CHAPTER THREE
The Wholesale Grocer's Convention was at its height and Victor was on his fifth bourbon and water and it was not yet three in the afternoon. He looked around the smoke filled hotel room hoping to see the big titted blonde who had come in with Charlie Thompson from the southern office. That was the one thing Victor liked about these conventions . . . there was always an endless supply of p***y available. He wandered across the room to see what was going on. He got the come on from several good looking pieces, but he had his sights set on that big blonde b***h.
When he got to the bedroom of the suite, it was jammed to the door with people and he could tell by the noises seeping out of the room that an exhibition was going on in the bed. He fought his way to the front of the c
