Business had taken me to Atlanta and I was staying at the Peachtree Plaza Hotel, my business meetings were held a couple of blocks away and had finished by 5:30 PM. I had walked the 2 blocks to the hotel and run into the usual group of business people going to their cars for the trip home or headed toward the nearest MARTA station to get the train that went closest to their homes. Of course, a couple of panhandlers wanted to know if I had a dollar to spare (I always have several ones in my pockets when in Atlanta to give them. It surprises them and shuts them up long enough for me to get away in the crowd).
As I passed the Atlanta Hard Rock Cafe, I saw several young people out front of the cafe. Had to pause there due to the crowd and the traffic light so I heard a little of a conversation. The conversation sounded like French to me and that was surprising since Atlanta gets a lot of Spanish and German visitors and many Asians, but few French. I looked over at the throng of young people talking and was struck by this one girl. She had long light brown hair, a beautiful face and a great figure from what I could see with her tight jeans and top. Her coat (Atlanta is cold in February) hid some of her curves. I was shocked when her eyes met mine and a small smile appeared on her full lips. I nodded, smiled and touched the brim of my hat to acknowledge her. Then the crowd moved and I went with the flow.
I got back to my room and freshened up. I changed from my suit, white dress shirt & tie to a black turtle neck, charcoal slacks & brown & black checked jacket. Then I went to the bar to relax and have a drink since I had no business meetings until about 10 AM the next day. I was relatively early for the big crowds at the bar so I was able to get a small table at the back of the bar with two chairs and could see the dance floor from where I sat. The thin blonde waitress came over to me with a big smile and her "What can I get you, sir?" as she leaned forward to be sure I got a good look at her breasts (too large for her frame, therefore I am betting enhanced). She had that hard look around her eyes that told me she knew how to work the crowd and increase her tips.
I smiled pleasantly and asked for 15 year old Glenlivet Scotch. She grinned like she had found a big tipper and moved away to get my drink. In five minutes she was back placing the scotch on the low table in front of me. She purposely again leaned down so the ample cleavage of her breasts was on full display and grinned when she caught me looking. I grinned back. She placed her hand on my shoulder to say she would keep the tab running & to let her know if I needed ANYTHING else. I smiled & nodded, then began to sip my scotch and look over the crowd.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a female form come into the bar area. Without turning to look, I can tell this woman is well formed, curves in all the right places. I can see she has on a slinky black miniskirt and light blue top. As she moves forward I see long hair, a favorite of mine. That was enough to make me turn and look without being too obvious. What I saw surprised me. It was the girl from Hard Rock Cafe that spoke in French. She looked older when dressed up. And I was right about her figure. She had a fabulous body and moved with such grace. The black skirt was short enough that she had to be cautious when bending over or when sitting, the blue top had spaghetti straps and showed the tops of her breasts which were VERY full. I believe I saw a sign of nipple under the top, meaning no bra or a very sheer bra.
The French girl looked around and the place had begun to fill so no tables were available .I watched her for several minutes and noticed she looked around the crowd, but she did not move toward a table and apparently did not see anyone she knew or was meeting .I thought she might appreciate sitting down until her friends joined her.
I rose and spoke to her, "Do you speak any English?"
It shows my American background since few of us speak anything else, but she nodded and said she spoke a little English.
"You are welcome to share my table, I will leave when the rest of your friends come." She looked puzzled by the remark. I explain, "I saw you and several friends in front of Hard Rock Cafe as I returned to this hotel from a business meeting."
She smiles & nods, "They may not come here. If you don't mind, I'll share your table."
We sit down and I order her some white wine. The waitress brings the wine and places it in front of the young lady. Then she leans in to me and whispers in my ear. "Like them young, do you, Big Boy? I know tricks she has never even heard of." I reply, "Well, I may want you to prove that." She slips me a card with her name, Rhonda, and a cell phone number, I slip the card in my pocket. If my young friend notices any of this, she does not let on.
"My name is ROGO," I say to the French girl and I offer my hand.
She delicately takes the hand, smiles and replies, "I am Jane, thanks for letting me sit down."
