Her boss always brought her along on these trips to these boring conferences. She knows it is because when he is trying to get a better deal from the sales guy from whatever company, the sales guy (and it is almost always a guy) will be distracted by the pretty part-time receptionist who usually doesn't do much but answer the very occasional now that everyone has email and cell phones actual telephone call.
It is a pretty good job, and it's not like he has ever given her anything more than a glance when she has an extra button undone on her blouse as he walks past. Not that she would mind anything more, in fact she'd love it, since she has always had a thing for older guys. She even lost her virginity to the father of one of her high school friends in his home office while the rest of her friends were playing in and around their pool.
Older men is also why she doesn't mind these boring conferences, because it is truly a buyers market for those like herself who are on the hunt. Plus if she plays her cards right the petty cash she was given to book herself a cheap motel room can be spent elsewhere. She discovered that on the first conference when she realised she hadn't spent a single night in the room she'd paid for. Sometimes she spends the whole conference in one bed, sometimes she goes for variety, especially if the reason the man isn't getting as much sex as he'd like at home is because he isn't any good at it.
There was that one time where the older man she'd found was sharing his room with another man from his company who was also looking for some extra-marital fun. That time she learned that as much fun as it was, getting double penetrated every night for a week makes you a bit sore.
Now you'd think that finding a guy in this situation would be pretty easy, but most of the men at these conferences are actually happily married. Plus the ones that aren't have a habit of being kept on a short digital leash by their jealous wives. It really kills the mood when he stops in the middle of eating your pussy to have a ten minute call from his wife that he "has to answer".
Luckily, she has developed a system for ensuring that she doesn't waste time flirting with someone who isn't going to be into it. A system that she has developed over many of these various conferences she has been taken to. It is a pretty simple system too.
Just look at their hands.
More specifically at their ring finger. Most men who are on the prowl at these events either leave their ring off, leaving a subtle tan line even if they spend most of their week at a desk. Or they keep playing with it, fidgeting with it like a cat trying to get rid of their collar.
It was the third or fourth conference when she ended up in the hotel bed of one of these fidgeters and she got a chance to ask why he did it. He explained that it reminded him the wife he was thinking of cheating on, plus many women didn't like the idea of being just "the other woman" so if a guy had a wedding ring he was off limits. She asked why he kept it on then, and he said he'd seen other guys get called on it by their workmates, and he usually travelled with someone who was a friend of his wife and he didn't want to get caught.
So while her boss is taking her around the stalls in another anonymous and interchangeable hotel conference room, and the stall holders are looking at her chest, she is in turn looking at their hands. Glancing down, checking them out, and logging their faces for later when she will hopefully see them at the hotel bar.
That is almost always where they are, because they're important salesmen and can have all the drinks billed to their room, and in turn to their company. The companies have no problem with this because they know that just as many deals are made after dark in the bar as are made under the glaring fluorescent lights on the conference floor.
**
A deal is exactly what she is looking to make as she enters the bar. She is wearing the same basic light pink blouse and black skirt as before, but the blouse has been unbuttoned even more. Now instead of just a hint of cleavage, you can see the top edges of her lacy white bra cups. She has found that any guy who is into her will notice her better this way, also it means she can get away with just using a large handbag for luggage. Walking around the conference and bar with a roller suitcase would raise too many eyebrows for her to be comfortable.
She gets to the bar and orders a gin and tonic. She knows it will just be cheap gin, but these hotel bars almost never have anything better and if they do then they charge way more than she thinks is reasonable. As the bartender mixes her drink, she casts her eyes around the room to see if there is anyone she recognises. As always she doesn't see her boss, she assumes he just gets room service and spends all night on the phone to his wife and kids or something like that.
She also notices a guy from one of the first stalls they visited this morning. She can't remember what company he was from, or even what they really did. Was it IT services? Security systems? Paper? It doesn't really matter because all she cared about was his ring tan. He would never be mistaken for a superhero, but she has found that the younger and fitter the guy is, the less likely it is that she'd have even a single orgasm.
She much prefers having so many that you can't count them. Maybe it is because the more dad-bod dudes feel like they have to put some effort in, or maybe they just aren't self-centred douches like the gym bros her friends always chase. Plus some softness can make the cuddling after feel very nice. There is only one thing that needs to be hard, and after she takes her clothes off that has never been a problem.
At this point she realises she is getting distracted thinking about previous experiences, and she should be making sure she gets the next one.
She pays, grabs her drink, takes a sip and walks in his general direction.
**
As she walks, she notices that he is watching her. She also notices that he is now walking in a way that he thinks is hiding that he is trying to "run into her". She giggles at this, knowing that inside every man is still that nervous young boy who struggled to make the first movie. He is not that nervous now, and stops in front of her saying, "didn't I see you at the conference earlier". He continues, and she is impressed that he remembers her name and company. She doesn't remember his, but then she doesn't sell things for a living.
He reintroduces himself and she spies an empty booth in the back corner of the bar. She says, "there is a booth over there, wanna take a seat?"
He says he does, and they do.
**
He starts off with some basic small talk about the conference, the usual stuff about how bland and boring it all is. She is talking, not thinking about much more than what she hopes will come later, as she sips her drink. She only pays attention when he asks, "so what do you actually do?" She answers, "in the office I'm just a receptionist, but here I'm just eye candy meant to distract salesmen while my boss tries to get a better deal."
He laughs, takes a sip of his beer, and says "well I'm feeling pretty distracted right now." She finishes her drink and then giggles as she grabs his arm and leans against him in the booth. She playfully asks, "so what are you selling?" and he replies, "actually I was about to do some distracting of my own, since your drink is looking empty. What are you having?" "Gin and tonic, and I thought you were off the clock right now?"
He gets up, and says just before he heads to the bar, "you know what they say, always be closing."
As he walked away she thinks, if this goes right she won't be closing, she'll be opening. Her legs that is. She bites her top lip lustfully as she watches him at the bar.
**
When he gets back, she thanks him for the drink and takes a sip. This is much better than what she had before, he obviously paid the extra price for something from the back bar. Tastes like Hendrick's to her, and she realises he really is trying to close this deal. She slides right up next to him on the bench, feeling his trousers against the skin of her leg.
