Joe assumed there was no way anything would happen that night. He was traveling alone and had no plans. He decided to head to dinner. He had no idea that his fortunes were looking up.
Joe headed to a local Italian restaurant he enjoyed about 15 miles from his hotel. He took a book and sat down to his meal oblivious to his surroundings except when the cute waitress checked on him. He knew her from prior trips, she was recently married and too far out of Joe's league for any serious consideration.
Just as Joe was leaving, he heard someone calling from the bar, did he forget something? When he looked over, he recognized one of the woman from the local office waiving. Joe walked over to say hello to Bridget before he headed back to his hotel.
"Here alone?" She asked.
"Yes, the hotel food didn't look so good and they know what I like here," Joe replied. "What about you?"
"No, I'm here with Jen and Molly, they're in the ladies room." Bridget responded. "Oh, here they come now!"
"What are you guys doing here?" Joe asked.
Bridget answered for the group. "It's the monthly outing of the BJC, look, we had cards made up."
"BJC?"
"Yea, back when Molly was still working with us, we formed the BJC. It all started when a new guy started in finance, he was fresh out of college, much younger than us. Anyway, he was popular with the younger guys and liked to brag. He called us the BJC and told his friends he was going to have sex with each one of us 'Accounting chicks'. One of them was Matt. Well, when Matt transferred over, he told us all about it. Eventually, we kinda shamed the guy enough he left," Bridget said.
"OK, OK," Joe continued, "but what is BJC?"
Bridget looked at her friends, they nodded. "BJC means the Big Jugs Club. But the guy from finance used to say it 'BJ Club', his 'clever' double entendre."