--- Friday -- Afternoon ---
It was the midway point of the out-please-ment center and I had earned 2 points. That result wouldn't have sounded so bad if Miss Trophy hadn't earned 4 points in the same stretch. While I felt like pouting and sulking at her comfortable lead, I was also furious at myself for missing easy points. While I felt giddy about the double-knuckle ring on my middle finger and broad thumb ring that Ortega had gifted me for my hard-earned points, I was embarrassed by the fact that I had to entertain the two sales champions for pity points.
My boss didn't care about my conflicting feelings. Actually, he didn't seem interested in wasting any more time on his bimbo ass-istants in general. With the workshop over, he seemed more interested in networking and chatting with the company men.
"I gave each sales champion a ring, I have to say." Ortega informed me. "Only if they feel satisfied with your service, they're advised to give it to you."
"You have time until we leave to properly entertain the champions, I'm afraid." He told me. "You wear their rings then, you earn the points indeed."
With that, he was gone and I only had Shelly at my side who couldn't stop bragging about her victory and laughing in my face. Gawd! How much I despised this bitch! She even managed to diminish my anticipation of getting more flashy rings.
"Looks like someone's gotten sent to detention!" She taunted me, obviously confident in her success.
Jeez! The more she taunted me, the more I turned into Consultant-me who wanted to reprimand my subordinate. I so couldn't stay close to Blondie without getting into a bitchfight with her. That was why I quickly walked away and started my search for the sales champions. Small problem? They weren't that easy to find. I was running around the hotel in my quest to find them, first methodically like a rational business woman but increasingly panicky like a headless chick...en. Eventually, I bumped into Mr. Meticulous who informed me that Sharkboy and Mr. Weasel had gone to the wellness center.
Okay! Now, I knew where to find them. That was a start. Still, Consultant-me had regained its influence on me, so I wasn't comfortable hitting them up and entertaining them without pretense. I mean, that would kill every last ounce of credibility left, right? On the other hand, my professional attitude had done me no good so far whereas my bimbo act had just earned me a point. The pros and cons were swirling in my head. Umph!
No matter what, I felt like I needed some apparent reason to approach the dudes. For that reason, I made it up to my room to think about creative ideas. Being there didn't really help 'cause time continued ticking away and I felt the pressure rising. To distract myself, I started digging through my suitcase. Maybe, this would help and give me an idea.
Actually, it did when I found the leggings that I had worn to the train station. I could work with that. After all, the sales champions were in the wellness area right now. Putting the leggings on, I got more and more convinced that it could work. Why? Cause I had a crop top that perfectly fit the pants. Remember that pink zebra print outfit I had seen a couple days ago in the mall? Yeah, I hadn't been able to pass on it. However, so much had happened since then that I was still carrying the top in my handbag.
In combination, the leggings and crop top looked like a gym outfit... sorta. Enough to pass as a yoga instructor anyway. Truth be told, it looked more like stripper wear straight from a men's wet dream 'cause the black wetlook leggings were skintight and the crop top sported pink and black zebra print. To be honest, I had never intended to wear these clothes to the gym, but it was all I had to work with at the moment.
Of course, I kept on wearing the big golden triangle hoops and the two golden cuff bracelets. They didn't fit any kind of fitness training 'cause they were more like a hindrance than help, but they fit my character, right? Needless to say, I kept the rings on my fingers, too 'cause gifts.
The only problem left? I didn't have any sports shoes to go along with the gym outfit. Instead, I only had those 5" stiletto heels in glossy golden lacquer and the sky-high black overknee boots from the rooftop party. Both were way too impractical.
However, I was sharing a room with Shelly, wasn't I? In my desperation, I started rummaging through her suitcase. There, I found her dark pink wedge sandals with peep toe. With their 3" heel, they were still high but more practical than my shoes. Besides, the pink color perfectly matched my crop top.
Freshly dressed, I hurried out of my room and down into the basement where the wellness area was located. I wasn't hurrying, 'cause I was giddy about meeting the sales champions. No way! It was the fear of missing out on them that made me rush. On my way, I was turning my options over in my mind. It was mandatory for me to give the dudes a great show. However, the type of entertainment wasn't so clear-cut.
The wellness area basically consisted of three rooms. There was a locker room with changing cubicles and a fitness room with a bunch of gym equipment such as treadmills and stuff like that. Finally, there was a heated swimming pool with a sauna cabin. That was where I found Sharkboy and Mr. Weasel. Girls about to kill two birds with one stone. Yay!
No matter what, they weren't alone. There were two more dudes from the workshop who had been part of Shelly's group and endlessly debated every topic. The black-haired dude had been more argumentative whereas the Asian man had suggested new ideas. So for me, they were Mr. Anti and Mr. Pioneer.
Anyway, seeing those four sweaty dudes in the sauna, naked except for their white towels covering their laps, wasn't exactly a sight to be seen. I mean, the Asian dude seemed close to retirement age and was really small whereas the middle-aged Antihead was tall and slim. The 50ish Weasel was a real fatso. Only Sharkboy was young and handsome.
I so didn't want to step into the sauna cabin. Under normal circumstances, I already disliked the heat and sweat. Here and now, I disliked the company even more. However, Sharkboy had already noticed me so there was no walking away. That was why I stood outside the cabin and waved at the dudes through the glass door. I waved a bit, I waved some more, I waved excessively. They didn't move or come out, which made me feel really stupid.
Hello?!? There was a hot bimbo in pink and black yoga clothes vying for your attention! It totally annoyed me, 'cause it was proof that I had to act more bimboy to get their attention. A fact that Consultant-me totally disliked. Despite the recent success of my bimbo act, it took me a huge effort to overcome my aversion and step into the sauna.
"Hi guys! Great to see I'm not the only one using the fitness offers." I greeted them.
"Do we look like we're doing fitness in here??" Mr. Weasel instantly stymied me.
Oh wow! I had expected a more positive reception, what with me in that slutty yoga outfit. The dismissive response, however, proved the opposite. Apparently, looking hot and slutty wasn't enough to get these guys going. The bimbo act obviously was a big part of my appeal, no matter how much I disliked behaving that stupidly on purpose.
