I've always hated these annual corporate retreats. This one is no different. I take a sip of my whiskey as Rob, one of our sales people drones on about the great year he's had. I can't help but scan the room for a more interesting face. My eyes stop on Kel. Every year she does a great job planning the event, but even she knows the team-building exercises are bullshit. She catches me staring at her and gives me quick smile and finger wave before subtly rolling her eyes back into her head. She can always make me chuckle and she looks just as bored as I am, drink in hand, with the other arm crossed over her small waist almost cradling her ample tits. I take one last swig of my drink then shake my glass so Rob can hear the ice rattle. "I'm dry," I tell him before excusing myself.
It's only day one of four and I'm going to need more liquor to get through the mind-numbing small talk. I ask the bartender for another, just as Kel sidles up to me. "God, I want to put a bullet in my brain," she mumbles, signaling to the bartender that she's ready for another drink.
"Cheers to that," I say clinking my glass to hers while taking a long, deep breath of her sweet perfume.
"So, you have your eye on anyone yet?" she asks, her deep blue eyes studying my face.
Each year we have a sort of competition to see who can hookup with someone first. And with employees flying in from around the country, there's plenty to choose from.
"Nah, not yet. What about you?"
"Maybe," she says with a sly grin.
"Oh really?" Finally a conversation that won't bore me to death. And I'm not gonna lie, I've often thought about what it would be like to jump into bed with her, so imagining her with someone else will just be fodder for when I'm alone in my room tonight.
"Mmm hmmm," she moans, taking a sip through the cocktail straw that looks miniature up against her red, plump lips.
"Well, come on, tell me."
"I don't think I should," she laughs. "I want to play this out, see what happens first."
"So you don't want me to be your wingman?"
"No," she giggles, "not this time."
"Alright, well if you change your mind, I'm always here for you," I say slightly disappointed, wondering what's gotten in to her. She's always been an open book and very graphic when narrating her trysts.
"I know, and that's why I love you," she says squeezing my bicep.
I turn my back to the bar and look through the crowd; no one in particular catches my attention. But it's only the opening reception and I'm guessing at least half of the attendees haven't arrived yet. I check my watch and it's coming up on nine-thirty. Open bar closes at ten, though some of the heavy drinkers will linger well into the night.
"Hey, Kelly," Sandra from accounting approaches. She's a nice enough lady, probably in her mid-fifties, overly optimistic about everything and one the few that actually takes this retreat seriously. For most, it's just a mini vacay at a five-star resort--a chance to get away from spouses and kids. Sandra's blabbing about how great the hotel is and how Kelly is so good at her job. I can't argue with that. She's been the Events Director for five years and she really pushes the envelop when planning this retreat. I know she fights for a bigger budget every year and she usually gets what she wants, with her bold personality and sales pitch talent. It doesn't hurt that she's a total smoke show either. I'd bang her till my dick fell off if she ever showed any romantic interest in me. Instead, she jokes about my nerdy personality.
I finish my drink just as Sandra says bye and walks away.
"Well," Kel says, checking her watch, "this is almost over and I need to go check to see if everything is set up for tomorrow's breakfast. Wanna come with?" she asks. "You look bored."
I set my empty glass on the bar. "I'm a little tired. I think I'm just gonna go up to my room." I'm not really that tired, but I do want to check out the selection of porn and think about Kelly fucking some rando.
"Oh c'mon," she nudges me with her elbow. "I don't want to go alone."
"Fine," I sigh. Who am I kidding? I can never say no to her.
She grabs me by the wrist and leads me through the dwindling crowd to the elevators.
"Where are we going anyway?" I ask once we're inside the elevator.
"Rooftop."
"Really? How'd you manage that?"
