This week Jasmine was headed to a convention and certainly wasn't looking forward to spending multiple days on her feet in a small booth hoping potential clients stopped by, but that was pretty much what she expected.
Day one started out alright, though the guys stopping by her booth just to hit on her annoyed her. She was trying to balance a professional, yet sexy, look but was having trouble filtering out the party guys who were just there to have a good time from the ones who could potentially become clients, ideally clients with large billings for her.
She slyly learned where each guy worked and whether or not he had purchasing authority, then she shuffled the useless ones away and flirted a little with the ones she could make money off of. She'd research their companies and follow up soon enough.
While sending one guy on his way, she noticed another across the aisle watching her. She studied him via her peripheral vision without giving up the fact that she had noticed him. He was nerdy but kind of cute, and he was apparently shy since she could tell that was very interested but wasn't approaching.
During a lull in traffic, she perched herself on the side of her table and began fingering the straps of her heels. She shifted slightly and began slowly running her hand up her stocking.
Finally, she pushed her skirt up exposing the lacy top of her stocking momentarily.
Suddenly she turned her head and made direct eye contact with her fan, noticing that he was wearing a nametag from a company that would be a huge account and unbelievable win if she could get it.
He jolted as he was taken aback and began to turn red, but Jasmine softly smiled and put a finger over her lips as she mouthed "Shhh," and turned away.
A few minutes later she left her booth and walked away. She checked with a friend at another company and learned that this guy was the COO of his firm and signed off on all the deals.
