The deal was very significant for our growing company. Our years of
research had resulted in a product that was finally taking off. The size of
deals and the kind of companies that did business with us were starting to
get better and better. This was the result of a lot of hard work by the
company executives like my boss, who had personally come to the customers
town with me to close the deal. She was extremely committed to the company,
and had relocated to India, leaving her family behind in the US for the
couple of years she expected it to take, to make the comapny successful.
For an almost fresh business school grad like me, working with someone like
her was a valuable on the job training experience.
We were meeting the customers in the restaurant of the hotel
where we were staying. It was one of the two swankiest hotels in that
small town, with its liquor license being its prized USP, around which
revolved its successful bar business. My boss and I had dressed smartly
to impress the clients, and when they showed up, it was evident that we
made a favourable impression. At first my boss walked them over the
major aspects of the deal, and took my support to cover the finer
details when needed. Finally the customers got friendlier, as they were
comfortable with the terms, and we resolved to complete the paperwork
and other formalities the next day.
We ordered drinks to celebrate, and my boss whispered to me to
make sure I kept up with the clients, because they set great store by
such things. I did, and noticed that my boss was trying too, which was a
surprise to me, because she usually didnt drink. Luckily for me, the
senior folks on the customer side got drunk pretty quickly, and they
began to say their goodbyes. After the last one left, I turned with some
relief to my boss, only to notice that she too seemed pretty high. She
saw my concerned look and giggled, “I can’t get out of here. I need
help”. I put one of her arms around my neck, and held her waist with the
other. We lurched towards the lift. She was on the plump side, and was
leaning heavily on me. As we lurched through the hotel passage through
the corridors, she had bumped against me all the way. I had a hard time
keeping her from falling, having to grab her from every possible angle
to keep her on her feet. I had rarely even shook her hand till that day,
but by the time we reached the lift, I knew what almost every part of
her body felt like.
I somehow got her to her room, and asked her for her key. She
mumbled, “In my pocket”. I saw she was not going to help, and I put my
hand in her pocket. It was deep, and while I searched around, I couldnt
find it. In the process, I unintentionally touched her thighs and
crotch through the thin material of her pockets, and she audibly giggled
each time. “The other pocket”, she said. I switched with some
embarassment, thinking she could have told me earlier. It wasnt there
either. “Back pockets?”, she said, looking at me archly, and putting her
arms on either side of my neck. She leaned forward against me and I
reached behind to search her back pockets while still propping her up.
Her ample breasts pressed against my chest, and she wiggled as my hands
slid across her ass searching for her pockets. “You dont have back
pockets, maam”, I said finally. SHe giggled, “I know, my dear. I just
loved having you search for them. Its in my purse”. She opened her purse
with her head still over my shoulders then leaned back jast far enough
to give me the key.