There were always new textbooks to sell. By having the sales-droids from all the vermin in one place, faculty with a complimentary adult beverage in hand can easily and quickly compare features of each shiny new book on the market. (I bet my mention of "textbooks" and "beverage" in the same sentence explains something you have always wondered about.) This is another way of saying each textbook firms does not have to lug tons of books every school in the area, instead they lug the books to one neutral spot, offer booze, and the teachers come to them.
You may be aware that competitors don't usually like to congregate for easy comparison, they usually want to confuse you with selective facts. But textbooks are not like clothing or autos. The thing was, the objective is to sell their pricey NEW textbooks, so their primary competition isn't another textbook company but rather their own OLD textbooks which the faculty knew and liked and would never change if they had a choice. (Okay, some books like Tax have to change every year. But those are a tiny minority. Auditing systems, Marketing, Econ, Stats, HR - the basic knowledge here does not change. Yet they sell expensive new books anyway, which is why I call them vermin.)
The key here is that used textbooks do not generate revenue for textbook companies. So they really had to show faculty, one-on-one over donuts or lunch or drinks, why the 12th edition ($600) was better than that ancient 11th edition ($25) the college used for the last 3 years and was suddenly unacceptable. They did that by politely comparing their new book to the other new textbooks in the next booth. Drinks and attractive sales-droids made the new books look better.
The textbook vermin picked up the tab for the meeting rooms, the programs, and one meal a day for the herd of faculty. For business conventions they brought mostly sales-droids in short skirts to the convention because they knew what worked. Handsome, motivated young sales-guys are actually at a disadvantage selling books to middle-aged male faculty.
The second reason folks come to a convention was recruiting, it was a central location where resumes could be circulated and first interviews could be conducted, saving valuable time and money on both sides of the transaction.
The third reason was scholarly work, which was presented at the convention. In theory it is faculty teaching their peers new and exciting things to carry back to the students, and it could be the only real value, to society, in the convention. The collected presentations were published in the Proceedings, which was the second rung up of the publication ladder. (The first rung is the "Working Paper.") These presentations were often the key to reimbursement; schools paid the travel, room and meal costs for anybody who was listed "on the program" from the school making a presentation, because of the prestige it brought to the school.
The fourth reason was to socialize with faculty from other schools, perhaps other alums from the PhD business school you attended. Conventions provide plenty of access to captive eating and drinking establishments where faculty teaching at different schools in different departments could meet their friends to relax on their school's expense account to trade gossip. This sounds like an opportunity for assignations, but really, unless you bring your own female or have a same-time-next-year arrangement, the opportunities for naked fun at a business convention are slim to none - unless you write textbooks. Established writers attract the highest class of perfumed, well endowed vermin. They are called "handlers."
By having a female co-author... well, I don't have to belabor the obvious. I am a smart guy and many other convention attendees envied me.
At the convention every business college within driving distance sends somebody to collect resumes and textbooks while "showing the flag" for their school. Academic attendees, 95% of whom were male, trade rumors over drinks with close friends once a year. Department Chairmen who made an appearance spent most of their time trying to figure out who they could steal from another school, and who to avoid like the plague. Faculty went to advertise themselves as somebody who could be stolen, if the price was right.
Having Nancy listed as the presenter for our joint paper greatly increased her value to the school. This counted as a big deal for faculty merit, which was how faculty got raises. (At my school, going to one or more conventions in a year was considered 1 merit point. Presenting a paper counted as more merit points for each listed co-author, and one could present a given paper "to improve it" as many times as it was accepted and you cared to endure the indignities of travel, hotel meals, etc. If you were a glutton for hospitality industry meals and very lucky you could present at 5 conventions in a week. But nobody who deserves a PhD is that stupid.)
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Chapter 2. Health Drinks
Nancy was scheduled to present our joint work at 3:30 Tuesday, in the first session scheduled, in the main room of the convention. Some organizing committee thought she would draw the biggest crowd of the week - relative to the other thrilling papers accepted, so they gave her the prize lead-off slot in the first group of three papers. Each presenter got a half hour. That was important, if one of the first two - who were professional talkers after all - ran long the third presenter got screwed because nobody stayed a minute longer than the scheduled 5:00 ending. It was like a rule. In fact, a lot of folks left early.
It was Nancy's "first" in several ways so she was super excited and extra nervous at the same time. She would be the youngest and (it goes without saying) most attractive presenter of the week. If there was space I might join her on the podium so I could be recognized, nod my approval, and humiliate anybody who dared to flummox her with a hostile question.
The resort hotel for the convention was either picturesque or damn isolated, required a 3 to 6 hour drive for all attendees, unless you had a small private plane with skis. Most attendees starting driving very early Tuesday morning so they could get their for the free lunch-with-speeches pre-start. If you got there early enough you could hustle a liquid lunch from some textbook female sales-droids.
However, as the dreary economists often remind us, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
Rather than risk anything going wrong with the long drive Tuesday morning, Nancy and I drove up Monday afternoon in the Hummer H1, which was designed to keep up with tanks on a battlefield even in desert storms. To save expenses and paperwork we professionals agreed to share a room. Doesn't everybody?
All the rooms in the convention hotel had 2 king-sized beds, that is one of the draws. For normal weekends the resort had 2 advertising brochures. One said it was great for a family getaway with young children to enjoy the indoor waterpark and snow-covered cross-country ski trails for healthy fun the whole family could enjoy. The second brochure pictured two attractive young couples in sleepwear and stressed how it was as a fun place where friendly couples could be extra friendly with their friends (i.e. swingers) in a place where private fun was part of the package.
We planned to stay Monday and Tuesday night at the hotel, then return home Wednesday, so we could tickle each other's good parts in my bed for breakfast, lunch and dinner during the couple of days before classes started.
I don't know why, but it seems every woman I have known finds sex in a hotel room to be special. A hotel room was actually where I first met Nancy, when she dropped off some documents at a convention just a year ago. That led to a delightful night cuddling naked together, although I had to endure meeting the Ober-Chair during the day. The next morning, as a 'thank-you' for my understanding and hospitality, Nancy insisted on sucking the cum out of my balls and swallowing with a smile.
After the drive up Monday we enjoyed a light supper where the university paid for a few Cosmos that were listed on the bill as "health drinks." (I was sure the cranberry juice is healthy for you.) That got Nancy's mood adjusted before we hit the bed. Nancy saw no reason to mess up the covers on both of the beds. We sharing one bed, starting in the sort of heads-to-tales arrangement Nancy loves, it was more fun after Cosmos. Nancy does love her BJs after her Cosmos.
The Cosmos at the hotel were not the best, but we were not going to get dressed to go out looking for something better. Monday, still wet from the shower and happy from the drinks at the hotel bar, Nancy spent over 40 minutes working me up then backing off, making it something of an endurance contest for me - to see how long she could hold off tasting my creme. For her it was just plain fun to tease me almost to climax, then back off without finishing the job. Finally she accepted her abundant creamy treat from me, showed it to me in her mouth, and swallowed it down with a big smile. My knees were weak at the end, good thing I was in bed.
After my fun she wanted to cuddle and fall asleep in my arms. She really did not have the energy for me to reciprocate. It was a very early bedtime, well before her normal bedtime, but I was not going to argue with her thoughtful plan.
A few hours later there was a change in plans. Nancy woke up with a special thirst, and she knew the bar was still open. We put on minimal clothing and strolled down to the bar for a nightcap. We each had a Cosmo or two in the bar and then brought "one for the road" back to our room. Then we each opened a few buttons on the other and we were naked. I sat on the bed, she sat on my cock, and we had fun making out while she finishing both our drinks. When the cocktail glasses were empty we might have tried them on her tits, she was thinking about a naughty costume for the Mardi Gras party the tennis team alums were organizing. After the fitting I had to lick her tits clean because somebody had to and she couldn't.
When I was done licking we again crawled into a 69 position where we had a great time making each other smile. She was a little bit adventurous as she worked on getting that second load out of me, it took long enough that my tongue made her extremely happy three times. Then we fell asleep together in mid-genital-kiss.
