"I don't know about this John, you sure you aren't pushing your luck, that last girl, I mean geez did you have to get her pregnant," said his partner a short, swarthy looking fellow who happened to work the catering department for events at the firm.
"Well it's not like I can ask them if they're on birth control when they're ripping my clothes off like possessed sex-crazed maniacs," said John with a dark chuckle.
"Still we need to be more careful if one of them remembers something," his cohorts voice trailed off, but the implication was clear.
"You let me worry about that, now how about it," said John indicating the small clear bag his partner held.
"Yeah, this is it, powerful stuff man, it would make any woman want a dick like their life depended on it, so who's the lucky lady this time?" he asked.
"I think this one, I'm trying to change things up a little," said John showing his partner in crime a photo from the next events client list.
"She's cute, not your usual," replied the chemist.
The photo showed a red-head in her mid to late thirties, with curly red hair that fell in a cascade down to the middle of her back, her small face accented with dark chocolate brown eyes and a little nose over a boat-shaped mouth, very girl next door looking.
"I thought you went for the human Barbie dolls, tall blondes with big tits and long legs," commented his partner.
"Usually, and this one isn't like that at all that's true, maybe five foot five and she's got those little perky teacup tits, but she has a nice ass," said John.
"So what's the deal, why her?" came back his partner in crime.
"Ah she's one of these goodie two-shoes types, super loyal to her husband, polite as all get out but I tried to flirt with her once, and she just ignored me like I wasn't even there. I know a girl like that, in the right circumstances she would be hell on wheels in bed, and I'm dying to hear her beg to get fucked, so out of character you know," replied John.
"Well, o.k., I'll fix her drink during the welcome concert, shouldn't take long and she will be pawing at you like your dick is the cure for cancer!" said his partner with a laugh.
LATER THAT DAY -
As Annie stood in the lobby reading down the itinerary for the days training events she ran down in her head exactly what she needed to work on, she heard a voice calling to her to let her know it was almost time for the opening.
"Excuse me Mrs. Hill, you should take your seat in the private suite for the start of the ceremonies," said John.
Annie looked up and frowned when she realized the word's had come from the man who was to be her chaperone for the day, this was her second event at Garner and Harvey, and as luck would have it, she had drawn John as her escort again. He had made a point of hitting on her the last time she was here even after she mentioned her husband. Happily married, Annie had very little patience for that type of behavior.
"Yes, thanks John, I'm ready," she replied curtly.
John led her up two flights of stairs to a small private suite with four chairs across a balcony looking down onto a stage from above. A single door led in with a door to the right leading to a private lavatory and an ample space behind the chairs where the security would stand, and they sometimes put catering tables.
On the table today was a large carafe of fruit juice, and she poured herself a cup as she took her seat, a little surprised that she had the suite to herself, but this was specialized training so not a lot of folks would likely attend. As she sipped at her juice, John took a position just behind her near the door, she felt him eyeing her slightly, and she winced at the memory of his last awkward come on when they had been here before.
The event opened with a brief forty-minute free concert from a local pop band, and she settled back to try to enjoy the music as she adjusted the hem of her dress and sat in the comfortable cushioned chair. The music was reasonably good, and she found herself tapping a toe and moving her head in time to the beat as the band started playing. The only thing that began to bother her was how warm it seemed in here; she didn't remember it being this stuffy in the auditorium last time around.
For the next several minutes the band played, and she kept time with the music, but the growing stuffiness continued, and she tried drinking more of her juice to compensate. As her cup ran empty she felt a presence next to her and looked up to see John holding the carafe standing over her.
"Would you like some more, Mrs. Hill?" he asked calmly.
"Umm, Yes, thank you, John," she said holding her cup up for some more cold juice.
John poured the liquid while Annie noticed how rugged his features were and his dark green eyes they sure were cute, gorgeous in fact and he was quite handsome wasn't he, how did she not notice that before?
As he moved away, she watched the ripple of muscles under his long-sleeved white shirt, and she felt a small thrill at the thought of being held by a pair of sturdy arms like that.
