Erika
Erika had just completed a presentation to a prospective client. If the large packaged goods company liked the pitch, it would mean a $30,000,000 contract for the advertising agency Erika worked for.
She had spent weeks refining her presentation, checking facts, redesigning posters boards, and recording herself time and again to make certain her tone was professional yet conciliatory. She had also chosen her attire carefully. She was a beautiful woman with a knockout body and fuck hashtag#me2, she would use the sensuousness of her body to captivate the prospective client. She was 5'10" with jet black shoulder length hair with she parted on the left side of her head and swept it across her forehead down past her right eye. She had cerulean blue eyes and full lips and sparkling white teeth.
For the presentation she wore a deep V white blouse, a blue skirt with a center slit which stopped 4" above her knee and a buttonless vest. She had on open toe black high heels with a red toe nail polish that matched her lipstick. She had on a sheer white bra and sheer panties and thigh high nude stockings.
She exposed cleavage bending to point out numbers on a poster board and exposed the tops of her thigh highs when she inadvertently dropped her laser pointer and semi squatted to pick it up. Occasionally, her vest moved to the side and showed her breasts through the white blouse.
She had a masters degree from Northwestern and knew the company's product inside and out so she parried any objection the company managers threw out to her. The marketing approach she recommended was backed by solid research and the creative advertising concept was spot on. The company loved it.
In the post pitch meeting, she received kudos from the agency's top executive who gave her a hug which lasted longer than necessary. She was the whole package. But right now she was ready to kick back and take the South Shore train from Union Station to Michigan City Indiana and meet up with her boyfriend who had a cabin along the shore of Lake Michigan. The agency top executive gave her a ride to Union station and she carried her laptop and a very small overnight bag up the steps and checked the time table and track for her train. She called her boyfriend and told him when to pick her up at the station in Michigan City.
Then she found a seat at a station bar and slammed down two double vodka on ice. She felt only a slight numbing after finishing the second drink so she ordered a third double vodka on ice. She paid for it with her agency credit card. Then she headed out to her designated track and walked to the third car and climbed in. This was the car that had private rooms which you could rent by number of travelers. One traveler ticket gave you the entire suite, but that was a very expensive option. She paid for a two traveler suite so she would share it with one other person. The suite had four very comfortable chairs, like a first class airplane chairs. Two on the window side on two on the door side. Erica was first in the suite and decided on the window side.There was a seat opposite her, but when you paid for a two traveler suite, the protocol was the other traveler would sit in the seat diagonal to you.
Once she was settled into her seat, she finally could unwind. She had worked very hard for the past weeks and now that the presentation was over, she suddenly felt exhausted. And the drinks were kicking in. She extended the chair fully, took off her heels and laid back with her feet out. She had just nodded off when her fellow traveler entered the suite. She opened her eyes. He was about 45 years old, black hair, well groomed and handsome. She nodded at him and closed her eyes again. He had seated himself in the seat diagonal to her. There was a ruffling of clothing and baggage but she fell hard asleep in minutes.