags”?
Astrid: I haven’t had any in a few weeks. Geeze… I’ll put it out.
Shaking her head, she leans forward and does a quick dip of the joint into the pool.
Astrid: You going to tell me what’s going on now?
Samson: I didn’t ask you to do that especially in the damn pool! Damn, Astrid, think!
Squinting, he slightly bends forward to see if there are any ashes in the water.
Astrid: OK… there is something on your mind. What is going on? I didn’t do any harm to the pool cause it was a quick in and out. Of the three liquid options around me right now it was the only one that wouldn’t have ruined a good bottle of wine or glass of cognac
Samson: The something on my mind is your frequent usage of marijuana lately.
Astrid: This is the first joint I’ve had since July! I only bought one at the dispensary. I got rid of the thing, it’s not usable anymore. Why won’t you tell me what is really bothering you?
Joshua, not finding anything in the pool, sits back up and pounds back the rest of the cognac in his glass.
Samson: What’s the deal with those two idiots Bill Ryder and Brianna Rissi?
Astrid: I honestly have no clue. You know how I feel about Bill but I’m not liking this alliance between Bri and Oliver. I thought she was someone I could count on but… I’m not sure even though she’s said otherwise.
She sighs as she takes a large swig of wine.
Astrid: Right now, the only two adults in the business that I can truly trust are right here. I’m still pissed that Bill tried taking all the glory for me doing all the work in the match.
Samson: I don’t trust either of them….to me they’re both dead. If you really trust me then you will disassociate yourself from them, Astrid. Bill is a fucking flake and Brianna is a conniving little fruitcake looking for a coattail to ride.
Astrid: I didn’t like teaming up with him about as much as you did. As for Bri… it’s going to have to be done the right way. I don’t need any more god damn targets on my back.
She puts her hand on his thigh and looks at him with a smile.
Astrid: Especially with that attention whore Oliver Black a champion again.
He returns her smile with a frown.
Samson: I don’t want her in my house. EVER.
Astrid: I understand babe. I will obey your wishes and she won’t be coming to the house. I promise… she’s persona non grata here.
Samson: Good...and I’m not trying to be a possessive, controlling husband because you can have whomever you want as a friend but I can’t stress it enough that you need to drop her as of yesterday. She can’t be trusted in the slightest.
Astrid: Like I said… since she’s aligned herself with Oliver… I don’t know if I can. I mean I’ve tried because she is a friend…
Astrid sighs as she hangs her head, feeling Catriona’s wet arms rest on her lap.
Astrid: I just feel betrayed and haven’t been able to shake the feeling.
Looking up, she see Catriona’s smile before looking at Josh.
Astrid: Besides… you being possessive is kind of hot.
Catriona: Now that is something I can agree with her on. It is very sexy in a Christian Grey kind of way.
Shaking his head, Joshua takes a long drag from his cigar.
Samson: That...is not a compliment. I’m very sexy in a Joshua Samson kind of way.
Both women giggle a little bit.
Astrid: Joshua Samson is way hotter than Christian Grey.
Catriona: Besides, that thing started off as a Twilight fan fiction. That kind of cuts the hotness level way down.
Samson: I’m married to two fucking nerds…
Catriona: Ehhhh… not just yet. That’s still a few weeks away.
Samson: That’s just formalities, babydoll.
Astrid: Regardless… there’s a lot of big things happening for our family in the coming weeks. I feel like I need to redecorate Hanna’s room with her coming here on a permanent basis.
Samson: Yeah a lot of things happening. Before you start on redecorating plans, where do we stand on plans for the union ceremony?
Astrid: Only thing left to nail down is what the two of you are wearing. Other than that… it’s all been handled.
Samson: Well we know it’s not going to be in November since we’ll be in freaking cold ass P.A., so what month?
Catriona: November… in the beginning of the month that way we can be home for Asti’s birthday. It’s the 9th.
Astrid: Besides, from what Cat has said… Scotland isn’t much warmer despite the air currant.
Samson: Mother….fuck…
He puffs excessively.
Astrid: I’ve even arranged a tour of a local whiskey distillery… complete with tasting and everything. Kind of like a bachelorette/bachelor thing.
Samson: No need to sell me on it, Asti. I’m fully committed . I’m just dreading that those flights.
Astrid: There’s a layover in Philadelphia to pick up Hanna and rest before flying to London then Glasgow. It’s not a one shot flight like we normally do to Europe.
Samson: Twelve stops, nonstop, it’s still a long ass trip. But it’s not until November so I have a couple of months to mentally prepare.
Catriona: Yes… and you can always sleep on those flights. We’ll pack your ear plugs.
Astrid: Now that everything is hashed out… can we talk more the naked ball of flesh?
Samson: How about you two go on up and I’ll be up shortly?
Catriona: Awe come on… it’s more fun when there’s three.
Astrid: Oh don’t bug him. He’ll come up once the Cuban is done.
Astrid removes her feet from the water and stands up as Catriona launches out of the pool and starts to run up towards the house in full naked glory.
Astrid: Promise we won’t get started without you.
Samson: It’s alright if you do. Just don’t finish without me.
He cracks a half hearted smile her way. She leans down and gives him a kiss on the forehead.
Astrid: Deal…
She starts to head back towards the house, looking back at him once before entering the home. Once he sees that she has truly gone in the house, Joshua reaches for his cellphone that was not too far away. Bringing it to life, he then rapidly taps away on the virtual keyboard with his two thumbs. Seemingly satisfied, he places the phone down, brings the cigar back to his mouth, and continues to gaze at the starry night.
Astrid Samson/Catriona MacKenzie
