Sarah and Chris just made brunch again at the foodbar, again in their best casuals. The first coffee was brilliant, with the second making them somewhat human after a hard last night of great food, wine, sex and bad memories.
They ventured into the Exhibition Hall, with both wandering around but not seemingly together, checking out the booths and what was being marketed. Eventually they passed by Mario's booths, including two for his not for profits and there was Mario looking absolutely in control with his Boss suit and tie, chatting with two delegates and smiling as Sarah flashed by.
Mario caught Chris by the arm and began a lengthy conversation with Chris while Sarah meandered by booths with advanced computers systems for business and artificial intelligence, two subjects she would need to know a lot about in her expected new role back in Houston with James. AI was being heavily promoted through her multinational employer's office as the big new thing in creativity and product design.
Sarah got lost in her thoughts and the presentations by the booth operators screens and how the presenters manipulated the data and created 3D imagery. She noticed Chris kept looking in her direction and kept nodding, while eventually shaking hands and approaching Sarah. Mario just grabbed his mobile seemingly talking to someone about work.
Chris: Mario and I have now covered off most of our issues and he wants me to go to his office downtown and work on some of the admin issues with his execs. I saw he was briefing them as I came over. Would you mind if I disappeared into the city for say two or three hours, probably back here a bit after 5.00ish so we can go for that barbecue with he and Maria? I just need to grab my laptop and files from our room. You've got your key?
Sarah: Understand and looking good for that $100K?
Chris: Oh yeh, but still some stuff to tie down. If you see Mario again give him your best spiel and see if we can stay on his best books. See you later, as Chris hustled off back to the lifts and their room.
Sarah found there was plenty to get her mind busy, but eventually experienced the need to go to the restrooms.
She entered one of the cubicles and closed the door.
Shortly thereafter she heard two women enter the restroom and begin a conversation that pricked her ears. She sat quietly as the two carried on.
Marietta: Did you see that Chris guy talking to Mario. He is one heck of a hunk, isn't he? He can put his shoes under my bed any day of the week. He looks built down there. I reckon he could shake my titties rather well.
Lucia: He has been over here doing marketing in our office for the last few weeks at least once or twice a week. On the built bit, he has been bonking two of the girls in Product Development and from all accounts he is exactly what you say. No names but one source tells me he has worked his way up and between the legs of Maria a few times at one of their swing parties, so he is an"ïn"guy at the moment if you get my drift. Maybe we can score while we are here?
Marietta: He put his arm around my arse at the Ball last night and gave it a gentle squeeze, so I think I have a start on you. I can feel a late lunch coming up tomorrow.
Lucia: You are such a slut, but have fun and tell me OK?
The two girls wandered back to their booths and closed the restroom door.
In the quiet of the restroom Sarah did not need a computer to work out what that meant. Chris was bonking plenty of clients to get business, had no qualms about doing the bosses and was likely to be doing the same in the future despite their monogamous conversation back in the room yesterday. She wondered what Chris was saying about her when he kept looking back to her as she wandered the booths. Was she going to be that "advanced marketing technique" and what was he likely committing Sarah to with Mario's firms? In reality she had a pretty good idea.
Sarah ventured back into the Exhibition Hall and collected email and website addresses from a number of the AI people, while chatting and lightly flirting with two in particular who really knew their stuff while being rather scrumptious hunks at the same time. These two gave her their cards and suggested lunch tomorrow if she were to be available? They were gentlemen, but like all salesmen sold themselves first and foremost, promoting their masculinity in all senses.
Sarah smiled and said: How about I get back to you tomorrow morning by which time I should know my movements for the day. I need to know a great deal more about AI, so are you guys willing to share that knowledge with an innocent brunette like me, who may become a client?
Frank, the more outgoing of the two said: We have done plenty of business here, so we can take off the rest of the day if that works for you?
Sarah: I will call guys. Smiling and knowing exactly what they were suggesting. The wedding ring was just ignored. Typical salesmen, she thought.
She remembered the last time she did a threesome with two golfers about the age of Frank and his friend. This time she vowed to do the teaching and to control the situation, the benefit of when money is not involved. If Chris was going to be bonking Marietta, then maybe?
She recalled going into a small suite at a hotel in Dallas, after getting security access. The suite was small, but contained all the comforts of table, lounge, bedroom, bar and bathroom. She was fucked in, on and over every one of those comforts. The back of the lounge became one of her favourites as she could enjoy a bit of doggy, while still comfortable with outstretched legs. The dining table was too much like hard work on the back with those guys and was not a good angle for penetration at her height. She was DP'd, enjoyed plenty of sucks and medium sized cocks. They were at least gentlemen and never stretched their luck into areas not welcome. They both had to play the next morning in a PGA competition, so they were not seeking an all-nighter. One thing that was learnt, even smaller sized cocks can be high quality love machines given the right intensity and imagination. It is how your lover uses what he has got and not how long or hard they try to inject that into her body. Love making is a skill that should be learnt and appreciated. Maybe she could do some appreciating and teaching?
Sarah walked towards the exit, but was stopped by Mario near his booth.
Mario: I saw you wandering around. You seemed very intent on those AI booths. We are also looking at AI in our 3D visuals for our construction arm.
They exchanged thoughts for around 15 minutes, both gaining an increased opinion of the intelligence of each other and their personal drives into AI.
Mario: There is one other matter that I need to talk to you about. May we please go somewhere quiet we can talk?
Sarah had a feeling in her stomach about this and her cynicism was warranted. They went outside to a quiet bar where apart from the barman there was no-one present.
Mario: I have a proposition for you and some information. First the information?
Sarah nodded.
Mario: Chris has been over here in Miami for several days a week over the last few weeks talking to our people, but he has been doing a lot more than talking. He has been wining and dining a number of our women execs after hours. They are coming into the office the next day with broad smiles and very tired eyes. I don't need to tell you what my sources tell me what they have been up to, but we are mature adults, yes?
Maria has invited him to a couple of her parties and she confided in me that Chris was observed in sexual conduct with several of her friends at those parties. Again it is not for me to judge, but I wanted to know your reaction before I asked the proposition.
