The Going Rate for Tech Support

"I'm just going to duck into this little nook I found yesterday and see if I can't figure it out." I heard the voice approaching, filling me with apprehension. It was day two of a five day tech conference in Las Vegas, and I was hiding out in a quiet alcove to recharge my introvert batteries and try to make some progress on my latest pet project. After mingling with the thousands of conference goers for the past day and a half, I just needed some solitude. I grumbled to myself at the prospect of an intruder in my hiding spot, which was really just a small table with a couple of chairs tucked into an unobtrusive corner. But there was a strong wifi signal, a convenient electrical outlet and most importantly, it was well out of the way of the main conference traffic.

"Yeah, usually when I get stuck I just flash a little cleavage at James from tech support and he helps me out," the voice said with a small laugh, growing closer. The speaker rounded the corner, phone to her ear, and stopped short at the sight of me sitting at the table she was obviously hoping to use. "Shit," she let out before catching herself. I looked up at her with an apologetic shrug. "Let me let you go, Jen."

We spent a moment assessing each other. Everything about her screamed 'Sales,' from her brash, slightly too loud voice to her focused, driven demeanor to her a-little-too-stylish-for-a-tech-conference attire. The next thing I noticed was that she was very attractive. I estimated her to be in her mid 30's, with medium length sandy blonde hair in a messy updo. She was not very tall, maybe 5'2", but her figure spoke of many hours of yoga, pilates or whatever was the exercise du jour. Her fitted blouse and slacks showed that figure off to good effect, and a glance at her ample bust told me that James from tech support was getting a fair bargain.

"Hi," she said after a moment and I wondered if she was letting me stare just a little. "Would you mind if I sit here?" She nodded to the empty spot across the table from me. I motioned an invitation to the open chair, trying to hide my annoyance. At least the scenery would be nice.

"Thanks, I need to update a proposal and I don't really have time to find another quiet spot." She set down her laptop and her coffee. "I've only got about 30 minutes to finish it up or I'll be late to my next meeting. What a crazy day!" I dropped my gaze back down to my laptop screen, hoping to just ignore her.. "Um..." she continued, bringing my attention back to her. "I don't suppose I could plug in?" My own laptop charger was taking up the only available outlet. I just shrugged again and unplugged it. "Thanks, I'm down to 10%," she offered in explanation. "I'm Nicki, by the way."

I shake her extended hand, "Marty."

"So you can speak," she replied with a grin. I choked back my instinct to make a snarky reply, reigned in my irritation and made a conscious decision to play nice. I never was a people person and after my divorce I'd become more and more withdrawn. While I wasn't rich, I managed to save up enough money that I felt comfortable leaving my corporate job and becoming an independent consultant. My existing contacts fed me a slow trickle of gigs, but my solitary nature combined with my freshly rekindled disdain for humanity meant that I wasn't looking for work very actively. I wasn't ready to start dating and my friend group had been small even before losing some to the ex. But I realized that becoming a hermit wasn't healthy, so I was taking steps to rejoin society. That's how I found myself here, just on the downhill side of 50, trying to relearn how to be social and maybe even pick up some work to occupy my days and pay the rent.

"Yeah, sorry." I replied. "This whole thing is a little overwhelming." I gestured broadly toward the throngs of people milling around nearby.

"Crowds aren't really your thing?" She offered and I shook my head. "And I crashed your party of one?" I just shrugged. "Sorry, I'll be quick." We turned our focus to our respective laptops, but that proved to be short-lived. "Fuck, I hate Excel." She just couldn't seem to stop herself from narrating her life.

"Where's James from tech support when you need him?" I chided.

"No kidding!" A moment passed and I suspect her words replayed in her mind. "Listening in on my conversations, are we?" she asked, with an easy smile and an obvious lack of embarrassment. I really noticed her smile for the first time. It wasn't a row of perfectly aligned, brilliantly white teeth from a toothpaste commercial. There was a small gap in front and a slight discoloration that hinted at an unchecked coffee addiction. But it was warm, genuine and wonderfully imperfect. She smiled with her whole being. The few lines on her face told me she smiled easily and often. I bet that smile could open doors and move mountains.

I realized that I was staring again, and tried to play it off with yet another shrug. "When an attractive lady talks about her cleavage, even us introverts take note." It felt a lot like flirting, which felt like a big step for me. Nicki may have been annoyingly talkative, but that made her easy company. She gave me a little smirk at the compliment, but otherwise let it pass.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed a moment later in obvious frustration. I felt her gaze upon me and looked up to find her eyeing me over her laptop screen. "I don't suppose you're any good with Excel?"

"A bit."

"And I don't suppose you'd be willing to help an attractive lady in need of tech support." Nicki stared me straight in the eye and made a show of opening another button on her blouse. "I can offer the going rate." An impressive amount of cleavage was now on display and the edge of her white bra peeked enticingly out from behind her cream colored blouse.

I eventually tore my eyes away from her chest to find Nicki smiling teasingly at me, one eyebrow raised. I returned her grin. "I could be convinced." Scooting my chair around to sit next to her, I noted that the view was even better from my new angle. She made no move to cover herself and I made no effort to hide my glances. Eventually, we got down to business, spending the next several minutes constructing formulas to parse her data and building various tables and graphs to represent it. I'm no expert in Excel, but the results were apparently acceptable. She breathed a sigh of relief, as she added the charts to her Power Point presentation.

"You seriously saved my ass, there." She said, closing her laptop and checking her watch. "I have to present this to the customer in less than an hour and they just asked me to address that new use case. I know just enough about technology to sell it, not to actually use it." She laughed, and then considered me for a moment. "Well Marty, it's been a pleasure. Sorry to intrude and thanks again. Maybe we'll bump into each other again." I handed her a business card and she looked at her watch again. "I've got to run."

Nicki stood and bent forward to gather her belongings, causing her blouse to fall away from her chest. I admit it: I looked. Hell, I stared! I'm no slack-jawed virgin, but this was a sight worth savoring. And then I was busted. "Take a good look, Marty," She teased as she looked up with a twinkle in her eye, daring me to deny it. But she lingered for a moment longer, bent at the waist offering me a glorious view of her bra-covered tits. "You earned it." All too quickly, she straightened with a chuckle and walked off.

"Eat your heart out, James from tech support."

*****

The next afternoon I was back at my favorite spot once again actively avoiding the rest of the world when I heard a familiar voice. "Yeah, Jen, it went great. They were putty in my hands." Nicki set a frothy, whipped cream topped coffee concoction next to my laptop and slid into the chair across from me. She gave me a wink and a toast of her own frappa-something-rather, with her phone pressed to her ear. She was wearing a dark gray pant suit and looked every bit as good as I remembered. I'll admit, I may have spent a fair bit of time in my hotel room last night remembering how good she looked.

"Speaking of putty in my hands... I met this guy yesterday." Nicki looked me straight in my eye as she said it, grinning like a shot fox. "He had that whole quiet and aloof thing going. You know how sexy I find that." Her smile took on a salacious bent as she continued. "Remember when I made that crack about flashing my cleavage to James? He overheard that. It definitely caught his attention." Her raised eyebrow left me wondering what her game was.

I didn't have to wonder for very long. A light sensation on my inner calf made me look down to find her stocking-clad foot running gently up and down my lower leg. I looked back to her face, which was alight with a wicked glow. "Yeah, he helped me with my presentation, which was really sweet, so I gave him his own little cleavage show in return." Her fingers slowly worked the buttons of her jacket open, allowing it to fall open and revealing the white fitted blouse underneath. "Oh, yeah. He was obviously annoyed that I interrupted him, but he couldn't stop staring at my boobs." Nicki laughed, which gave the aforementioned boobs a little shimmy. "Of course I'm bad, I wouldn't be me if I wasn't. Besides, you know how guys are about tits!"

This entire time, Nicki had been staring directly at me, leaving no question that she intended, even insisted, that I listen to the conversation. It gave me a voyeuristic thrill to hear her talk so candidly about herself and our meeting. Her foot made its way up from my calf to rest on the edge of my chair between my legs and her toes wiggled against my thigh. She mouthed something to me, but I was distracted by my hardening member.

"I was feeling a bit naughty, so I looked him right in the eye as I opened my blouse until he could see my bra." Meanwhile, she looked me right in the eye as she opened her blouse until I caught a glimpse of bright red lace beneath the stark white fabric. With a glance to either side, she opened one more button and began to idly drag a finger up and down the exposed valley of flesh.

"You know me, any chance to get the girls out." She opened yet another button and edged the flap of her blouse to the side, fully revealing one bra covered tit. I gawked like a schoolboy as she ran her finger gently over the lacy fabric. "You should have seen his face when I bent over in front of him and just let 'em dangle. I thought he would have a heart attack!" Her finger dragged the cup of her bra down and traced a lazy circle around the turgid nipple, before allowing the garment to slide back in place.

Nicki's back was toward the opening to the hallway, and I watched the steady flow of traffic over her shoulder. Tucked away as we were, it was unlikely that anyone would notice our elicit activities. She could pull her jacket closed with a moment's notice, and her foot was mostly hidden by the table. But the sight of people only a few yards away heightened my arousal immeasurably, making the whole encounter feel deliciously wicked.

"He's a little older, but pretty handsome in an unassuming kind of way. He's way too reserved to make a move on me though. If anything's going to happen, I'm going to have to be the aggressor." My breath caught at the first touch of silky nylon against my crotch. The sensation was exquisite and my erection sprang to its full length. "It's too bad, really. Who knows what I might have done if he had just asked me." She watched my reaction with a satisfied grin. My imagination was stirring to life, along with other parts of me and I was buzzing with excitement and curiosity. Her eyes were locked on me, capturing my every twitch, every small gasp. "Being on the road always makes me horny. To tell you the truth, Jen, I probably would have crawled under that table and sucked him off right there." Her foot glided back and forth along my dick with tantalizing slowness. I tried to press my hips forward and grind myself against it. But she backed away, keeping the pressure agonizingly light.

Nicki slid her hand down from her chest down to her lap, leaving her blouse dislodged and the soft purr of a zipper told me she had loosened her waistband. "Can you imagine that? Me on my knees with his dick in my mouth, with all of those people just a few steps away." My cock throbbed under her ministrations as the image played across my mind's eye. Her hand snaked down to her own crotch as her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I was so turned on, I fingered myself silly back in my room."

While her hand worked unseen below the table, Nicki ran her tongue over her glossy pink lips. Both the pressure and the tempo of her foot on my crotch increased and I gripped the edge of my chair until my knuckles turned white. "In fact, I'm touching myself right now just thinking about it." The voice on the phone cackles audibly. Nicki bit her lower lip and leaned her head back, breaking eye contact with me for the first time. A small gasp escaped her lips and the voice on the phone shrieks loud enough for me to make out "Oh my God, you little slut!" before dropping back to incomprehensible babble.

Nicki looked back to me, her face awash in lust. "Sorry, Jen. I must have gotten carried away." A drop of precum escaped the tip of my cock, only to be smeared into my briefs by her toe. Her eyes were wide with desire as she continued to stroke me with her foot through my trousers. My legs began to quiver and I felt a familiar tightness form in my balls. I knew that I wouldn't last much longer. She brought her hand above the table and showed me two glistening fingers before sucking them into her mouth and pulling them free with a small pop. The panic must have shown on my face because the motion below the table stopped. Nicki's foot rested gently against my straining member and I had to fight the urge to rut myself against it.

"I definitely need to find this guy again and fuck him into next week." More laughter and indistinct chatter from the other side of the conversation. "What do you mean what's gotten into me? Nothing... and no one! That's the problem. But I intend to fix that." Nicki nods along to the conversation. "Yeah, there are like thirty thousand people here. It won't be easy to find him, but twenty bucks says I make it happen."

Nicki's foot disappears from its perch as she sits up straight and begins to fix her blouse. "You'll just have to take my word for it. Unless he lets me take pictures." She laughs along with her friend's disembodied voice. "Okay, Jen. I've got to go. Love you and see you soon."

Nicki places her phone on the table and takes a sip of her coffee, licking a smear of whipped cream from her lip.

"So, Marty. Do you have any plans for the evening?"