I work for a major automotive/powersports accessory manufacturer, and on occasion I go to races or car shows and work the display booth to offer support to customers/racers.
On Saturday I worked the Cruisin for the Cure car show at the Orange County Fairgrounds in SoCal ( i.e., lots o' hotties walkin' around).
Anyway, I'm standing at the booth with the rig driver, and this couple of fine looking girls walks up and starts asking some questions about what our product will do for their cars. Of course, I had to help out, it's the gentlemanly thing to do, you know?
The one who really caught my attention was an olive complected beauty with dark hair, a cute smile, and a gorgeous set of... personalities, which she proudly displayed. The more we talked, the more she leaned on the counter, and as it was a warm day, I could actually see the small beads of perspiration that were teasingly rolling into her "valley of wonder".
Between Robert (the driver) and I, we talked with her and her friend for about fifteen minutes, and they even hung around as we answered questions for some other people. Before they left to check out the rest of the car show I had already given them a goodie bag with key cahins, decals, lanyards, and even my card and wrote on it to have her call me personally at work if she had any questions.
Robert and I stood there and watched them turn around and walk down the fairway, and as I watched this hot lookin' babe in a beige top and black mini skirt walk away, the one who I had been drooling over with her awesome rack and tanned gorgeous legs up to her neck, I noticed that she had a tatoo across the top of her back, that was totally visible through her open back blouse.
It was a tat' of an AR-15, snapped in half at the barrel!
HOLY CRAP ! I'd been flirting with a freakin' crazy ass anti !!!!
I stepped into the rig and summarily beat my head against the racking as Robert laughed his ass off at me.