The day had been perfect and the evening was fun, I had traveled to San Francisco with my two bosses to sign a contract with a major marketing company and after several hours of negotiations we had obtained 20% more than expected.
I was the receptionist/secretary/lawyer/accountant for a small computer design studio where my two bosses Jason and Charles were in charge of the technical side and I was in charge of the rest of the work. At 25 years old they were two computer geniuses and even though I was two years younger we coincided in college where I was simultaneously studying law and business and we had common friends so when they founded their small company they contacted me to take care of the legal and accounting part.
While we were having dinner at a restaurant that the owner of the advertising company, Mr. Carpenter, had invited us to, I couldn't help but think about the look on Jason and Charles' faces when they saw me appear at the hotel reception this morning dressed in an elegant suit-jacket that enhanced my figure, I have to say that I also looked at them a little surprised seeing their appearance.
The company's headquarters was in a small garage in Chicago owned by Jason and the hours we spent there working on sportswear and t-shirts. So the sight of them in stylish suits surprised me as much as they were surprised by my appearance.
None of the three of us looked like what you would expect from two computer geeks and a nerd girl with two degrees. Charles had been born in Australia and with his blond hair had the look of a surfer, although getting a good tan in Chicago was tricky, Jason was completely different from his friend, originally from New Orleans, his dark curly hair and dark skin denoting African ancestry. They both had muscular bodies thanks to hours spent playing basketball on a neighborhood court.
As for me it must have all been a matter of genetics, I hardly exercised and didn't deprive myself of anything to eat, but my body just had flesh and curves in the right places, all garnished by long curly brunette hair and big green eyes. Despite dedicating almost all my time to study, I had not deprived myself of attending all possible parties and enjoying boys and girls alike.
When we left the restaurant, the three of us left with a little more alcohol than recommended and I was determined to take a cab back to the hotel.
Jason and Charles pouted when they heard my decision and started asking me to think about it, 'Please Diane, don't go to the hotel, Mr. Carpenter has booked us a room in one of the most visited clubs in town.'
'Sure Jason, instead of going to the hotel to rest I'm going with you to a strip club, great idea,' I replied smiling.
Charles got down on his knees in front of me pleading, 'Please Diane, we've been working on this project for over three months without seeing any women and relieving ourselves with handjobs. Besides I know you don't care too much about seeing a naked woman.'
'Fuck you Charles, don't I count as a woman?'
Charles tried to say something back but before he could put my foot in my mouth Jason came to the rescue, 'If you had gone to work dressed like that we would have noticed you for sure, although I don't think we would have finished the project, but with those wide sweatshirts, those horn-rimmed glasses and without a pint of makeup you weren't exactly attractive.'
My face turned red at Jason's words, if in the morning I wore formal wear, tonight I had slipped into a black velvet dress well above the knee that covered a sexy set of black silk lingerie. In the end Jason and Charles' pleas had an effect, 'Okay guys, but if when we get inside I see naked girls dancing all over the place I'm going back to the hotel.'
As we walked towards the Club and the effects of the alcohol were wearing off, the feeling grew in me that this was not a good idea, but when I saw the luxurious building that housed the Club, I calmed down a little.
