Bill tugged at the tie of his tailored black tuxedo, looking warily at the sign that proclaimed Reception. He never had liked these things, and if his fledgling business wasn't receiving an award, he wouldn't have been there. He preferred a drink at the bar and a quiet evening in his room before the convention commenced early tomorrow morning. The door opened and two people escaped from the noise inside. Bill ducked in as quickly as possible, and his heart stopped.
He saw her talking to a crowd in the corner, keeping everyone's attention with her quick wit and unceasing charm. She was in a basic black dress, long and straight, accentuating every curve of her athletic 5'10 frame. When she turned Bill could not help but notice the dress was backless, and cut quite low. He cut through crowds, heading across the room for his colleague because he longed for the safety of knowing someone, thus avoiding small talk. Besides, any excuse to get near her would make his evening that much more enjoyable.
Bill had been in management for over 10 years, and it had begun to show in the graying of his temples along the edges of his dark black hair. Three years ago he had cut away from the corporate world, starting a small business of his own. Lori looked up as he approached, her breath catching in her chest at the sight of her boss in a tux. She didn't trust her voice, but somehow she managed "Bill," and stepped out to shake his hand.
To both their surprise, they embraced. Bill took in the sensation: his hands on her bare back, the light smell of her perfume. He smiled smugly as he drew back; "Happy Birthday."
This ignited a rumble in the small crowd, and Bill gathered most did not know it was her 30th birthday. "Some party," one said, and Bill laughed. She blushed slightly, and Bill added, "Hope it was worth the extra time off." She blushed once more, but managed a small smile. Her request for time off came at a busy time, and Bill felt certain he would have had to turn her down. But when he found out she was coming to Las Vegas to celebrate her birthday, he saw an opportunity and invited her to meet him at the annual convention. It was win-win; she got her time off and he had someone to talk to during the four day affair.
He stayed near her, talking little but taking in her amazing ability to connect to people she didn't know. By letting her do the talking, he was buffered from the small talk often associated with such events when people who hardly know each other are thrust together for social hour. After several complimentary cocktails, the room became more boisterous. In fact, it seemed to grow noisier as the crowd thinned. He leaned over and whispered, "I'm going to go. Do you want me to wait for you?" She looked up with her blue-gray eyes and took his hand. His heart skipped a beat as he led her through the crowd, and he cursed himself for feeling like a school boy.
They were the only two on the elevator, and Bill pushed the button for his floor. "Where are you at?" he asked.
"The top," she said, and reached into her small bag as Bill tried to hit the button proclaiming "P" over and over. She smiled as she slipped the key card into the slot, and the button lit up.
"Good grief, how did you manage that?" he asked.
"My birthday present," she answered with a mischievous grin. "Would you like to see the penthouse suite?" she asked when the door opened to the 9th floor.
He swallowed hard, the words resounding in his ears. "I'd love to," he said, wondering if she was asking what he hoped she was. He had a fleeting thought, that it would be wise to pick up some protection in his room, but he dismissed it and soon, they were at the penthouse floor.
She stepped out of the elevator first, and Bill allowed his hand to follow her curves down her silky skin until his hand rested in the small of her back. When she stopped to open the door of the suite, he could not help but notice the swing of her dress had revealed her thigh through the slit in the side. He thought he caught a glimpse of lace at the top of her stocking clad thigh, and felt his cock stiffen at the sight.
She opened the door, and Bill walked into the most luxurious room he had seen. "What exactly do you have to do to get a birthday present like this?" he asked.
She looked at him, almost pouting. Lori didn't like what she thought he was implying. "I know the manager; we're old friends." She left it at that, resenting the fact she felt she had to explain herself to her boss. "What'll you have?" she asked, making her way to the wet bar that sat in the corner of the living area.
Bill shrugged. "What kind of beer is there?" he asked, and Lori instantly remembered why she felt so attracted to him. He was unpretentious, unlike many with newly acquired wealth, and he was unapologetic in his naivete'.
"Anything you want" she said. bending so that Bill had a fine view of her perfect ass.
