Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2007 18:52:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lacie Babenco <lacie_babenco@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lesbian story - Encounters - Business Trip Part 1 of 3

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Business Conference Part 1

Las Vegas -- Sin City -- For some reason, and it's pretty obvious, our
nation loves to hold conventions here.  I'm on my way...

What a trip.  The flight we took was all the warning I needed to know that
I was headed for a rough 5 days.  Every year, we head to Vegas to `press
the flesh' with an endless line of dealers.  I could script the entire
frickin' thing from start to finish, the first few hours, rush to the room,
rush to the convention to setup.

Then, get together with the supervisors I have and listen to the endless
questions they decide to throw at me.  Heaven forbid these people lose me,
I swear, they have no idea what is going on half the time, they just have
the connections that save them on a daily basis.  Then, parade in every
possible sort of person who is in our dealer network and give them the
latest and greatest.  Never mind that they are likely drunk and only
thinking about the festivities later in the night.  Oh, and being a woman,
I get stuck because they want to look at my tits the entire time I'm
talking, they want to touch me, they want to do anything but talk work.
Life's grand.

So, its controlled chaos, my bosses begin the trip by freaking out about
the minutia they know nothing about to begin with.  I try to answer the
questions they have but it's nearly hopeless because it's a dance, a dance
where they want to show that they care, but they really don't, they just
want to know that I have the answers if it's necessary.  So it all I can do
to manage my senior "babies".  At least, I've experienced it before so it's
not a shock when the questions fly fast and furious.

We're late.  The fucking plane took its merry time getting out of the gate,
weather slowed us and by the time we landed, we're 90 minutes late.  So
it's panic central the entire car ride.  I should have taken a separate
limo, everyone is in crack berry mode, checking messages, speaking in
incomplete sentences that you need a decoder to understand anything of
value.  GRRRRR!

We get to the hotel and check in -- and everyone wants to get to the
convention.  Somehow, we manage to get there and I'm dreading how this
lateness will affect me -- no food -- no rest -- extra work --
"hoo-fucking-ray" I think to myself.  I get 10 minutes to go to my room,
only enough to see what the plane has done to my hair and business suit,
ugh, flat and drab, excellent.  I do my best quick tricks to revive my hair
and freshen my face and suit, I'll get by but it won't be pretty.  My mid
30's body is still in good shape from my crazy workout schedule that I live
by.  Fighting off aging is what I hope to win for at least the next few
years.

Fortunately, we get a ride to the convention that is fast.  Finally, a
break!  We enter as a group and I go to our location to begin setup.  One
of the men in my group is great and helps me setup.  I think he wants to
use our time here to get in my pants but he's not my type at all.  The last
thing I need is an office affair, no thanks.

Our fearless leaders show their true colors, finding the worst possible
time to offer help and we shoo them away.  They begin the smiling and
handshaking as we pull out brochures, show the interactive kiosk and all
the details that back our new approach to marketing online this year.  I
step out-front to face the sea of men who will endlessly not give a shit
about what I have to say.  They will listen but the entire time, they are
thinking about how they can get me back to their room.  I swear if their
wives knew I had room keys put into my hand as often as I do, I'd rake in a
finder's fee from the divorce lawyers of America.

So it begins and I nearly grow numb as the day is well into being 14 hours
old by dinner time.  I've only had some random snacks the entire day and
every ounce of my bod wants to get the hell out of there and make my way to
my room for a bath and a break.

Then, someone walks up to the kiosk I've never seen before in my previous 5
years at the convention.  Standing in her white 4" pumps, she is a vision
of beauty.  Equal parts stunning and classy in her beauty; she was dressed
in a tan business suit with a dangerously sheer white blouse underneath,
sheer white stockings to match.  She's likely in her early 40's and in
tremendous shape with long legs and a fit body that is the product of great
bloodlines and endless hours in the gym.

It's amazing to see her because she walks with an almost force field space
around her.  Have you seen a woman who's so beautiful and intensely,
inherently powerful that men and women alike give her space because they
can sense it?  That is how she moves through the crowd, the sea parts for
her!

She moves with liquid grace as her form steps right to me.  A smile that
brings the warmth of the desert right to me in this man-made oasis I can
only look at her silently.  She is in front of me and I can feel the spirit
of her as she looks into my eyes.  Her scent is exotic, perfume that is
just enough to announce her presence but not overwhelming to drive anyone
from her space.  In what seems like an endless eternity next to her, she
finally speaks to me:

"Hello dear, Margaret, Communications Director for the Ardren Dealer group"
she says warmly with her hand extended.

Obviously a bit nervous: "L-Lacie Babenco" I stammer for a moment.  "Web
Strategy for Online Sales -- Corporate"

We shake hands as the entire world melts away from me as I look her in the
eyes.  Her handshake is feminine but powerful, a woman that knows where she
is going.  I'm spellbound -- unsure whether she is real or some force of
nature.  She is the CD of one of the biggest dealer groups we work with --
powerful for sure.  My superiors make their way over to us and try to
introduce themselves but she gives them a look and smile that disarms them.

"Look gentlemen, I am with Dan Ardren, and Lacie was just telling me about
the new strategy you have for this year, be a dear and let her go from this
dreadful booth."  She purrs with the smile of an assassin telling a victim
they have no choice but to say what she wishes.

"Of course Margaret, Lacie is our best in strategy."  My boss peeps out as
he's unable to play his machismo in her presence.

Looking down at his nametag, she smiles, saying: "Thank you -- uhm --
Reggie."  Margaret takes my arm and hooks hers and we walk away from the
booth I've been literally chained to all day.  We walk through the
convention slowly, arm in arm, two of the very few women in the entire
building of thousands.  Men give us space and respect that I'm not
accustomed to; it's as if I live inside her force field that protects us.

Margaret whispers as we walk: "This entire exercise is such a dreadful
bore.  We know your strategy is right on the mark, we plan on adopting it
fully, just so you know.  I have already talked to your bosses and think
they can't possibly be smart enough to have done it themselves.  So I have
my suspicions that you have been a bit more important to the entire process
than they let on."

Her voice is velvety smooth, my senses warm as I listen to her
not-so-subtle praise of all my hard work.  I can barely speak as we walk:
"It's been a very busy year and we all worked very hard."

Leaning in and stopping me from my canned answer, Margaret leans into my
ear: "Don't give me that `team' bullshit dear."

I blush deeply -- she has a way of cutting it through to the bone instantly
and I nod in response to her.  She puts her free hand on my forearm,
stroking it gently.

"Now, come with" she purrs with her charming smile.

I follow her like a helpless child -- turning at the end of a quieter part
of the conference, she pulls me to a spot between kiosks.  Suddenly, I
realize we are out of sight of everyone and a heated pulse of energy
courses through me suddenly.  Turning me to face her, I try to speak but my
lips meet hers.  I protest meekly as I feel her hand on the back of my
head, holding me close as we kiss.  Her hand flows through my red hair as
our bodies are close, but not pressing until her other hand moves to the
small of my back, drawing me in.  The pulse of energy courses through my
entire body, not knowing where to go as I feel so many sensations at once.

Giving in to her is so easy, so right and so necessary.  I feel my mouth
open as if she is calling to me from inside my body.  Her tongue slides in
and tastes me deeply.  My hands tremble as they hold onto her hips,
gripping tightly on her lovely form.  Her soft moan, mixed with her
wonderful scent and now, her amazing taste she is putting into my mouth is
overwhelming.  I feel my body respond to her touch as if she is in control
of me.  Our bodies press together tightly.  We don't compete; we compliment
each other as our bodies find the sense of pressure, friction and grace in
our unique way.

Our kiss goes on endlessly, with a world of men just a few feet away,
totally unaware that we are so passionately kissing.  It turns me on so
much, so fast that I feel my body respond with that warm -- wet feeling
beginning in me.

She breaks the kiss and I feel like a hungry animal, wanting more.
Breathing deeply, drinking in the erotic senses that she has stirred in me,
I feel like I can sense more and feel more in her presence.  It's as if all
my cares in the world are being swept away by this woman, and I hardly know
her at all but it feels so right.

"Good girl" she smiles.  I feel her hands on mine, hers so confident and
mine so nervous.  She does something I cannot believe, something that has
happened to me before but I've never acted on.  It's her room key.  Her
invitation.  Her desire given to me in such a direct way.  Men have tried
this with me each year and I have said "no" in each instance.

Tonight, I will say yes.

End -- Part 1