It was the biggest sale I had ever made. Imperial Motor Industries had agreed to use our companies equipment on three of their 2025 cars and two trucks. The deal was worth millions of dollars and I had closed the deal today. My commission alone was going to be astronomical!
The brass back at HQ were ecstatic and I got lots of "atta boys" from the bosses.
I had flown in with high hopes. I knew we had a good chance of landing the business, but I thought it would take a couple of days. I hated the airport hotels so I had booked a downtown hotel, close to Imperial's head office. It was an old school hotel, with the kind of character that airport venues didn't.
Needless to say I was in a celebratory mood but I had travelled here alone. Sitting in my room, drinking from the mini bar wasn't going to cut it. The bar downstairs had a few early birds. I sat at the bar and the bartender filled my order for a double Jamesons on the rocks.
"You look like the cat who ate the canary, you must be celebrating something."
"Biggest friggin' sale of my life!"
"Congrats, auto industry I take it?"
"In this town, what else could it be. Yeah, a big sale to Imperial."
"It's hard to celebrate alone. No wife, partner or assistant along for the trip?"
"Wife divorced me, no girlfriend and my assistant backed out of the trip with the flu. Although to be honest, I think it was more a case of her husband not wanting her alone with me flu. If you get my drift."
"Yeah, well if you need company I know all the regular "for hire" ladies that frequent this hotel. If you are interested, let me know and I'll help you choose."
"Thanks, I think I'll just enjoy this drink for now."
The Jamesons was my favourite tipple and had been for years. I was so pumped! This contract meant that at thirty years of age I could comfortably retire if I wanted to, it was that big a deal.
If Maddie, my ex was here, we would be celebrating in bed up in the room right now. She was a very sexy woman who loved her sex, a little too much since she fucked half the office where she worked. The divorce was inevitable. I still missed her.
Some feminine company would be welcome but I had never wanted to avail myself of professional girls.
"I hear that congratulations are in order!" The delightful feminine voice came from my left side. She took the stool beside me.
She was a pretty girl, I guessed her age at twenty-one or two. She looked familiar but I couldn't place her. She was dressed in professional office wear so I assumed she was an Imperial employee.
"Do you remember Calvin Winthrop? He and I were in your morning meeting at Imperial"
"Tall fellow with the long white beard? Not Z Z Top long but long enough."
"That's him. I'm his personal assistant. My name is Julie Moore. You're Archie Kent. He was very impressed with your presentation this morning. He is also impressed with your company. Believe me Calvin does his research."
"I do believe you because I assume he has you do his research."
"Bingo! I have been researching you and your company since your first proposal. Calvin was impressed and so was I."
"Thank you! I owe you a drink at the very least, what would you like?"
"Just a ginger ale is fine. I could be driving later."
"So what do you know about me? I am curious how much your research discovered."
"You have been with your company for ten years. You met the woman you married there. Unfortunately she was unable to 'forsake all others' which lead to your divorce. Since then you have remained celibate as near as I can tell. I also know that this contract will make you a lot of money in commission. Calvin has all this data on you. He was impressed enough to sign the deal."
"For which I'll be eternally grateful. So why has he sent you here to find me?"
"You are also a very bright boy. How do you know I didn't come here to help you celebrate?"
"You are drinking ginger ale, and are still wearing office attire which I interpret as your being 'on the clock'. Besides I am an average looking guy from nowhere. You wouldn't cross the road to share a drink with me if your boss didn't ordain it. Am I right?"
"Mostly, except that I kinda like average guys from nowhere and I would gladly cross the street to share a drink with you."
"Good to know," I smiled at her and got a smile back.
"So what does Calvin want?"
"I need to be discreet, Calvin was quite taken with you personally, and I don't mean your presentation. He was impressed with you. He thought perhaps you might want to celebrate with him. Read into that what you will."
"Was there anything in your research that indicated that I would be interested in celebrating the sale with Calvin tonight?"
"No sir, not a shred."
"Then could you please tell him that I am flattered but I am not of that orientation. I would much prefer spending the evening celebrating with you Julie."
"I will text him right now. I will be back in a moment. Don't go anywhere."
I had no doubt that even if I left the country Julie would have the resources to find me anywhere. I hoped that my rejection wouldn't sour the deal for Calvin.
Julie came back and I couldn't help but notice the difference. When she left, her hair was in a ponytail and her blouse buttoned to the top. Now her hair was down and brushed, her blouse was unbuttoned to the third button, revealing a very lovely décolletage.
"Calvin is fine with that. He told me to celebrate signing the deal with you, if you're okay with it."
"More than okay, another ginger ale?"
"No, I'll have a Jamesons too."
"I thought you were driving?"
"Only if you had taken Calvin up on his invitation. Since you declined I won't need to drive tonight."
"So how will you get home?
"Who said anything about going home? You are a bright boy, you figure it out."
She then smiled at me and felt my cock twitch.
I raised my glass of Jamesons to hers and toasted.
"To a long and profitable relationship!"
"Business and personal," she added.
We left the bar stools and found a table in a quieter part of the bar. She told me about her university education and her research skills. Apparently she was a bit of a savant with an exceptional ability.
"I can read people's intentions."
"You read minds?"
"No, I can discern whether someone is being truthful, if they believe what they are saying. I can sense deception or obfuscation just as easily as you can tell the difference between red and blue. It is like a sixth sense. I didn't discover it till late in university.
"It's not that I don't love research, I find it a bit boring. Most research is, especially if someone is gifted in that field."
"At least you have recognized your skills, so many people don't ever find their giftedness."
"What about you Archie, have you found your giftedness?"
"I used to think it was my ability to satisfy my wife. Then again you probably know the story."
"Your wife was a nymphomaniac. Yes, officially diagnosed last year but she suffered for years. No single man could ever have satisfied her."
"I certainly tried. If you think she suffered with it you should have seen it from my perspective. I just couldn't get past her need to fuck damn near any man she met."
"Somehow nymphomania gets thought of as being a sexy and desirable thing. I can't imagine anything worse. Never being able to have enough, never having that satisfied feeling. It would drive you crazy."
"It drove my wife crazy and it drove me to divorce. I just couldn't live with it anymore."
"Thank goodness I don't have that problem. For me it's always one and done."
"What do you mean?"
"I have heard that some women are multi orgasmic. I have never experienced that. I have always been one and done."
"That is a shame. I thought most women could enjoy multiple orgasms. Then again my ex could never be satisfied."
"I like you Archie, I have seen a lot of sales people come through the office but you are different. I get the sense that you are genuine. I feel like I could trust you with anything. Would you like to dance with me? Then maybe we can have another drink up in your room."
We got to the dance floor and she was a wonderful dancer. She followed my lead with a very light step. She smelled divine and I was surprised to find myself becoming quite smitten with Julie.
"I hate to ask this, knowing that it could be misconstrued but, are you here with me at Calvin's request or are you here because you want to be?"
"Calvin sent me here to see in you were interested in him. I'm here because I am interested in you, and I hope you are interested in me."
"I am more than interested Julie, in the short time I've known you I have grown quite fond of you."
"Let's head upstairs," she whispered in my ear.
That sent chills down my spine.
When we got into the elevator she pressed the button for the 6th floor.
"How did you know...?"
