by Naomi Penn
This convention was an important part of their internships. It was networking and headhunting for the biggest companies in medical and micro-bio engineering. It was a cutting edge and very cutthroat field. Susan and Davis shared a very specific set of experiences that made them understand each other in ways their families and their friends never could.
He squeezed her hand and felt the warmth of her body against his knuckles. She had not pushed his touch away yet, so he lingered.
Not everyone in the program was invited to this weekend. Not every program in the country had anyone invited and there weren’t that many programs to begin with. This was their one shot and they were nervous to say the least.
Missing the turn for the hotel convention center twice had made Davis upset. Even if Susan was playing it cool, he knew she was in knots as well.
“Sorry I’m edgy. We’re going to do great. You’ll do great. This is our moment and we will do whatever it takes to secure our future this weekend. This is huge for us.”
The light turned green and he rolled forward still holding her hand.
“Thanks, Davis, but reminding me how huge it is isn’t really helping me calm down.”
He laughed and squeezed her hand again. “We are in this together, Sooze. We will help each other be successful. No one else has what we have.”
“Hold on to the wheel before you miss this turn again.”
He let go and put both hands on the wheel. She hadn’t exactly pushed his hand away from her lap, but the effect was the same and it stung a little deeper. “Thanks for the vote of confidence there.”
She laughed quietly. “I’m just helping you succeed.”
“Ha. Ha.” He made the turn on Palmer Avenue.
“The parking lot is the second turn, but before the service road,” Susan said as she pointed through the windshield.
“I thought I’d circle the block one more time. Sound good?”
“Stop it.”
***
He smiled and pulled into the lot. He went back a dozen rows away from the hotel before finding any empty spot. As he pulled in, he saw three other convention notices scroll by in red on the electronic marquis near the lobby doors. There was nothing about their event. He felt a wave of fear and nervousness that they were at the wrong hotel. And then he realized it was a closed event and they had no reason to advertise.
Davis thought, they don’t need us; we need them.
Realizing they were in the right place, but why the convention wasn’t advertising made him more afraid.
He balled his fists in his lap.
Susan reached over and closed her hand over the top of one of his fists. This was the closest she had ever been to touching him below the belt and he shivered.
“We do have this. What did you mean when you said we have something the other candidates don’t though?” she asked.
He opened his fists and held her fingers between his. He tricked her fingertips down over his crotch. Her fingers twitched and rolled his cock through his slacks. She didn’t pull her hand back. Susan rolled her fingers weaved inside his. She rolled him again, but he was already stiffer and harder. She had to feel it, but she still wasn’t pulling her hand back.
Davis was having trouble concentrating on answering her question. “Um … I meant that we have each other. Everyone else is coming here among competitors that want to destroy them. Even people from their own school – maybe especially people from their own programs – are here to beat them. Everyone else in there is totally alone. No one is truly rooting for them. We have each other and we are ahead of all of them no matter what happens.”
She leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. Her hand rested heavy on his crotch as she supported her own weight. He held her face and slid his tongue in tasting her mouth. She kept kissing him. Her hand actually tightened in his lap and gripped his stiff cock.
Is this really happening, he wondered.
She pulled away from his kiss, but still gripped him with her fingers laced through his and holding stiff over him. “I’ll do whatever needs to be done to put you over the top, Davis, and I know you will do the same for me.”
He leaned over and kissed her some more.
She finally pulled away and let go of him. After her hand was gone, he questioned whether it had really happened at all. Maybe not do anything I need you to do exactly, he thought, just what I need to get a job.
He tried to remind himself that the plan of getting the job had the reward of getting her too. It wasn’t exactly a tit for tat situation, but there might be some tit at the end of the tat. They were sharing a room. It was a room with two beds, but still. He pictured himself jerking off in the shower a lot this weekend like most weekends. They had put up a notice about not masturbating down the shower drains on the walls near the mirrors in the dorm shower. Davis honestly thought he and his relationship with Susan was most of that problem.
They stepped out of the car and crossed the parking lot. He put one hand in his pocket and tried to casually bunch out his pants in the front until his raging boner subsided. He thought about baseball and ice cubes. It was going down slowly.
She took his hand and held it which did not help much. He swung his bag over in front of his crotch as it hung down from his shoulder. They walked into the lights outside the hotel lobby and he resigned himself to being introduced to new employers with a hard on. She dropped his hand right before they went inside. He wasn’t sure what that was about, but it did the trick. He shriveled up and took his hand out of his pocket.
They got the room and took their bags up. He sat on the bed that was his and opened his mouth to ask her to sit down, but she spoke first.
“There’s a mixer starting soon,” she said. “We need to go down and mix.”
She stepped into the bathroom to change. Davis just straightened his pants, shirt, and tie. She walked out in a simple black dress.
Davis said, “Wow.”
***
What he thought was, I’m going to need a bigger bag to cover up.
She smiled and ran her hands down under her breasts, over her stomach, and over the curve of her hips. Why was she doing this to him?
“Well, thank you, sir,” she said. “I’d love a job in your offices overseeing your labs for six figures starting. You want me to do what for the job?” Susan opened her mouth and mockingly covered her lips with one hand. “Well, I’ll do it just this once, but my boyfriend his here somewhere. Can he join us?”
Davis’s mouth dropped open and he shook his head. “What the hell are you saying, Sooze?”
She dropped her hand and shrugged. “Just practicing. I want to be ready for anything. Just in case.”
“You are absolutely killing me.”
She laughed. “You need to take a cold shower before we go down.”
“Maybe.” Davis shook his head again. “I’m going to need a few drinks, if you plan to have me join you with some old, crusty CEO.”
“I was picturing him as a more rugged, mature type, you know?”
“Killing me, girl. Absolutely killing me.”
“We said we’d do anything.” She winked and turned away from him. “We’ll call it plan B for now. I’ll give you the signal, if it comes up.” Susan held her fist up in the air and twirled it around.
“Do the executive for the job signal … I got it,” Davis said. “Maybe a pounding fist motion would be better.”
He watched her ass move under the black dress as she walked to the door.
Susan opened the door and twisted her body so he could see her ass and her untouchable breasts from the side. “Let’s go get all networky and drunk, player.”
He licked his lips and nodded because he couldn’t find his voice. He decided if there was any opportunity, even the slightest opening, to have sex this weekend, he was going to pounce on it. This convention was about landing the dream job. He was going to land all his dreams, if he could.
She nodded back and they walked dow
n the stairs to the ballroom. The lights were low, the music was just loud enough to let talking still be possible, and people were already getting their drinks. Davis and Susan followed suit.
They stood together much of the night on the edges of conversations. Other young prospects circled the room either looking like lost sheep or some species of hungry shark. The power brokers mostly talked to each other. Davis suspected the young things on their arms knew little about medical administration or bioengineering. He did suspect they were being paid far more than him at the moment, so who was he to judge.
“And they are getting more sex too.” He mumbled.
Susan put her hand on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear. “What did you say?”
He took a deep swallow of scotch. He might be able to drink six figures worth of booze, if it was open bar all weekend. Susan’s breath smelled like she was trying. Maybe she would be nice and loose by the time they went up to bed, if she didn’t pass out.
“Nothing. You want me to fill you back up, Sooze?”
“Sure.”
He took her empty drink, but halfway across the room he stopped and set the empties on an unoccupied table with dozens of others. He went to the bar and ordered two more.
“One is for my girlfriend.”
The bartender shrugged as he handed them over. “Sure, dude.”
“No, really. She’s over there.” Davis motioned with one of the glasses. He saw Susan chatting it up with an older, rugged, mature type in a suit that looked like it cost more than their combined tuition. The silver-haired fox handed Susan a card and leaned close to her as he spoke in the dark. She was looking down at the card and smiling as she nodded. She brought one hand up to brush a strand of auburn hair away from her face. Davis had a moment of fear where he thought she was going to actually give the twirling fist pounding motion signal.
“Dude, I don’t care. Drink them both or don’t. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Enjoy.”
Davis waved the drinks at the bartender without looking at him. “Yeah, um, thanks. Okay.”
Davis absently sipped from one glass and then the other as he crossed the room. The silver fox peeled away by the time he reached Susan. He saw one glass was empty which he did not remember finishing. He handed Susan the other and popped a piece of ice into his mouth which he crunched loud enough to hear over the music. He knew from psychology classes that crunching ice was a sign of sexual frustration.
He crunched a second cube.
“Who was that, Sooze?”
She slipped the card inside the top of her dress as Davis watched. The card was getting more action than he was. “Desmond. He is an executive with MGC.”
“Who?”
“Desmond, he’s …”
“No, I heard that part. Who is MGC?”
“Meta-Gyn Corp, Davis. Come on. They are in all our textbooks.”
Most of their textbooks were digital, but they still called them textbooks for some reason.
“I never read those.” Davis winked and crunched a third piece of ice.
“I wouldn’t lead with that when we go up for a meeting.”
Davis froze in mid crunch. “Meeting? You got a meeting with Meta-Gyn? What kind of meeting?”
He pictured the fist pounding twirl and Susan bent over a desk by the rugged executive. Davis crunched more ice and thought about baseball.
“We are meeting with the head of the company up in their corporate suite. Just you, me, and the big boss. There are only a handful of these invites all weekend and you and me got one.”
“Both of us?”
“That’s right.”
“With the head of the company?”
“That’s what I’m telling you. What’s the problem?”
“Why us?”
***
“Because we have something none of the rest of them have and I am looking out for you, player. We are going to wow him and make it big and on the first night too.”
She drew close and he thought she was going to kiss him. She took a drink instead and he crunched his last piece of ice.
“When is our meeting?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“No, not how long. I said when is the meeting scheduled?”
“She held up her hands and said, “In thirty minutes.”
“Tonight?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“We’re drunk, I think.”
She laughed and took his empty drink away. “You want to tell him we can’t make it?”
Davis swallowed and shook his head. “No way. This is the chance of a lifetime.”
She slapped him on the butt and started walking. “Well, come on.”
He followed behind her watching her ass. A butt slap? Could he have gotten away with that? He wanted the interview, whatever it turned out to be, but he wanted to get Susan back to their room while she was still in the butt slapping/ drunk/ not passed out yet state.
As they got into the elevator, they went up seven floors silently before they were alone.
Davis sighed after the other guest stepped out leaving the two of them. “We should have stopped on two and went to the room for mouthwash.”
Susan snorted. “Yeah, because that will fool him.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t throw up, Davis.”
“I won’t.” He watched the floors light up number by number above his head as they ascended. He thought he might now that he thought about it. “What if this guy wants … stuff.”
Susan laughed. “I was joking about that.”
“But what if that’s how it works?”
“Then, I call top and you get bottom.”
“I’m serious.”
“Well, get serious about getting hired, Davis. You’re being weird. It’s such a double standard anyway.”
“What do you mean? What double standard?”
“If some hot, female executive wanted to do you for a job, would you want me to stop her?”
“If only.”
She turned and narrowed her eyes at Davis. “Stop it. Don’t mess up this opportunity for me … for us.”
“Okay.”
The elevator dinged a couple floors shy of the top and they stepped out. Susan read the signs and led Davis around the corridors. They reached the door to one of the lounge suites. The silver fox Desmond was waiting and smiling. It really was a nice suit. Maybe Davis should let him have his way with Susan. She might do him next out of guilt.
Desmond opened the door and waved them in, but closed it without following.
***
A woman that looked to be just shy of forty stood up from a sofa in a red dress that was a couple sizes shy of being the right size. Her breasts bulged up from the top and as she walked, Davis could see the definition of both her ass cheeks and the split between. She had dark hair down straight and long around her back and shoulders.
Davis looked around for the executive this paid girl went with. Maybe she was one of the pre interview perks. Davis was loving Meta-Gyn’s style already. They all shook hands.
She said, “Thank you for coming. You are my first interview.”
Davis and Susan exchanged a look.
Susan said, “Thank you.”
“I’m Martha Seller. I’m the president and CEO of MGC. You two caught my eye right away.”
She sat back down on the sofa and crossed her legs. Davis swore her dress was going to split. He could see high up her legs and had yet to spot panties.
“I don’t have our resumes with us. I can e-mail them after we finish here,” Susan said.
She was doing far better than Davis who realized he was just staring.
“I know everything about everyone here,” Martha said. “I don’t waste time having people retell me things I could already know. Sit, please.”
Davis and Susan looked around them. Other chairs were across the room. They started to walk.
“Don’t go all the way over ther
e,” Martha said. “Sit here beside me. One on each side.”
Davis and Susan complied. Martha put her arms across the back of the sofa behind them so that her cleavage spread and they could see down with no evidence of a bra.
“We’re impressed by your company,” Susan said.