The February 2025 Devin’s Babe of the Month is Roberta, a famous booth babe that staffs tradeshow booths in Las Vegas. I don’t think it is a mystery why she’s so popular with the sales guys working those booths. Everyone just can’t wait to see her. Now won’t it be interesting to hear her side of what it’s like being a popular booth babe that companies pay top dollar to have stand next to their booth simply because she’s so fucking hot?
So let’s kick this story off with a few quick normal shots of Roberta, and you’ll notice it is not just her large breasts that draw you in, she’s got some of the most stunning eyes ever.
They call us booth babes. Some say it like it’s a compliment. Others spit it out like we’re some kind of disease. I don’t think about it much anymore. After eight years of working trade shows in Las Vegas, I’ve heard it all, been called it all. But the truth is, I’m just a woman making a living, same as anybody else.
I’ve sold enterprise security software, augmented reality headsets, cloud-based analytics tools. For three days straight, I once stood next to a massive LED screen looping the same demo of a fintech dashboard while a sales guy rattled off metrics about fraud detection. Another time, I spent an entire week explaining the benefits of a new fleet tracking system to truckers who mostly just wanted to tell me how pretty my eyes were. I do love when men think I legitimately have a career selling for that company and so they try to impress me with how smart they are. That’s usually pretty cute, and while I’m paid to look like I know what they’re talking about, I usually have no idea.
I don’t pick the products—I pick the jobs. The agencies call me because I draw people in. It doesn’t really matter what I’m selling; people want to talk to me. I’ve got the curves, the dress, the hair, the eyes, but more importantly, I have a personality. I know how to make people feel important. I listen. I laugh. I make them feel like they’re having a real conversation, not just another sales pitch.
Still, I’ve always wanted to work the car shows. That’s the big time. The lights, the cameras, the energy. But the car companies want a different kind of model—taller, leaner, more high-fashion, more average soccer mom type. I’ve learned not to take it personally, but sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to stand beside a new concept car instead of a monitor playing yet another product demo for another hot new software that won’t exist in 18 months.
Being in this business, I get offers. Some of them are subtle, others… not so much. A man in a perfectly tailored suit once offered me ten grand to “just have a drink” in his penthouse. Another group of execs wanted me to “join them” at a private party, no strings attached, just a little fun. I’ve never taken the money, never gone through with it. Not because I judge anyone who does, but because I know my worth. And my worth isn’t measured in how much a man is willing to pay to spend time with me off the showroom floor.
The hardest part? The constant, never-ending attention. Men hitting on me is just background noise now. I smile, I deflect, I humor them because I know how fast rejection can escalate. But I’ve figured out how to also keep things professional. Usually. I can take it, but I see the way they treat the women who actually work for these companies and are only out doing this a few times a year—the marketing associates, the sales reps, the product specialists. Young women trying to prove themselves in an industry that still doesn’t always take them seriously. They come into the booths, wide-eyed and eager, and within hours, they’re dealing with the same comments I’ve been hearing for years.
I’ve spent more nights than I can count at the hotel bar with these women, talking them through it. Reminding them they’re more than just a face with legs and breasts. That their intelligence and hard work matter. Some of them need the pep talk, some of them don’t. Some women come in with ironclad confidence, shutting down inappropriate comments with a single look. I admire them. I wish I had been like that at their age. I wish I had gone to college and been able to work at one of these companies full time, providing more than just personality and eye candy.
To the young women in marketing and sales: Don’t let this world make you small. You belong here. Your ideas, your expertise, your drive—it’s what makes these trade shows work. If a man crosses a line, call him out. Find allies. Stand your ground.
And to the men? Look, I get it. You see a beautiful woman, you want to talk to her. That’s fine. But remember why you’re here. This is business. Show some respect. A compliment is one thing; a lingering stare or an inappropriate comment is another. Be the guy who uplifts the women around you, not the guy who makes them dread coming to work.
At the end of the day, I love what I do. Not because of the attention, not because of the money, but because I’ve learned how to navigate a world that doesn’t always know what to do with a woman like me. And if I can help another woman do the same? Then maybe, just maybe, I’m doing more than just selling software.
I decided to model nude for Devin to get it out of my system, and maybe one of those guys who saw me out there will be able to get something out of their system as well. Wink wink.
xoxo Roberta.
