It was getting late for a weeknight and the crowd at the hotel bar started to thin out a little bit. However, out of the corner of my eye, I could see three attractive ladies nearby. They were sitting at a high-top table and were not in a hurry to leave. It appeared that they were just out on the town having a nice conversation, which was punctuated by frequent laughter. They didn't seem to be over-served necessarily, but whatever they were drinking had definitely loosened them up.
One of these ladies, a pretty brunette, looked at me a time or two. She smiled when I caught her glance, but then she quickly rejoined her friends in conversation. I was trying to decide if she noticed anything out of the ordinary coming from our direction. All at once, the three of them looked over at us. The brunette was certainly close enough to have seen Lisa in action if she was paying attention, and it now appeared that indeed she was.
Meanwhile, Hank didn't seem to know what to do next. He stood at our table looking at Lisa expectantly, awaiting further instructions. Maybe he thought she was planning to reward him for his discretion right then and there.
"There is no charge for the water," Hank announced.
"Good," Lisa said. "That's very civilized."
More silence. I enjoyed the awkwardness of it all. Yet, I wondered if I should step in, because this was bound to get interesting if he didn't fumble.
"Hank," Lisa asked. "Are you working tomorrow night?"
"No," Hank replied. "I have class. I'm in the MBA program at Northwestern."
"Too bad," Lisa pouted.
"No, it's a top-rated school," he laughed.
Hank fully understood that Northwestern was not what she was referring to. Nevertheless, he seemed a little too timid to walk through the wide open door. I was surprised, since he seemed so confident just a short while ago. He had Lisa's underwear in his pocket – literally - and she was eyeing him coyly, waiting for the next move.
With nothing to lose on my end, I decided to help him close the deal. Since she was neither my wife nor my girlfriend, I was liberated. Free to go along for the ride without the normal feelings of jealousy or possessiveness that come with this territory.
"Hank, what time is your class finished? Maybe we could meet you afterwards for a drink," I suggested.
"That would be awesome," he said. "I am done around 10 pm."
"Great. Give us your phone number and also be thinking about a cool place to go. We have a group dinner to attend, but it will be over by then," I continued.
Cleverly, Hank said to Lisa "give me your number and I will just call you from my phone and you can save it that way."
He listened carefully as she called out her "digits" and then proceeded to dial her up.
"Got it," she said as her phone rang. "We will see you tomorrow."
With that, Lisa and I got up to leave. Back at the elevator, she wasted no time giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you. This has been an interesting evening," she said. "It will be tough to concentrate tomorrow during the sales meeting. They are so boring. It's always the same old same old."
"Well, not if you start giving away your panties as you did tonight. That would help," I suggested.
Other guests came up behind us just as the elevator doors opened. Lisa's room was only two floors down, so we arrived at her door rather quickly. I stood back and quietly admired her body as she looked through her purse for her key card. With a swipe, she led me in.
Her room was a nice two-room suite, with a seating area and television just inside the door. There was a large bedroom off to the right. Lisa threw her jacket over a chair and pulled her top up and over her head. Next, she kicked off her shoes. Turning around to face me, Lisa was wearing a smile, a very sheer bra and her jeans. They happened to be tight, lightly faded blue, and invitingly low-rise. The cut of the jeans showed off her abs perfectly. Years of hard work in the gym were on display and I complimented her honestly on how impressive her figure was.
"Oh, my fastball barely reaches 89 these days!" she laughed.
