She fucked me, plain and simple, she fucked me. I didn't really have a choice, it wasn't something I had ever thought about, or even really wanted to do at first. At first? Well at first it was just drinks with a friend while traveling on business together.
The meeting had gone well and we had gone out to a disaster of a dinner. The exotic little restaurant turned out to be nothing more than a fast food restaurant with mood lighting. Bland food, bad service, but an expensive price tag. Fortunately, we both were on expense accounts so we weren't paying for any of it. At least the company was enjoyable.
A bit giddy about how well the meeting went, we made the whole restaurant thing into just another joke to tell back at the office. Driving back to the hotel we laughed and laughed about it. We then proceeded to roast just about everyone else in our office, well everyone except our team. By the time we arrived at the hotel, we had grilled about half of the company's organizational chart and so we continued talking when we entered the lobby.
When she asked if I wanted to get a drink I should have said no, but somehow I couldn't. As I began to make motions toward the elevator and whine a few excuses, she grabbed my arm and simply said, "Oh come on with me, how can it hurt?"
Since I was driving, I had not ordered any alcoholic beverages, so I should have been cold sober, but something, something simply intoxicated me. Was it the way the lighting in the lobby played off her hair? Was it her fragrance, or the way her blouse peeked open showing a hint of her lace bra? Or was it her knee length skirt with the slit in it that showed the slightest hint of thigh each time she took a step? I don't know, but all I could do was walk arm in arm with her to the bar.
Once inside, we sat down, ordered our drinks and continued barbequing the rest of our company's organizational chart, top to bottom. Hell, if we had our way, the two of us would be running the company by ourselves. Actually, by the time we got to that idea it was three, ah... maybe four drinks later and our proposals were getting stranger and stranger.
When she suddenly said, "Why don't we continue our conversation in my room? That way when I have to pee, I don't have so far to go." We both fell suddenly silent for several moments; we then leaned in together, and as our foreheads touched we laughed.
With the tension broken, I leaned back in my chair and held my drink up, looking at her reflection in the ice cubes. When I put the glass down I noticed she was intently staring at me, as if in anticipation.
"Oh... you were serious?" I asked, sitting up in my seat.
She smiled, "It will be quieter there, we can talk some more about the project."
"You think..."
"It's certainly quieter," she said, glancing around at some of the other tables around us.
Following her eye, I noticed everyone was staring up at the stage where they were setting up some equipment. I asked someone at the table next to me, "Are they setting up for a band?"
"Karaoke," was all he said.
Looking back at my associate I repeated, "Karaoke."
She tilted her head, shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could say, 'I told you so,' but that would be too easy."
I lifted my, now empty, class and said to her, "To peace..."
She clinked her glass against mine and finished the thought, "...and quiet."
"And no Karaoke," I finished, sipping the last bit of water from my glass.
Yes, I should have said no, but then again, perhaps it was just to finish talking, perhaps the evening would end with a simple good night and I'd head back to my room. Had it not been for the four drinks (or was it five) I might have seen my reasoning was a bit weak and simply said no.
