A Very Expensive Evening

I was attending a conference in Houston where I met up with the salesman for a company that I'd done a lot of business with. He was interested in a night on the town, and he invited me to join him. By the time the conference was over for the day, he had put together a group of five to go have dinner and then out to a club.

Apparently the dancers recognized him because as soon as we walked into the room the two that were on the stage screamed, jumped off the stage screaming, and ran over to hug and kiss him. And because we were there too, we got drawn into the hugs and kisses as well. Not a bad start!

As we're walking over to a large table the manager hastily moved over to the stage for us, the salesman notices another customer sitting in the back corner of the room. "Come and join us," he says and won't take "no" for an answer. The guy clearly did not want a front-and-center seat, but reluctantly he joined us.

The salesman obviously has an expense account, and he's buying beer and lap dances for everyone. And of course, all the dancers are spending as much time as they can at our table - sitting on our laps and getting very, very playful.

But the guy from the back corner is having none of it. He was a very large man, and he just sat pushed back from the table, with his arms crossed, and a frown on his face. He wasn't drinking, and he wasn't having any dances.

Well, three of the dancers got together and decided to do something about this. Two of them got on either side of his chair, took of their tops, and started wiggling their boobs in his face while the third girl crawled under the table, reached up, and grabbed him by the balls. He was so startled, he leapt up from his chair, lost his balance, and came crashing back down - literally! The chair broke into a dozen pieces, he's lying flat on his back on the floor, and everyone is just laughing their heads off.

This was clearly not what he wanted, so after struggling up off the floor, while fighting off any offers of assistance, he storms out of the club. The manager sweeps up the broken chair, and we go back to having a blast with the girls.

But it turned out to be a very expensive evening for the salesman. I saw him the next day at the show - he had just lost a huge order he was hoping to get from the guy in the corner. He should have left him there.