"Morning Sarge, this is our Indigenous liaison," the local Sergeant said as he introduced us.
The request came in from above. I had previously been involved in training new recruits, and as such was involved in evaluating their progress. This time my assignment was in another small town across the state. I accepted with glee, that opportunities like this are rare. I needed to travel to that station spend a week with the recruit, evaluate the member's progress and assist with further development.
Driving down the highway, music bellowing from the radio, it felt relaxing. Driving the station's unmarked vehicle also saved me some money, saving money that I could use for entertainment whilst there.
Hours into the journey, I was a little tired. It was a long drive. Arriving at the town, I quickly identified the station and thought I would drop in and say hello then go rest up for the next morning's duties. I was welcomed nicely, and the on-duty Sergeant showed me a spare desk in a little nook. There were two desks, one obviously used whilst the other was quite dusty and empty. I left my work bag under the desk, had a quick look around and chatted with others then headed off to find the motel.
The motel was easy to find, I had been allocated a room at the rear of the venue away from other travellers. It had a queen-sized bed, ensuite and kitchen area. Small but comfortable. I noticed the motel had it's own restaurant which was a bonus. The other bonus was that all meals and drinks were charged to the station. Even though I received a per-diem, I could indulge some.
I had a little nap, waking up in time for the evening meals. I put on a good pair of jeans, a white business shirt and a sports coat. At 6'4, with an athletic build I didn't look shabby.
As I walked into the restaurant area, I noticed a gathering of females at one large table. There were two young females, two middle-aged, and two that seemed to be the patriarchs. My table was away from them, though allowed a good view of them. They all were pretty, even the elder ones appeared neat and tidy.
The meal was great, more than enough to fill a weary traveller. Now and then I would look over to the lady's table, noticing the odd look my way too. One of the older ladies leant in towards the others and whispered something. It must have been funny as they all laughed and looked my way. A couple of the ladies smiled at me. I wondered what the joke was.
Leaving the table, I approached the bar and ordered a scotch. I asked about entertainment in town, and the bar attendant suggested the hotel across the road as it had poker machines and the like, if that was to my liking. I thought about it, I might enjoy a flutter.
I had been there an hour or more when I noticed some of the ladies from the restaurant arriving. A particularly striking middle-aged woman was amongst them. She was approximately 30-40, slim build, not tall maybe 5'5, very tanned with long black hair. She was dressed in a tight pair of business slacks, and an even tighter business shirt. My eyes wandered up and down her body, she looked hot.
As anyone knows, playing poker machines is not real entertainment when you are losing. I had to get a drink to down my sorrows. Standing at the bar, with a barman making my drink, the lady made her way over and stood next to me. Another barman served her.
"Winning?" she asked in the softest voice.
Turning to her, "Not at the moment, but I will keep trying." I replied.
Her eyes mesmerised me, I remembered once meeting a lady with similar eyes, light green almost Jade, I called them her Come-fuck-me eyes. Her smile was just as electrifying.
"You Never know, you don't win if you don't try!" she giggled.
With that remark, she waltzed off to her friends with a drink in hand. Looking at her from behind, I watched her superb butt checks juggle in her business slacks.
As my barman handed me my drink he smiled, "You might be lucky tonight," indicating he had heard our brief conversation.
Returning to the poker machine I was playing, I looked around finding the ladies in a group again, really enjoying their drinks. The object of my desire was also looking my way.
My fingers pushed some more coins into the slots continuing the losing streak. The seat next to me moved and that lovely woman sat at the next machine.
"Winning yet?" she questioned.
"Same same," I answered.
She asked if I minded her playing the machine next to the one I was playing.
