It had been a long two weeks on the road, and Steve was tired...tired and ready to go home to relax a little. Only a couple of days left at the technology convention in Las Vegas. He was only there because he was the top sales executive in the company, and there was no one else that the president felt could do the job; at least not as well as he could. The company's sales had been sliding some, and the CEO, Mr. Rothenberg, was hoping to get a boost by having a display booth at the convention. So far, the plan seemed to be working out. UniTech put out quite a bit of money for a display that spanned an area that would have normally been taken up by two booths. It was an imposing setup with bold, dark colors, designed to suggest that UniTech would lead the technology world into the next generation. Mr. Rothenberg was convinced that Steve would be the one to pull it off and bring the company out of its slump. It didn't hurt that Steve had the gift of gab, and could sell just about anything.
The convention was winding down for the night, and Steve was starting to clean up the display, putting everything away for the evening. There were a few more people passing by, some to browse, and others to chat. Steve noticed that across the aisle at the end of the row, there was a booth belonging to one of their competitors, Tech-Diamond. They had a plot about the same size, with a similar setup, but then again, they were both technology companies. The main difference that caught Steve's eye was the stunning blonde woman working the booth. He didn't give her much thought. She was very beautiful but Tech-Diamond was a competitor, and therefore, the enemy.
After getting the booth cleaned up and put away for the evening, Steve decided to stop by one of the bars in the hotel to get a drink. He was staying at Caesar's Palace, and had the perfect place in mind. It was a bar near the shops... He couldn't remember the name, but he knew where it was. It was a quiet place where he could sit at the bar, enjoy a scotch on the rocks, and not be bothered. Tonight, he would probably have more than one.
He walked in and went straight to the bar. "Let me have a scotch on the rocks, and please make it a double." He had been in there nearly every night since the convention started nearly a week ago. He sat at the bar, sipping his scotch, swirling the glass from time to time, allowing the scotch to breathe, and going over the week's events in his head. He was preoccupied to the point that he hadn't noticed the beautiful blonde that walked in the door and sat down at the end of the bar. Suddenly, he had the odd felling that he was being watched, stared at. At first, he ignored the felling, but it got stronger; maybe it was just the scotch. He looked around the bar, trying to explain the strange sensation. There were only a few people in the bar; a couple near the door, another in the back, and a businessman that looked to be in his sixties at the opposite end of the bar. Then his eyes found her. By far, the most beautiful woman in the bar, and she was staring at him. He smiled at her, raised his glass as if to say hello, and went back to his drink and trying to come up with a strategy for the next day at the convention.
He pretended not to notice the woman as she got up from her seat and moved down the row of empty chairs, sitting down a seat away from him. "You're from UniTech, right?" The tone of her voice told him it was more of a statement than a question. "I saw you earlier in the week. Our booths are down the aisle from each other."
"I know, I noticed you as well. Steve, nice to meet you."
"Jaime. How's business at UniTech?"
"Not too bad, how about Tech-Diamond?"
"Oh, OK I guess. It could be better."
Steve didn't care much for small talk and, right now, he had to remember that in spite of how gorgeous Jamie was, she still worked for the competition.
"I really hate these conventions," Jamie continued, "I think the only reason they send me is because I'm a woman and they think they can push me around." Steve chuckled a little. "It's kind of degrading, really."
"Why do you say that?" Steve asked. "I'm sure Tech-Diamond sent you because you are a very capable salesperson."
"What does that mean?" Jamie asked. "I sensed a little sarcasm there!"
"I just meant that you are a very beautiful woman, and I'm sure you're very smart, but if I were in charge of Tech-Diamond, I would send you to every show or convention because you're hot; you attract attention."
"That's a terrible thing to say... I mean, thank you for the compliment, but I hope they sent me because I know our products, not because I 'attract attention'."
"All I am saying is, if you worked for me, I'd send you to these things because our industry is made up primarily of men...men would rather talk to a good looking woman about products and services than another man. That's all."
They continued to talk for a while longer, taking turns buying the drinks. Steve learned that Jamie was single, and her job was her life. Other than their work, they didn't have much in common. They continued talking for several more hours, comparing the differences between their companies, and sharing a few laughs. It was nearly eleven o'clock when Jamie decided it was time for her to retire to her room. Steve agreed. They were both staying in the same tower at the Palace, Steve on the tenth floor, Jamie on the twelfth. "We can share a ride in the elevator; God knows I've had a little too much to drink to try to drive the elevator!" Jamie laughed, and pushed the elevator button.
The elevator doors opened, and they walked in, each pushing the button for their respective floor. They stood there in elevator car in an awkward silence, the door taking its sweet time to close, the tension between them building. As soon as the doors shut, Jamie turned to Steve and began kissing him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve kissed her back, reaching down and grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing tight and pulling her close to him, making sure she could feel his swelling cock, pulsating as it tried to escape from his pants. The elevator bell rang at the tenth floor. The door opened, they both ignored it. They stood there locked in their embrace, kissing each other, groping each other, exploring each other's mouth with teasing and playing tongues. The elevator bell rang at the twelfth floor and once again, the door opened and, just as it began to close, Jamie turned reaching an arm in front of the closing door, stopping its movement. They stumbled down the hallway together, still kissing and groping; feeling each other for the first time. They were outside Jamie's room, her back against the wall, still kissing and caressing each other through their clothes.
Jamie started to loosen Steve's tie as he pulled off his suit coat. As he fumbed with the sleeves, Jamie hunted furiously for the room key. She found just as Steve began to unbutton her blouse. They crashed through the door, Jamie pulling them toward the bed, clothes falling randomly on the floor as they passed through the short hallway. Jamie started to take off Steve's belt and unbutton his pants. Still kissing, Steve pulled Jamie's blouse down over her shoulders and, reached between the most perfect pair of C cup tits he had ever seen, he unclasped her bra. Cupping them in his hands and brushing the hard nipples gently with his thumbs. His pants dropped to the floor. Still kissing, Jamie reached down and rubbed Steve's throbbing cock with her hand. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, took off her blouse and bra, and tossed them at him.
Jamie smiled and shook her head. "I'm not sure what I'm doing."
"What do you mean? I mean, I can leave if you want me too."
"No, I don't want you to go."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to fuck. My pussy is aching to be fucked, but I'm not sure if I should do this."
Steve stood up. "Then I'll go. I don't want you to do something that you'll regret in the morning."
He was standing in front of her, nothing on but his boxers, her in nothing but a thong. There was silence. He wanted Jamie to change her mind, but what he meant what he said; he didn't want her to regret it. They stood there, the silence getting louder until Steve broke in, "I'll go." He bent down and started collecting his clothes. Jamie bent down with him, cupped her hands on his face, pulled him back up, and kissed him softly on the lips.
