The Art of Mareting

So this was Indianapolis. I had never been there, so when the insurance company I work for asked me to help bring a branch office up to speed; I jumped at the chance. I already had met a few people from the Indianapolis office a few years ago as they came through our West Coast office where I work. They were on an office tour and ended with a lunch meeting. I became friends with one of the girls, Jan, and had kept in email contact with her ever since. It's always nice to know someone when you stay at a city you've never been to before. She said she would be glad to show me around and maybe go out for dinner, have a few drinks and maybe go dancing. It all sounded great to me. She was single, so she said she knew where some of the better nightclubs were. Her boyfriend was going to be gone that week, so she was looking forward to doing something different with you and a couple of other girls from her office.

Jan greeted me with a hug as I arrived at the hotel. She informed me that her apartment was about twenty-five miles away so she decided to stay at the same hotel that I was in so she could drive me back and forth to the office. She also said if she drank too much one night after too much fun, she wouldn't have to go very far to crash. Besides, there was a couple of decent clubs within walking distance of the hotel. Our hotel only had five floors - we were on the top floor. Not much of a view, but I wasn't going to be there during the daytime anyway. The days were fairly warm, eighty degrees most of the time. To bad there wasn't a pool to lie out by. Keeping up my tan would be nice after the summer months waned.

The work was pretty routine for me at the Indianapolis office. I was able to establish some computer upgrades to handle the new incoming caseload from a large new account. I had secured this new account in the Midwest, so the company sent me to oversee the transitions there. My new marketing job was doing quite well but overwhelming some of the smaller offices such as in Indianapolis.

Being the last evening here, I asked Jan to take me to some of the clubs she had promised. She complied enthusiastically and said she would meet me in my makeshift office at the end of the workday. At 5:30, she was practically pulling me out the door and sped off to the hotel - I was surprised she didn't end up with a ticket for that driving experience! Jan's room was a few doors down from mine. She said after her shower, she would come down to my room and get ready to go out. There were two bathrooms in my room, so that would work out fine. It would be nice to have some company while I was getting ready to go out. Jan also asked what I wanted to drink alcohol wise. She wanted to order room service from the restaurant in the hotel and also wanted to have a few drinks sent up. We both ordered gin and tonic - she told them make them doubles.

My room was fairly nice - no great shakes hotel wise. Pretty standard fair other than the two bathroom dressing areas. There was a small hallway coming in from the front door leading to a main living room area. My room and Jan's were almost identical. In the room were a standard hotel type couch and a few coffee type tables at various points. A stereo with a CD player sat on a table next to the TV and a small desk. To bad I didn't have my CD case with me, some decent tunes would be very nice right about now, some up-mood music. The hotel maids always seem to leave extra towels and hotel bathrobes for you - a very nice touch since I would never think to pack a robe of my own when I go out of town.

Jan knocked on the door and I let her in. She was wearing one of the white hotel robes and a towel around her wet platinum blond hair. She brought in a little burlap-like brown makeup bag and a hanger that had a small, thin red sweater and a pair of satin jet black Capri pants that looked to be a little small for her. Jan wasn't exactly petite at 5'7" tall. She looked like she might have a fair amount of baby fat on her face and legs. As she walked into the one bathroom that I had not been using, she let the white robe fall to the floor without any inhibitions whatsoever. My observations about the baby fat weren't to far off. She looked more out of shape workout wise than fat though. She was wearing a small red thong and nothing else. As she worked on her hair, I noticed how large her breasts were. They had to be at least DD cup I thought. I almost took a picture of her standing there with my digital camera to show my husband. He always liked a cheap thrill when I could get one for him. Especially when it involved big breasts. My large breasts were a big attraction to my husband I found out later in my marriage. They were 38D and very well shaped. Even with all the gym time I put in every week, my breasts have stayed firm and large. Sometimes I even strut and flaunt them at parties in low cut dresses or tight, too small tee shirts with short-short jeans shorts, just for a little thrill for my husband as he watches from across the room. By then I would have at least a couple of guys wanting to talk to me and vying for my attention. I really like the all the attention I get and sometimes let them get quick feels under a dress or under the tee shirt if no one else can see. Much to the dismay of their wives if they find out!

Jan was almost ready when room service and her two girl friends arrived at the same time. I had ordered a chef salad with fresh crab and Italian dressing. The crab just sounded good so I ordered it. The other nights I had ordered steak as the company was picking up the tab. Fresh crab salad sounded, well, refreshing and at least a little healthier. Jan came out of the dressing room with her robe on but not tied, so it eventually fell open as she was signing the bar tab for the bellboy. His eyes just about came out of their sockets as he glued his eyes to her torso and little bright red thong. At least her breasts stayed covered! After he left, she said to the girls and me that if her boyfriend found out what she had just done, that he probably would leave her. He was a very conservative sort and tonight she wanted to have as much fun as she could while he is gone! Starting with those drinks you could tell she was on her way. They were very strong.

The other two girls seemed like nice people. Conservative in the way they were dressed and reserved in the way they talked. They were both married and had to ask permission from their husbands to go out that night. They both could only stay out until eleven PM. What a drag - I hoped they had cab fare home because they sounded like they needed to comply with their spouses wishes. One of the girls was quite tall - 6 foot or so and very slender with great looking legs. She was sort of featureless in her white dressy blouse and a black, just above the knee, skirt. The other girl was short, about five-foot, short brown hair and a little on the plump side. I figured she was a super-sizer at Micky D's, ordered a whopper and finished it all at Burgersling. She was wearing a purplish - burgundy pants suit with large, same colored buttons down the front. Around the collar area was a flowery scarf held on by some kind of ring thing. Why do fat women always wear scarves, I thought. Her short wavy brown hair looked like she had a wig on. Jan had warned me earlier that the plump girl was a complainer and she was just trying to be nice to her by inviting her along. So I figured that I had better not get into a long conversation with the short woman tonight. After a few drinks I would probably say something rude to her just to get away from a downer conversation.

It was a warm evening; so I thought I would wear the new low hip jeans I had found at a nearby thrift store. I paid $5. for a pair of real Levi's that looked like they had never been worn. They would look great with my off one shoulder crop top flag shirt. The shirt was skimpy enough that it came up to just below my breasts, and tight enough that little was left for the imagination of any observer as no bra could be worn with it. I rarely wore this shirt because it was easy for it to ride up and show the round bottoms of my breasts when I was out dancing. It did look great with those low Levi's though. My tight flat,

defined torso was very evident, as the jeans were about 3 inches below my green emerald belly button ring. The side straps from my sheer black thong came up a little, showing at the hips about a half an inch above the side hip area of the pants. Definitely a lot of mid body showing tonight. My black strapped shoes had about a 3-inch heel and open toes, to further the lengthening and slimming of my body. A little jewelry here and there and I was set to go.

Jan slipped into her tight satin black pants, zipped the zipper in the back and put on a tiny bright red bra that made her breasts look even larger than they were. It pushed them together and gave her a killer cleavage. She then put on the thin material red sweater - its neckline plunged down to the small bridge of material between her bra cups. Her cleavage was quite a site - I knew that every guy that was around would be paying attention to her and that cleavage, leaving me and the Mutt and Jeff girls in the dust! That would be fine though, her jerky boyfriend was not here and she was getting a little taste of freedom tonight. Good for her.

Jan and I finished our drinks and dinner, then announced we were ready to go. The other two ladies looked at each other as if to say to the two of you: "Your really not going to wear those outfits out of this hotel are you?" I could tell that these two would make their husbands proud and go home early tonight. Oh well, I knew that Jan and I were going to have a good time wherever she decided to take us.

The early evening air was warm enough that I carried my extra sweater instead of putting it over my tee shirt. As we all got into the cab waiting for us at the hotel door, I noticed the mixed smell of fresh mowed grass and grease from the little burger drive-in across the street. I wasn't hungry but the burger smell made my mouth water a bit anyway. I was very surprised when the cab pulled over in front of a tavern-like place about four blocks away. Why the hell didn't we just walk there I thought. My answer came from the plump purple lady as she told everyone about getting a handicap parking tag from her doctor because she gets winded if she walks to far. No need to quiz her on any of that information at this point - maybe later when I need some entertainment.

This club we were going into had a five-dollar cover charge for each of us. I was hoping it was worth the money! The purple plump girl took her handicap tag out of her purse and showed it to the person taking the cover money. I wondered what the heck she was doing when the money taker told her that she only had to pay two dollars instead of the usual five! Now there was a new one for me! Was this club going to be filled with disabled people? Not that I don't like them - one of my best friends is handicapped, but she doesn't dance either. What fun, I was thinking. The dancing here will be the best I have ever had in recent memory! As it turned out the club was sterile clean and I didn't see one wheel chair in sight. The music was OK and my gin drink was very strong. It reminded me of the killer drinks at a particular Chinese restaurant I went to sometimes late at night back home.

There wasn't much in the way of entertainment at this club. There were quite a few people there, but not many were dancing. The music was quite eclectic and most of it undanceable as far as I was concerned. The funny part was - the only people at our table getting asked to dance were Mutt and Jeff! The males in the club were passing up Jan and I and dancing with tall and short. The purple girl was a wild gyrating dancer - no need to follow a beat there, just go with your feelings, I was guessing. The tall girl was just the opposite - very stiff and calculated. All the guys, all four of them, that danced with tall were shorter than her, so she kind of hunched over to dance with them. I could tell she was used to that and I asked her later how tall her husband was - shorter than she was.

The four of us stayed at this club for about two and half-hours. I thought that maybe the music and dancing would pick up a bit. That never happened, but at least the drinks were good. I asked Jan if there was another club that might be livelier and that maybe there would be males there that the two of you could dance with. Much to my disappointment, Jan said this was the only club in this area that she knew of and had been to. The tall girl chimed in and said there was a country band playing at a place a few blocks away. She said there were lots of guys there and that we could do some fun line dancing there. Oh boy! That sounded too good to be true! I then responded with a definite nix of that idea. The purple plump girl said there was a weird place a block or two from the hotel she had been to a few times because the DJ had a fun personality and a funny accent. Well, anything at this point would be better than a cowboy bar and line dancing. So a cab was called and once again we went for a short ride down a few blocks to a place that almost sank into the darkness of the night.

Two of the streetlights in the area were out when the cab pulled up. The building the club was in was painted a dark color. The club itself was only a door with a flashing sign announcing the name of the place: "Club Le Amour". I was thinking, skanky already. Well at least the hotel is only one block away and I could walk back to my room and get good nights sleep for the plane ride home tomorrow afternoon.

This second club we came into, was very large inside contrary to the appearance outside. It was dark, lots of neon beer signs and smoke drifted around menacingly. A bar with stools ran the entire length on the side of the room. It was almost like all the walls and ceiling were painted black without any windows or drapes around. A fair sized dance floor about half-filled with people was in the center. A few tables were intermingled with many secluded dark booths that were crescent shaped with half moon tables attached. Naugahyde type vinyl seats ringed them. I figured that the four of us might have one drink - then move on to another club or I could go back to my room and watch TV. The music was at least very up beat and danceable. A good mix of rock, metal and decent rap-R&B songs were spinning from the DJ.

The DJ at this club seemed to watch the four of us come in. That was confirmed as he announced the arrival of four very fine ladies into the club! He had an accent that I recognized as being French. Wow, a French DJ at a club here in Indiana! Not only that, but he was definitely the best-looking guy you had seen since you landed here in Indianapolis. He mingled with the ladies around the bar area and seemed to control the music with a remote hand device and a headset like an office worker would wear. He was wearing black pants and a Hawaiian type of shirt that was left open. He looked very well built and nicely tanned. Arrogant was the first thing that came to my mind. I could see why the plump purple girl liked him. Maybe she at least had good taste in men!

The four of us choose a dark booth at the side wall within eyesight of the dance floor so we could watch people dancing. This club didn't seem as conservative as the other club did. Maybe a little weird. Maybe just what I was looking for - a place one block from the hotel and good music to dance to if there was anybody to dance with.

We all ordered our drinks from the waitress. After a while the DJ brought over a tray with four Martinis. We had all ordered gin and tonics - but a nice strong Martini sounded pretty good. He said he would get the first round but that the girl in the USA flag shirt would have to buy him a drink later! Yeah! Right! Nice line I thought. I don't buy drinks for guys, I thought to myself as he looked at me. Jan said that she would love to buy him a few drinks - get him drunk and do him - she massaged her breasts as she said it. The other girls and me giggled. I looked around - good thing none of the other guys in there saw her do that as the sweater she had on was much more revealing than I would wear. They looked as though they might pop out of the sweater if she did that again! Those four drinks we all had at the other club seem to be affecting her the most. Great, that's all I need to be left with these other two girls I don't know while Jan goes off with this DJ guy. I then took a drink from the Martini - sheesh! - strait booze! - I took a couple more sips, and then put it down. We all told him thanks for the drinks and he returned to the bar.

There weren't very many people at this club either. I just figured that this part of town must be dead this time of night even though it was Friday. It was 11:30 or so by now. I had finished my martini a while ago and was wondering if the French DJ was going to buy the four of us another round. I have had a couple of gin and tonics since the martini, so I was feeling fairly bold. After telling the girls I was going to get all of them another martini, I walked over to the DJ's booth and asked him when we were going to get another round. I was smiling my best teasing smile and my eyes were lit up like stars plus the fact that I was standing up strait with my chest pushed out a bit. The thin crop top flag shirt will do its best work here! There was no way he was going to resist me with all that going on! He stared at my chest for a moment, then at my eyes and stuttered something in Paris talk. I ask him what he said. He smiled back at me and said he is off duty after a while and he would bring over a round to our table then. As I walked back to our table with the other three still seated and watching me, I did a little victory dance, then said to them, "sex definitely does sell"! He brings the martinis over within a few minutes, well before his work shift is over.

It's after midnight by now and I am wondering why Mutt and Jeff are going past their curfew. Once again they were dancing more than Jan and I, although I have danced a few decent songs with various guys. A few times I went to the DJ and requested songs, so he would ask me to dance those with him. He was a very good dancer - I definitely had the most fun dancing with him. It was interesting watching him do his DJ work by remote control from the dance floor. He would ask me while we were dancing what I wanted to hear next and he would activate it from the dance floor - not missing a beat. When he leaned close to ask for my next song, I could smell a very exotic smelling cologne - one I knew I would like to have on my husband. It stayed in my nose for quite a while and gave me kind of a euphoric needy sense. Or maybe it was the Martinis! Meanwhile I have noticed Mutt and Jeff have moved there purses and drinks to a table with a bunch of cowboy type guys. Jan would dance with a few guys, but an Asian business looking man kept asking her the most and eventually landed at our table talking with her. I needed a break, so I returned to our table to finish my gin drink and have a cigarette.

The French DJ was now off duty. The music took a down turn in style as far as I was concerned. But it was getting late, and I was tired and had enough drinks to last a week! People were still dancing as much as they were before, so they apparently didn't mind the style change. I've noticed the DJ guy is headed over to our table with what appears to be four gin drinks. He asks permission to sit next to me and I oblige. I informed him that the other two girls are at another table and those four drinks are now not necessary. He tells me that Mutt and Jeff have left the building with the cowboys to go to the country bar that the tall girl had mentioned. He also said the four drinks were two for me and two for him. Nice gesture I thought! There was that intoxicating cologne smell again. I asked him what his cologne was so I could purchase some for my husband. He tells me, but that I would have to fly to Paris with him to get it, as it is not available in the US. That gave me a good laugh. I like a sense of humor in guys. More so if they are dark and good looking with a stocky build - like this guy!