I have always disliked conferences and conventions but, I suppose, these days they are an occupational hazard for most of us. Long drawn out sales speeches that are usually about as interesting as watching grass grow; collecting brochures and leaflets from companies that you know you will probably never come into contact with again let alone use their revolutionary new form of sanitary towel, and swapping business cards with half-witted sales rep's while trying to assure them that their joke about a one-legged, constipated monkey was really funny! No, the only interesting thing about these meetings are the chances for a little extra marital sex!
It had been a long, hot day stomping around some mindless exhibition with my colleague, Ray. We were both a little tired and looking forward to getting back to the hotel for a pre-dinner drink. Ray had been chatting to the sexy female bar tender the previous evening and he thought he was getting somewhere - he was keen to try again this evening.
There were only four of us in the hotel bar at that early time of the evening; besides Ray and myself, a young foreign looking couple occupied a booth next to our table. They were definitely Eastern European or even Russian. Both looked in their late teens or early twenties. The girl was very attractive; short dark hair, nice large breasts that nestled under a black top and long, slender legs that disappeared up under a fairly short, patterned skirt. I looked over at them, smiled politely and was quite surprised to get a big grin back from the girl.
Now, Ray is most definitely the one with the words so, smoothing his long hair back he got up and approached the booth. I couldn't really hear what was being said, but I knew Ray well and wasn't at all surprised when, a few moments later, all three trooped back to our table with their drinks.
Conversation was fairly easy. Tasha and Sev's English was very good and we quickly learned a little about them both. It seemed that they worked here in the hotel and had got married the previous day. The hotel had been kind enough to give them a couple of days off and given them a nice room on the top floor for their short honeymoon. Ray and I both congratulated them and Ray insisted on buying an obscenely large round of drinks.
By mid evening we had all consumed a good quantity of cocktails and I needed the bathroom.
"Think I'll join you, Alan." Ray said as he also stood.
"Cute couple!" I said as we stood next to each other in the stalls.
"Yeah, but a bit on the nieve side, I think!"
"What do you man?" I replied
Ray grinned and pulled his zipper up, "Just follow my lead. If we play this right we could have some fun! I reckon we can really exploit this girl, she doesn't seem any too bright to me!"
On the way back to the table, Ray stopped at the bar and ordered a bottle of Champagne. For a brief moment my mind was filled with a vision of our ranting boss having a heart attack as he received our expenses form, but I quickly put such ideas away - Ray obviously had an idea!
"Ooooh, Champagne!" Cried Tasha as Ray and I sat down.
"You know, it's traditional for the bride to drink this stuff naked!" Ray grinned and winked at the young wife.
I looked directly at Tasha, checking for sign's of embarrassment or anger. There were none.
"You don't mean here?" she asked coyly.
Ray laughed. "No, not here. My suite would be much more comfortable!"
Tasha looked at her new husband. The alcohol was having quite an effect on him and his head lolled back and forth and he was muttering in Russian. It was obvious that he had little idea of the content of Ray's proposal.
"You are wicked man!" she smiled at Ray. "You want to see body of me, yes?"
Ray and I both grinned and nodded. I could hardly believe it, but the Russian girl looked on the point of accepting.
"But you help with Sven, yes?"
Again both Ray and I nodded and grinned. We both stood and pulled one of Sven's arms over each of our shoulders and began to help him towards the elevator. It was strange, but I hadn't thought that he was as drunk as he obviously was. He had consumed the same amount of drink as the rest of us, but now he seemed hardly able to stand. All the better, I thought. The last thing we wanted was a jelous Russian husband finding his wife naked and drinking Champagne with two strange men!
It was quite a task, but eventually Ray and I managed to get Sven out of the elevator and into Ray's room. As soon as we were inside, Sven stumbled towards the bathroom where he promptly fell asleep.
"I think I drink too much already, as well!" Sasha said as she flopped down onto the sofa, "I don't think I want Champagne, Ray."
The disappointment on mine and Ray's face must have been obvious because Sasha smiled at us before continuing. "But who know's what will happen tonight!"
