Phil had first met Heather almost a year earlier. He had been asked to come over to the company headquarters to participate in the new sales rep orientation. The company was involved in a major push to hire more female reps. Most were bright, extremely cute, right out of college and totally clueless. Heather stood out in that gathering; she had gone on for an MBA and worked for another company for several years. While she had no outside sales experience she understood the products, having worked inside for a large manufacturer. She had maturity; she asked intelligent questions. She showed definite leadership potential and was respected by her peers which led to his second contact with the attractive young blond. Heather seemed very serious, worked hard in her sales territory and showed every indication of becoming a rising star. When it came time to choose which of the new hires would participate in the President's Advisory Council, management, the senior reps and her peers all agreed unanimously.
The President's Advisory Council met quarterly or semi-annually to discuss new trends and customer issues. The last day involved several hours of dialogue with the President and his senior management team. Heather had appointed herself extremely well and had caught the eye of management; if she continued on track she would have an excellent future within the company.
At the six month mark the new hires came back to HQ for a refresher course. Several of the young college hires had already quit or been terminated. Heather again appeared to be head and shoulders above her contemporaries. Her mock sales presentations were exceptional; she took the time to help those who were struggling. She and Phil became, "business friends".
At the time, Phil was going through a nasty divorce; all of the negotiating had been completed shortly after the sales training refresher. The decree was filed, the property had pretty much been divvied up and he and his soon to be ex were not even living in the same town. All that remained was for a judge to bless the final degree, an event which would take a few minutes and one which he was not even required to attend. Due to the busy court docket, that final step would not occur for a few months.
Since the divorce was all but a done deal and his ex had already invited the first of what would become her next three husbands to move in with her, Phil had no qualms about seeing other women. As cute as the new college hires were, Phil had an iron clad rule when it came to messing around within the company, particularly with young females less than year off the college campus. Nor would he even think about fooling around in the non-exempt ranks; it just wasn't right in his book. In a moment of weakness he had engaged in one meeting tryst with one of the operations managers. They were roughly the same age, both recently divorced and good friends and remained so after spending a couple of nights together in the sack. They were both lonely and wrote it off as a comfort screw.
Heather had impressed him; she was bright, articulate and interesting. He had never acted inappropriate toward her...never made a pass or a suggestive comment. He had traveled up to Charlotte to spend a day traveling with her as part of the new rep evaluation protocol. He had been very pleased with her progress and had given her a glowing review. They had chatted easily during the day together in her car. He had had a single glass of wine with her at the end of the day prior to driving back to Atlanta. They had exchanged a business hug as he was departing.
It was during that hug and after as he made the four hour drive home that he first began to think about Heather as other than a bright young woman with a good future. They were friends; they seemed to like and respect each other. He was a few years older than she was but not unrealistically so. She was a very attractive young woman. She kept her well appointed young body well hidden under demure business attire. Until that hug he had not realized how well appointed. He had to admit that he was attracted to her. He was absolutely sure he wanted to fuck her. It was with that lascivious thought at the forefront that he engaged Steve, the resident hunk in the organization.
"So Steve, what's the story on Heather? I mean, she's certainly one of the two or three most attractive women at this meeting...she's single, isn't she?" Phil knew the answer to that question; he also knew that Steve, a tall, well built and extremely handsome former college quarterback pretty much had had his way with Heather and most of the other attractive young women in the company.
Phil had expected Steve to give him a run down of her background or "story". Heather had shared little of her background with Phil in their previous meetings, keeping the conversation strictly on business and the here and now. Instead he received a startlingly candid evaluation of her physical attributes and sexual proclivities.
"She's got an astounding little body which she tends to hide in work clothes...perfect little tits and an ass to die for. She doesn't talk much in the sack but fucks with a sense of urgency. She's quite possibly the best little cock sucker in the company---and I should know I've had every decent looking woman in this outfit. She likes cock...likes it anywhere and anytime but she's very discreet. She's looking for something meaningful---aren't they all---so I broke it off pretty quickly, much to my---and her---regret. She's not into pain, per se, but likes it a little rough and hard...likes to be treated like a slut...dominated...I tried to do her in the ass a couple of times...I'm sure it wasn't exactly comfortable and don't think she got off on it. Look, Phil, Heather may act like a slut in the sack, which makes her my perfect woman but she's really a pretty neat girl...she's just got some issues...some sadness...loneliness. If I was interested in anything serious...well, she'd be at the top of the list. She asked me about you so I know she's interested...wanted to know about your divorce and your ex. I told her your divorce was final. She doesn't fuck married guys or senior execs. Since you are neither she'd certainly fuck you."
"Ah, thanks, Steve. That was a lot more thorough than I expected but much appreciated."
Steve was cocky, even arrogant when it came to women but his stunning good looks made him easily the number one heartthrob in the company...success breeds confidence. Phil, on the other hand, while a handsome guy in his own right had not been part of the pickup scene in many years and knew that his approach was painfully tentative.
"Go for it tiger!" Steve exclaimed, moving off to work his magic on one of the newer members of the team, an attractive, pouting brunette with a delicious little butt and killer legs.
Phil scoped out the room; this was the first day post meeting cocktail hour and people were gathered in small groups chatting. Heather was talking to their respective boss, a good guy and a good boss who always drank too much at these meetings. Phil knew that Bud had a weakness for tight little athletic brunettes but at these meetings would move on anything not tied down. Heather was a dark hued blond with a truly pretty, if sad face. When she smiled, which was infrequent, she was quite stunning. He knew that she had never been married but suspected that someone had recently broken her heart.
Following a messy divorce, he was pretty sure he wasn't looking for anything long term...just a little comfort and a nice fuck. He liked her...respected her...enjoyed their time together. In spite of her seriousness there was an underlying sweetness which he found irresistible. She worked a couple of hundred miles away from where he did so that shouldn't be a problem. Several of the attractive young women who worked out of the same office he did had hit on him; that could get entangling and inconvenient.
Phil was glad he paid the extra $100 a night out of his own pocket for a private room; he and his boss were good friends and often roomed together as they had been scheduled to do so at this meeting. Now they both had a private room; since Phil had done his boss a favor, he knew Bud would find a way to make it up to him. Phil moved over to where Heather and Bud were chatting; Phil knew that the true object of Bud's affection was the little Asian girl, Connie, and he had been banging her for some time...married with two kids.
Phil knew well enough not to judge other men's taste in women. Most of his friends thought his ex was a dream and couldn't understand why they had parted. Hell, they hadn't had to live with her all of those years. Bud's wife of twenty plus years, Rebecca, was a stunning blond and one of the sweetest, nicest, most interesting women Phil had ever met...the kind you fall in love with. Just as with his former wife, Phil assumed that there must be something there that didn't work to explain Bud's frequent philandering and his tendency to fall in love with women other than his bride.
"Hey Phil, how's it hanging?" Bud said with his usual exuberance already heightened by his third Dewars and rocks. "You know Heather, don't you? Well of course you do!"
"Sure! Nice to see you again, Heather." Phil wished he had some seductive opening line as he was sure both Bud and Steve did, but he had never developed one.
"Nice to see you Phil; I really enjoyed your presentation on customer requirements." Heather replied, with that hint of a smile which made her, well, it made her adorable.
"Have fun kids, I need to make the rounds and kiss some ass before I get too fucked up." Bud said, moving off to do exactly that...and sniff a little Asian butt at his earliest opportunity.
Phil broke what might have become an awkward silence with the first thing that came into his head. "So, Heather, almost exactly one year ago you were just being introduced. How are things going after a year in this pressure cooker?" God that was lame, Phil thought to himself.
