* At the time of writing, I'm currently divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I can't quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don't judge me. I'd love to receive comments from my readers too but please try to keep it nice..... *
The Blowjob Chronicles Ch 02
I've used the analogy or learning to ride a bicycle before - once you've done it and you like it, it becomes easier and more fun the more you do it. That was the same with Blowjobs for me. I knew men liked it and more importantly, I liked it.
I used to work part time as a promotional girl at exhibitions and conventions, what is commonly known as a booth babe or brand ambassadors. Sometimes, these conventions would happen out of town and when that was the case, accommodation was provided as well as a stipend for meals. The accommodation was usually at some hostel or dormitory so the living arrangements weren't exactly luxurious. Still, it was easy work and good money.
I was hired for one of these conventions for Agricultural Equipment, held outside the city. Like most events, I wouldn't know which company I would be attached to until the day before the actual convention started where we would help with the setup at each booth.
All of us booth girls were shuttled to the event hall after lunch and I waited patiently at my assigned booth as people started to roll in and start setting up. Most of the staff ignored me as I stood around. That was when a tall, dapper looking, man walked in wearing beige slacks and a light blue button down shirt.
"Bonjour." He said in a strong French accent. "You are our hostess? Representative?"
"Err yes, yes." I replied. "Brand Ambassador."
"Oui, oui..." He laughed. "I am Michel Beaumont, you are Eeerina?" He said again as he glanced at my chest to read my name tag.
"Erina, like Erin with an A." I corrected him as I offered a handshake. I loved his accent and more so how he said his name like Mee-Shell Bow-Mon.
"Ah yes, pardon." He smiled "Enchante." Raising my hand to his face and kissing it lightly. "A lovely name. Erina." He beamed at me, still holding my hand. "But now, I do work, yes?" He released my hand and looked around at his staff.
"Is.. is there anything I can do?" I asked, feeling myself slightly flushed with his charm.
"Ah Yes, perhaps." He smiled again, then after a short pause he continued. "You can arrange these pamplets on the table, yes?"
I busied myself opening packets of pamphlets and arranging them on the table, a task I finished fairly quickly. I looked over at Michel. He was around 50 years old, tall, almost 6 feet with grey streaks in his thick, black hair. His features were chiseled with slight wrinkles and laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. His distinguishing feature was a fairly large handle bar moustache that also had streaks of grey in them. I wouldn't call him good looking by any stretch of the imagination but there was just something about him. His absolutely charming personality was certainly a plus.
I hung around, doing a little odd jobs here and there when asked as well as just standing by and taking in the hustle and bustle of the other companies setting up when Michel came over once again. "We go for early dinner now?" He asked. "I will brief you on the company, so you are prepared for tomorrow."
I just nodded, rather taken aback at his offer of dinner. Most of the other companies I had worked for usually just treated us as minions and very few actually briefed us on the company, using us as eye candy instead.
During dinner, he briefed me on the company. They were a large French corporation dealing in the manufacture and distribution of agricultural equipment like tractors, harvesters and other stuff. Michel was the Technical Manager for his company, and he was the head, or team lead, of his company at the exhibition. He told me enough to be able to answer basic questions but also emphasized that I should redirect any serious queries to his staff.
"Now enough about work." He smiled. "Tell me about you. How old are you?"
"18.. I turn 19 in a few months."
"Ahh.. the joy of youth." He said. "I wish I was that young again. Or perhaps not."
"How old are you?" I asked now.
"52." He said softly, keeping his eyes on mine. "Not so old but certainly not young anymore. And you have a boyfriend?"
"Umm.. no.. no." I replied. "Not really."
"Ahh... many boyfriends then!" He laughed. "Is to be expected with someone as beautiful as you."
"I'm really not seeing anyone " I laughed, shaking my head no, even as I felt a quiver in my stomach at his sweet words.
Conversation flowed easily and I found myself very relaxed around Michel. We talked about a lot of things, his work, sports, books that he had read, stories about France and just about everything. It was very pleasant, in fact more than pleasant for me.
"Ahh.. we have been here a long time. They will soon chase us out!" He laughed. "And are you staying nearby here? Nice hotel?"
"Not too far, It's not a hotel." I said. "More like a hostel. Four girls to a room, shared toilet."
