Christy Works the Show

The trade show was going on mostly uneventfully.

Christy had shaken many hands, flirted even more, and relished how Iris seemed to be getting more passive aggressive and jealous as she became second fiddle for attention at the booth.

Periodically when the crowds thinned enough to look across the aisle Christy would blow a kiss towards Sue, almost always provoking a blush in response. There was talk of meeting at a local bar for drinks an hour after the show ended, Christy had already recommended her hotel to several people.

With deepest assurances of its quality, capacity, and most importantly, great drinks. Many of which she mentioned were on special.

As she talked to a couple more execs about her booths products, she made sure to keep one of her hands fidgeting with the seam at the bottom of her dresses almost gratuitous V neck slit. Where the dress itself showed every curve her body had to offer seamlessly, the deep V affirmed the fullness of her breasts, their side cleavage balancing perfectly separated, and full.

Occassionally as she would guide the transfixed eyes there up with her hand as she would brush it through her dirty blonde pixie cut. She smiled contentedly and often added in innuendo and double entendres, playing with peoples minds and making them wonder just what her meaning was. She hoped they illicited the dirtiest of thoughts, all actions she more than lived for now.

The occasional inappropiate proposition often was replied to with her hotel and room number, an open invite to call her and schedule to get together before she left town. Although now, now she wasn't sure she'd ever leave town. Earlier in the day her response would have just smiled and excused herself, creeped out by the propositions. Now though, well that could be the Idol's next venture.

At one point as the booth sat empty from the ebb and flow of execs circling the show Iris came up behind her. "I don't know what you're playing at cunt. But I'll make sure you go down." Iris growled under her breath, careful to make sure the booth managers saw nothing but a delicate whisper from one staff member to another.

"I find your jealousy flattering. If you want to look up to me so bad, might I suggest you eat me out on your knees later." Christy replied with a broad, almost predatory grin. "You know, in private. I'm not sure if you're comfortable showing the whore you really are in public."

Iris went rigid with fury. She stomped a heeled foot and resisted the urge to slap the insolent bitch, who dared to usurp her. Knowing full well she had to regain composure before the next wave of visitor to the booth she marched off to the washroom.

"Is everything ok between you to?" Tulah had always been a great guy, more often then not he had gotten Iris off of Christina's back when Christina had really been feeling put down.

"Yes, actually things couldn't be better. She was just saying she looked forward to meeting up after the show for drinks at my hotel's bar." Christy replied grabbing her purse from where it was stashed in a pedestal. Popping it open she quickly pulled out a card for the hotel and handed it to him.

"There's supposed to be a great deal on drinks tonight. A couple of the other girls said they'd come too." Christy continued, she lied a bit about the other girls. She had only actually talked to 4 of the girls from the washroom so far. But each one ended with a friendly handshake and a corrupted business card. Something to haunt them, and tug at their lurid curiosity.

"I'll think about it. I'm going to be here pretty late. This show is only for tonight and we need to get the booth on the truck and out of here by midnight." Tulah replied, he often showed up only towards the ends of such after parties. It was a consequence of his role as the booth manager. He'd stay and supervise and help with tear down and packing up the booth and products. Then wait for their turn to pull their truck in to load and vacate.

"Well, promise me one thing then. At the very least come visit me in my room. I could use one of your pep talks after dealing with Iris in an environment where she'll be free from the constraints of being on the show floor." Christy asked with a sigh and slight frown.

"I'll see what I can do." Tulah replied.

"Great. Give me a second I need to hand one of these to Sue over there. She was a great help with pre-show make-up and wardrobe." Christy then commented, returning her purse to its concealment and dashing across the aisle.

****

Iris inspected the washroom to ensure it was empty. As soon as she was sure of her being alone she growled and screamed incoherently to the room. She couldn't believe the audacity of Christina, she had done that bitch so many favours letting her work alongside her.

Iris had actually asked specifically for Christina to work with at numerous shows in the past. Mostly out of a self serving principle of having someone easily put down, who also felt inferior and had no back bone.

Leaning on a sink Iris stared into the mirror and muttered to herself angrily. She was going to get back at Christina. She didn't know how, or when but it was coming.

Something moved behind her.

Turning around Iris reinspected the room, the door hadn't made any sound, and there were no feet on the floor in any of the open stalls. Iris felt goosebumps surge across her body as she turned back to the mirror and saw Christina behind her.

Spinning around the room sat empty, not a soul.

Iris began to think she was tripping herself out when she felt the hands on her shoulders. Looking to both her dress straps she saw no hands present, but she could feel, and see the impression of hands moving down the straps over her shoulders, migrating slowly across the palms eventually gently cupping her breasts.

Swinging around she found no one there, but in the mirror she could now see Christina. She stood in front of Iris' reflection, slowly peeling off her dresses straps and cupping her exposed breast.

Tina kissed out to Iris from the mirror, enjoying as the woman stared in shock at the ghostly presence in the room. Peeling the dress down her body Tina stepped back into full view, turning to display her smooth perfect skin and curves, before sliding one finger, very visible across her pussy and inserting it into Iris' reflections mouth.

Iris could taste something tantalizing suddenly, her anger had vanished in the momentary terror of the haunting of the room, and the inexplicable image in the mirror. But now she felt her whole body being groped seductively by her dress. As the idea of tasting that finger again lingered.

With a blink of her eyes Tina had disappeared from the reflection, as Iris recovered from her daze she rushed back to the booth. Fighting new images and thoughts that now danced in her head.

As the rest of the show went on she could swear her dress groped her passionately almost every time she looked at Christina. She thought nothing of it, as the night came to an end and the usual conversation of where everyone was meeting for drinks she debated whether to push for the regular haunt near the Convention Centre.