What I do is to use the conference as a sort of springboard for a little vacation at Cancun, Mexico. I'll lie on the beach and work out a solution. Even if I can't work out a solution to my employment problem, I can at least get a tan.

I give my presentation Friday morning. The top-notch guys listen, but the guys who wait to talk to me afterward are second raters. I'll get written requests for more information. However, the guys with jobs to offer don't want to meet with me face to face. Screw it, I grab my suitcase and board a plane for Cancun!

I get to Cancun in the early afternoon and have to wait for my room. Fine, I'll just change in the mens room and lie on the beach while I wait. I put on a bathing suit, rent a beach chair and umbrella and buy the world's biggest tequila! I'm soaking up sun and tequila and feeling great for the first time in a long time. Nothing can spoil the golden mood I'm building. Well, almost nothing.

Some ass hole and his lady are having a real knockdown drag out, just down the beach. She starts to walk away and he tells her that he'll have her brought back. Ass hole boy screams, "...Even the swimsuit you're wearing is mine!" She takes off the top and throws it at him. Not one for half measures, she then takes off the bottom and also throws it at him. Finally, she stalks down the beach toward me.

I get up and reach for a beach towel. She sees me coming and makes cat claws of her fingers. I tell her, "They will arrest you for walking nude on the beach here in Mexico, a conservative Catholic country. It doesn't bother me, but why do you let them throw you in jail and waste the sun and the beach?"

The lady starts to hiss hate at me, but then the impact of my words sinks in. In a very small voice she asks, "May I have your towel, please?"

I give the lady the towel and she wraps it around herself. The fat ass hole she had argued with runs down the beach toward us and then begins to clutch at his left arm and collapses on the sand. A heart attack is just nature's way of telling us that we should slow down the pace of our life a bit. It's not a suggestion, it's an order.

Monique, the lady, doesn't notice the action with her previous companion and I see no reason to tell her, at least at this time. We walk along the beach for a while, sipping at my tequila. We also talk.

She takes a deep breath and tells me, "I was hired to come down here for a week. I was to be. ah. ... Mr. Smith's companion. For what he paid me, I was willing to do that. I wasn't willing to be his slave!" She then tells me what she was paid for the trip. The total cost of the lady for a week is about 40% of my yearly salary. She finishes by saying, "That's my story. I'm just a whore. What do you think of that?"

I smile and tell her, "For the kind of money you mention, you're a courtesan, not a whore. When I grow up, perhaps I'll have enough money to rent a courtesan. For now, I'll just have to enjoy talking to a courtesan."

The lady smiles her thanks at me. It's an even better glow than the tequila.

We reach the end of the beach and start back. As we get close to the spot, we see what's left of Mr. Smith being carried off by attendants for the resort. It doesn't look as if he's going to be coming back anytime soon.

I remark that I'll walk Monique back to her room, in case there's to be a confrontation with the resort.

She smiles at me and takes a really good look at me. She then asks me, "Do you know what a courtesan does."

I'm not sure what she's driving at so I tell her, "Well, I know one thing."

Monique laughs and says, "I can speak French, Spanish and English fluently. I can speak German and Russian passably. I can be the perfect hostess for a very swanky formal soiree or the perfect secretary for a private meeting of the titans. I can dress for the opera or strip to tempt your wildest fantasy. I can, as you Americans say, screw your brains out and I'm going to do just that! However, don't expect oral favors, I have had more than enough of that with 'Limp Larry.'"

I'm walking with a woman who looks like a real Hollywood movie star with a lingerie model body and she has just told me that I'm going to get screwed. I handle it like an accomplished world traveler playboy. The only reason I'm able to do this is that I'm too numb from the shock of my incredibly good fortune to jump, click my heels and babble like an idiot. Dame Fortune sometimes looks after fools!

We go up to their room, which is the penthouse at the top of the resort. There's a view of everything scenic the resort has to offer, but I can only see the lady. She drops the towel and I shed my swimsuit.

We get on the giant bed and fuck like two crazy animals. I come much too quickly, but I'll still remember the fuck for a long time. We cuddle for a while and she tells me that I'm a bad boy, for climaxing so quickly. She's a lustful woman and needs to be taken care of. However, she'll show me how.

If I have died, I have gone to heaven.

There's a knock on the door. I get up, wrap a towel around me and answer the knock on the door. It's the Manager.

He asks me, "What are you doing in this room?"

I smoothly tell him, "I'm comforting the poor lady whose companion has just had a heart attack, because he swam too far out and exhausted himself getting back to shore."

The Manager's face lights up. He says, "Si Señor! A most unfortunate swim. The lady would be willing to sign a medical certificate?"

I tell him smoothly, "The lady will consider signing in the morning, but she's much too upset right now."

The Manager bows and then departs.

I return to bed.

Monique says to me, "That was very well done. What is it that you do?"

"In my daily life, I'm an Engineer."

Monique looks at me with disbelief.

"As you can see, some engineers can actually function, apart from daily work."

Monique says, "Obviously!"

We then make reservations at a restaurant at the resort. We eat, we drink, and we dance. Life is good! Then, we go back to the room and Monique shows me how she likes it. I eat her pussy and then fuck her from a side-by-side position she shows me. Monique can use her internal muscles to incredible effect. I stroke until she's ready, then she brings me almost to orgasm with her internal muscles and I finish in a few, deep strokes.

When we're not having sex, we talk. Monique is unlike any other woman I have ever talked to. She knows a lot, but from the perspective of a total woman. It's what a courtesan does and Monique shows me a whole world that I never dreamed existed.

I also tell Monique of my trouble in my current world and why I'm in Cancun.

She doesn't respond, but I can tell that she's thinking about the matter.