Contest Submission:  Cowboys

With the economy being fragile, it was no surprise when the Boss told us in a staff meeting that we were cutting back on the number to attend the Spring Conference in Dallas.  I felt extremely lucky to be one of those selected to go, along with a close buddy of mine from Sales and Marketing.

Her name was Viv and she was a real character, a high-energy personality that suited her sales and marketing work.  Vivacious, intelligent, and a body that wouldn’t quit. She wore the tight clothing that revealed the perfect curves that she had both above and below her tiny waist.  She slapped me on the butt as we left the meeting, saying “What happens at conferences stays at conferences, y’know” with a conspiratorial wink.

In Dallas, the final closing reception of the conference was in the grand ballroom of the rather grand hotel, with several hundreds of people milling around in party atmosphere.  The organizers had done a great job with the cowboy theme with the air and lure of Texas, with decorations, music, and lots of folks in costume to set the tone of the Texas Wild West.  There were set-up bars around the walls and in each corner of the room, and drinks were flowing freely.  Viv and I stopped at one of the bars for fresh ones, and behind the bar was truly a Texas-sized cowboy. 

Tall. Very tall.  He was “Over 6’7” he said smilingly, when Viv asked how tall he was.  Handsome, rugged looking.  She had had more than a few drinks and all inhibitions had been set free, what with the volume of booze coupled with the fact that we were far away from company pressures and politics.  She was flirting with the Big Guy openly, and he was savvy enough to flirt right back with her as he prepared the drinks.  Viv went on to tease him with “How big did you say you were?” line of questioning with the obvious double entendre.  When he smiled that “Everything is in the right proportion, Ma’am.” she opened her handbag and teased him further, “A hundred dollar bill for you to prove that.” And he laughed it off, just as she did.  We drifted away.

Later in the evening, I returned to the Big Guy cowboy again, without Viv, for another drink. The crowd had thinned and there was no one at his station and he smiled in recognition when I approached.  He asked where my wife was, and I was able to tell him that Viv was a business colleague and not my wife.  We chatted about her outgoing personality and her sexual flirtations as he smiled and said “She is a character, really interested in the size of things” as he sort of adjusted his crotch to make his point.  Feeling the drinks myself, I said “Yea, she gave me the $100 to see if I might have any better luck than she did.” 

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