Business trips are usually pretty boring affairs. You meet with some clients or vendors, grab a meal, have some drinks and maybe watch a little porn on the company dime in the hotel. Conferences aren't much different except there are a lot more people and much more boring meetings all day. The conference I was at this time was in Las Vegas which was better. At least I could break away and hit the casinos when there was some down time. But there was still a certain amount of networking that had to be done. You could get a most of your sales leads for the entire year if you played your cards right.
In one of the hotel ballrooms, they were hosting one such happy hour/schmoozing event. I was really not into it, so I decided that my time would be better spent trying to pick up the project manager of one of the companies with which we worked, Julie. She was blonde and short but was trying to make up for it by wearing super high heels. It made her calfs look fantastic. She was laughing at all my stupid jokes and kept leaning in and touching my arm. She kept great eye contact so I figure this was going to be a done deal after a couple of more drinks and some more flirting.
However, my boss, Sharon, decided to make this trip with me. She was late 30s, tall, not bad looking at all, but she was all business all the time. She was a ball breaker to say the least. Generally people avoided her in the office and small talk wasn't generally on the menu. She saw me talking to Julie and invited herself into the conversation. Julie and I had all but quit talking about work but Sharon kept trying to steer the conversation back that way. I could tell she had a few drinks under her belt. She wasn't fall down drunk but she was slurring her works a little bit and was not as steady on her feet. After another drink, Julie clearly had enough. She excused herself and left. So much for that. I looked over at Sharon and shook my head.
"What?" she said. "I was trying to be helpful." She was smiling, kind of. More of a drunk smirk than a smile really.
"You are coming with me", I said. The drinks were free so we didn't have to worry about paying any bill. I grabbed her by her arm just above the elbow and was pushing her out of the ballroom to the elevators. She was having trouble keeping up. She had on a tight grey skirt that stopped just above the knees and didn't allow for very large steps. Plus she had on heels. I was undaunted though and kept her going towards the elevator. We got to the elevator and I pushed the button.
"What is your room number?" I asked.
"2205."
The doors opened and I pushed the button for floor twenty-two.
"I don't know why you are taking me back to my room," she slurred. "I'm fine. I thought we were making good progress with that account"
I didn't say anything. The door opened on her floor and I began moving her down the hall. We got to the front of her door.
"Open it," I said. She complied and stuck her key card in the reader. The door unlocked and I pushed her through the door. She stumbled a little but caught herself on the corner of the bed. It was a standard hotel room with two queen beds, a large screen tv on the right sitting on top of a dresser and a bathroom to the left just as you entered the room. Just past the dresser was a small desk for working. After she caught her balance she looked back at me. I had gotten more and more angry as we made our way up to her room. She ruined my shot with Julie, but more important, she was an insufferable bitch to work for and I was getting sick of it.
"I don't give a shit about that account. I was trying to get laid. I had it under control before you came over and fucked it up for me. Now, you are going to make that up to me." She looked completely shocked. I don't think many people talked to her that way. "Take your clothes off. Now!" I was really boiling over at this point and she wasn't moving fast enough. I walked over to where she was, grabbed her blouse by the collar and ripped the buttons off her shirt. I tore the rest of shirt down from behind her and yanked her bra up over her head without removing the clasps. She had a nice pair of breasts not that you would know from the conservative business wear that she usually wore. I turned her around and unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the floor. No panties. But she was wearing a garter and stockings which I left her in.