Jesse and I had worked together at the ad agency for about a year. She was the account executive and I was the lead creative. Truthfully, we were a pretty good team. She had a good head for the media side of the business and I knew the strategy, creative and production. It was a good pairing of strengths and the client seemed quite pleased.
Jess was also going through a stressful time as her son was headed to college and was having trouble with that transition, her hot little 16 year-old daughter was coming of age as a cheerleader and her marriage to a real mook had come apart. Since we worked together every day I heard all that went on and commiserated. My own marriage was not the best and we were working through a separation.
We had spent the past two weeks working late getting material prepared for a client trade show and flew off to Atlanta to work the show. As we headed down the airport concourse I couldn’t help but watch her walk just ahead of me. She had a great sway and a terrific butt. For a 40-year-old woman she was very well put together. She had told me once that she’d had breast reduction surgery and from the tight shirts I’d seen her in, the doctor was more sculptor than surgeon. Her figure was perfect. Long legs, great curves, perfect C-cup breasts and a beautiful face, framed by dark red hair. Plus she was fun to be around and a pleasure to work with.
The trade show was a trade show. We’d done several of these and a couple for this particular client so everything was old hat, until the third night of the show. Typically, we always dined with the clients but they had a major prospect show up unexpectedly and we were dumped to our own devices. We decided we’d just grab something there at the hotel and head to our separate rooms, but once inside the restaurant everything sort of moved in it’s own direction.
First off there was a problem in the kitchen – a gas line had been cut somewhere, the ovens were out and they weren’t serving hot food. So we simply rerouted to the bar. We took a table and ordered drinks and began to munch on the trail mix that passed for bar food. The band was good and we sat and listened and shot the breeze and soon two and a half hours and several rounds of serious drinks had passed. Jesse, I noticed, was lit and I was working on a decent buzz myself.
I needed to get some food in me so I asked Jess what she wanted to have for dinner and she leaned across the corner of the table and put her hand on my thigh. She looked at me with an enormous pair of exotic brown eyes and in a very sultry voice said simply, “You.”