The Sales conference

It was a warm summer evening in the landscaped grounds of an old georgian mansion. We alighted from a coach the company had put on for their annual seller awards, and most of us were already half cooked after drinking on the journey.

Like all the other men I was dressed in a tux and the women were all in their ball gowns or cocktail dresses.

Emma was dressed in a long figure hugging pink ball gown. It showed the shape of her ample chest and curvy butt. Her hair was tied into a tight bun that showed off her expensive earrings and necklace.

I've often thought it but she really did look like an actress from the 40s. You just don’t see women that exude that class anymore. Well, not many, anyway.

At first we mixed in our groups for the first half hour or so, but Emma soon caught up with me at the outdoor bar.

There was a real eagerness and a playful energy about her. It felt like she was making more than just an effort. I felt she was pursuing me.

We complimented each other and began small talk. Then suddenly, Emma said,"Hold this." She handed me her glass of champagne then took out her phone from her clutch bag. "I've never shown you, have I?"

"Shown me what?"

Emma beamed. "My modelling pictures."

"Oh… no, you haven't?" I had looked for them online and found some shots she had done for a high street fashion chain. But there were never anything too revealing. Always rather wholsome, a look she pulled naturally pulled off very well.

As she swiped through her modelling pictures my heart went from a steady beat to thunderous rush. I didn't know where to look as I was seeing a girl I had admired in skimpy beachwear. Her toned and tanned body looked every bit the beach babe. Her eyes a vibrant blue as she rolled around the white sand in a red two piece.

Yet, It was also a little sad to see she was living on past glories.

Emma then rested her weight against me, and asked, "So, what do you think? It was a shoot I did for H&M back in 2012."

"Erm… well, rather Impressive."

“Are you OK?” Emma giggled as she felt my cheek. "You're burning up."

"I'm doing more than burning up."

“Oh... Good to know I still have it.”

The call was made for dinner and we made our way to the lawn which was set as an outdoor dining room. Emma and I conversed as friends but I couldn't help but imagine her in a bikini she showed me in the H&M shoot.

And I think she knew what she had done. In a moment of silence Emma asked. "You look like you're daydreaming… what are you thinking about?"

"Erm… dinner, I’m starving."

"I have something else for you to whet your appetite.. But first let's snap a selfie." Emma shuffled her chair closer to mine. Resting her head against mine she snapped a picture of us both. Then several more until we looked like a loved up couple.

Emma then uploaded them onto her Facebook and Instagram. She glanced at me, noticed my nerves. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tag you.”

I didn’t say anything.

After the main course of the meal, something French I couldn’t pronounce, Emma began scrolling her phone once again before suddenly exclaiming, "Aha. There they are." Emma pulled me close so we were almost one. "Check out these." Leaning into me, I could smell her perfume as she guided me through an extensive gallery of her various lacy French underwear. In some of them she was cavorting with a handsome black guy, others with a delicately proportioned Chinese girl. In one shot Emma and the Asian girl were topless as they embraced and kissed.

Emma stroked my hand." What do you think?"

"Stunning. And quite provocative."

"Aw thank you.”

“Was that a porn shoot?”

“Excuse me!” Emma’s voice was raised in exaggerated disgust. She then laughed. “But almost. It was the Anne Summers Valentine collection 2014." I noticed Emma had left her hand on mine. Leaving it to linger. "It was a fun weekend."

"I bet it was."

Emma took a sip of her pink gin. She had been drinking fast all night night meaning she was well lubricated and now overly flirtatious. She whispered into my ear, "And just so you know… I got to keep all the underwear." Her lips brushed my earlobe, sending a shiver deep into my loins. "And I may just be wearing some tonight."

Guilt levels suddenly shot through the roof. Emma was openly inviting me to sin now. Still resting her hand on mine, making rude jokes and the like. If I wasn't married I'd be sure of scoring.

But I'm married.

And now I felt very uncomfortable. I withdrew my hand.

Emma retreated a little. And it went quiet for a while. She seemed to have finally gotten the subtle message.

After the dinner and long drawn out award ceremony, a band came on stage and started playing soft rock.

I made my way to the front trying to distance myself from Emma.

It seemed to have worked. Well, i thought it did.

But Emma b-lined over. Her eyes upon me once more. She draped her arms over my shoulders, then breathed into my ear. "So... Tell me..."

I turned to face Emma. "Tell you what?"

"When am I going to get that dance you promised me?"

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