BUSINESS TRIP

PART 4

“YOU OKAY?” BRAD was still working on his ribs. Trying to eat them in a refined manner was taking forever. He’d gone through a few more beers in the process.

“I’m fine.”

“You ran off and then you were gone for a while. I thought maybe you were sick. From all the booze.”

“I had to pee, really badly. Then Sam took me into a back room and he f****d me. Up the ass. So it wouldn’t break the f*****g rules.”

“Yeah, right.” Brad waved an empty bottle. He was getting hammered. Not that she was anyone to talk. He didn’t believe her. Maybe it was for the best. She wondered if she was still gaping, if she should give him a little peek at how she had been impaled.

“Tell you what. You can come back to the same room and we’ll do the same thing, if you don’t believe me.”

“Should have said that a few beers ago.”

What a lame f*****g excuse. “Come dance with me at least.”

“You want me to dance? You must be really wasted.”

“Come on.” She tugged him out onto the dance floor. And he could dance, after all. Nothing fancy, but his rhythm was fine. Of course he was a musician. She kept herself in check this time and they danced with each other, letting her lead. “You’re not bad.”

“It takes a lot of booze. Want some dessert?”

She glanced at her watch. “Is that shop going to close?”

“At dawn.”

“Okay.”

“Another beer?” The bartender was still there. “Here’s your purse honey. I didn’t think you wanted it on the stool like that.”

“Oh thanks. I think we’re ready for dessert.”

“Sure thing.” He handed them the dessert menu.

“I’ll have the bourbon pecan pie. And coffee.”

“Ice cream?”

“No thanks.”

“Baileys?”

“No thanks.”

“And you honey?”

“I’ll have the chocolate martini.”

“Excellent choice.”

Brad was glaring at her.

“What?”

“I’m going to have to carry you home.”

“You’re a fine one to talk.” Her drink came, a huge martini glass filled with brown fluid and topped with whipped cream.

“Oh my God.” Brad started to laugh. “It’s like the tomato soup with gin sauce I got over in Germany one time. We were over there for a user meeting and somehow I wound up at a table with the Scots. They were the only ones I had trouble understanding, their accent was so thick. Anyway, we’d already had a couple of rounds of beer by the time the menu arrived. There was this soup, tomato soup with gin sauce, and I thought they boiled off the gin. But no, they poured it in at the end. It was like a huge hot Bloody Mary with the beer chaser.”

“It’s good. Want to try some?”

“No thanks.” He had already finished the pie. “Want to get going?” They paid up, splitting it. More than the meal limit, that was for sure. No more blowout dinners this week. Worth it though.

“Enjoy your meal?” the bartender asked as they were leaving.

“To the hilt.” Ann said, and she gave a little wink.

“I’m not going to make it to the hotel without peeing.” As soon as he stood up Brad realized how full his bladder was.

“This way.” Ann led him back to the restrooms. She was ready for another stop. Especially, if they were going to spend some time at the adult store. Her butt was sore. Had she done it some damage, pushing back harder and harder, until suddenly that huge c**k had breached some inner barrier and vanished within her? No bleeding, that was a good sign. More c*m still working its way out. God, she was a slut. Who was he? She pulled the card out of her skirt pocket and gave a little gasp. How many pretty girls had gone before her? Hundreds, maybe thousands. She might not even be the only one this evening. But he liked her enough to give her his card, to tell her where he was staying. He wanted to see her again. That had to be special. Very special.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabbed Brad’s arm, dragged him down to the door of the privacy room. But it was locked. What would have happened if it had been locked before? “Oh, never mind. Let’s get going.”

To the adult store then, which was open, but almost empty. “Go look at the tapes. I want to look at the toys.” There was a get lost tone to that. Okay. Whatever. Brad was in no mood for a tape tonight, but who knew what tomorrow would bring? Might as well grab one. Anal Adventure. Yeah, that sounded like it would suit his mood. He went back to pay to find Ann holding a bag.

“What’d you get?”

“None of your beeswax.” She grabbed the tape and snorted. “Figures.”

So they went through their respective doors into their respective rooms, and Brad locked his side of the side door to make sure it stayed that way. He looked at the clock by the bed. It wasn’t all that late, He wasn’t all that sleepy. Okay, maybe he would watch some of the tape, maybe take his clothes off which he was going to do anyway to rinse off. He loaded the tape. It wasn’t even rewound properly, starting in the middle. Oh well, what did it matter? He wasn’t watching for the plot. And the dialog was mostly f**k me, f**k me harder, with a lot of moans. Trashy, even for a p**n flick. Still, he was transfixed. A tiny white girl, taking a huge black c**k. Up the ass, of course. Had Ann really done that, her flesh somehow stretching to that enormous width, her bowels somehow taking in that huge rod? He was playing with himself, not that it would do any good. He was way too drunk for that.

There was a knock on the side door. “What?” He went over to it. The fact that he was naked and at least semi aroused did not faze him as he cracked it open. “What?”

“I heard the tape playing. You were saying it was more fun to watch with company.”

Okay, maybe they’d just sit side by side and she could bring herself off. That wouldn’t be so far out of bounds. The fact that he was naked, that the part of her he could see through the half opened door was naked … well hadn’t they been naked on the beach? And they had watched each other? He probably could even lick her p***y and how different would that be from what his wife had done?

“Well, are you going to let me in or not?” She more or less shoved her way into the room.

“What the f**k?” She wasn’t completely naked after all. She was sporting a large strap-on dildo. A really large one.

“It’s a surprise. For you.”

“Oh. You want me to f**k you with that thing?”

“Other way around.” There was an ottoman in front of the easy chair. She pulled it over to the TV, draped the towel he had left on the chair over it. “Bend over this.” She looked at the tape, started to rub herself behind the harness for the dildo. Yes, it had been just like that, what she had seen in the mirror. Suddenly she knew she needed to do it again. Soon. “Let’s go back a bit. Okay, now you’re going to pretend you’re in the movie.”

“As the guy?”

“No, as the lady. What is she feeling as she gets it up the ass? As it enters her flesh.” She pressed the dildo against his little pucker and nothing happened. Damn, this wasn’t going to work after all. But he reached back to spread his cheeks and voila. Had he done this before? Not something she was going to ask, not right now. “As it plunges into her.” Just like it had with Sam, the thing stuck part way in. But he was reacting to it, gasping a little with each stroke. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. Go faster.”

With that, she pressed harder, until he gave a little yelp as her pelvis slammed into his butt. Damn him. She was going to f**k the s**t out of the bastard. Every once in a while Evan would be like that, pounding into her as hard as he could. Not often enough for her taste. “Like that?”

“Go faster.” He was almost coming, strangely, from behind his balls. But not quite, not quite. He tried to reach underneath his belly to find his p***s. Useless, squashed and shriveled.

“Don’t do that!” She gave him a slap on the butt to deter him, and he sighed in pleasure.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” She pulled his butt up so she could crouch over him, putting her full weight into each thrust. Not that it was much, probably half of what Sam had been able to use on her. She pulled out most of the way, and slammed back into him as hard as she could. Again, and again. God, what was the matter with him? This wasn’t fun any longer. Her arms were aching. Her pubic bone was getting bruised.

“Okay. That’s enough.”

Finally. She pulled out and went back to his sink to rinse things off. “Here.” She handed him a wet wash cloth. “Wipe yourself up.”

He frowned at how it came back with brown stains, and went over to the sink to rinse it.

“That was interesting. Like a whole body o****m, and it lasted forever.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“You okay? You want something?”

“Dear heart, my butt is sore. My c**t is chafed. I know you aren’t going to f**k me in my p***y because that would be breaking the f*****g rules.”

“What about your t**s?”

“What about them?” Useless things, except to show off some cleavage. Guys liked to stare at them, but that was about it. Maybe if she had a baby they’d be good for something.

“You never tried to come that way? Well, always a first time.” He urged her over to the bed, on her side, and began to play with her n*****s. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her boobs that much attention. Back in high school, it had been a big deal, until she let Evan get at her p***y and that was the end of that. His mouth was on one breast, one hand on the other, the other hand running lightly up and down her spine. Her c**t was twitching, as if it were being nibbled, but without irritating the chafing. And her spine was tingling, more and more, as his hand worked its way down to her butt. It touched her tail bone and she started to shiver. “Take your time,” he whispered. “Let it build.” The hand was below her tailbone, teasing.

“Please, please.”

“Please what? Do this?” He ran a finger gently around the puckered ring of muscle, and she came.

“That was different. Wow.”

“Under other circumstances I’d continue.” He didn’t have to explain what would happen next. “Not tonight.”

“I think I’ve had enough. This is more s*x than I get in a month.” Ann stretched lazily. “Time to call it a night. Breakfast when?”

“Seven?”

She glanced at the clock. It was already after midnight. “Make it seven thirty.”

* * * * *

SEVEN THIRTY SHARP there was a knock on the side door. Brad opened it and there was the old Ann, meticulously coiffed, demurely dressed, very businesslike. She had put the genie back in the bottle, for the moment. Had she been like this all along? Hiding her wild side, at least at work?

“Just how do you think you come across, dear heart?” She was reading his look. “So very very upright, so respectable.”

“Creeping respectability. The curse of middle age.”

Middle age? No. Middle aged men had bald heads and beer bellies. Both of which Evan was starting to sport in his early thirties.

“I brought stuff for the lake. Figured we could go straight to work.” She opened a tote bag to show a cover up, a pair of water shoes.

“Can I use your bag?” He retrieved the tee shirt and jogging shorts he had dumped on the AC, the slip on sneakers beneath them on the floor, and dumped his sweaty slimy stuff on top of her nice clean cover up. “What?”

“Nothing.” Typical male. How long does it take to domesticate one of these slobs? Apparently twenty years is not enough.

One advantage of coming down later, the breakfast area was nearly empty. Still, they were a few minutes late getting to the office.

“Tough night?” Ned was looking at them with a twinkle in his eye.

“The night was fine,” Brad answered. “It’s the morning after the nice night that’s the problem.”

“Ain’t that the truth. What about you, honey?”

“Too many Zombie Revenges.”

“Yeah I heard you two went over to the Bayou.”

He’d heard? Someone from work had seen them there? Had seen her dancing?

“Hear you’re quite a dancer,” Ned added, and she was ready to look for a hole in the floor to crawl into. Well, hadn’t she announced that she was going off to Hippie Hollow? What was worse about being seen in the nightclub?

“College cheerleader.”

“Really? My daughter was a cheerleader in high school and she wanted to do it in college, but man oh man. If you were a cheerleader you were expected to help recruit. Know what I mean? And the coaches wanted you to audition.”

“Our school wasn’t that way. At least, not that I know of. Oh, hi Katie.”

“Hi Ann. Want to get some coffee?” That was her clue to escape. Brad could hear the two of them giggling before they had reached the elevator.

“So Brad ol’ buddy, tell me. Did I do you a favor? Did she actually go to the lake with you?”

“Yep.”

“Take her clothes off?”

“That’s what you do there.”

“With you there?”

“I parked her with a friend while I went swimming.”

“What’s she look like naked?”

“Skinny. Great abs. Boobs don’t need a bra. All over tan. She likes to sunbathe nude.”

“Really? Little lady’s got a wild side.”

“Definitely.”

“Nate said he was over at the Bayou. Said she was dressed like a hooker and dancing like a stripper.”

“Yep, she definitely was letting out her inner slut.”

“And you were a good little boy?” That was enough to provoke a blush. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“So tell me what happened.” Katie had steered Ann to the furthest corner of the cafeteria. They were leaning together, whispering. “Did you get him to f**k you?”

“I f****d him. Up the ass. With a strap-on.”

“You what? Oh the bastard, serves him right.”

“No he loved it. Wore me out.”

“Oh I bet his butt is sore.”

“So is mine.”

“What? He did f**k you, after all? Up the ass?”

“Not him.” Ann pulled the little card out her purse.

“Oh my God! Sam! I actually did it with him, a couple years ago. Not up the ass, though. No way in hell. I can’t believe you let him do that to you.”

“I asked him to.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Do tell.”

“Well, I was going in to Brad’s room to tell him I was ready for dinner.”

“You had his room key?”

“No, we were next door to each other. There was one of those side doors. The kind that locks from both sides. I told him to leave his side unlocked.” She saw the smirk on Katie’s face. “Well, after being together at the lake, there wasn’t that much point in modesty, was there?”

“He gets you rooms together like that?”

“Never. He even tries to make sure we’re on a different floor. But I moved mine.”

“Before you went to the lake.”

“Yesterday. The other one was too noisy. Right by the elevator.”

“And you just happened to move to the room next to his. With an inner door. You know what, Ann, you are one conniving little bitch.” Katie started to giggle.

“Really, I didn’t mean it like that.” Ann sighed. “Well anyway, I get the door cracked open a bit, and I realize he’s on the phone. With his wife.”

“Oh boy, I bet he had some explaining to do.”

“Well it seems she did also.”

“Ooh, this is getting really juicy. Do tell, do tell.”

“Well, the first thing I heard was him saying if it’s not a c**k in your p***y it’s not breaking the rules.”

“He said that, to his wife?”

“He did. So I think that was in the back of my mind. Then he said don’t worry about Ann. She’s like a sister, a daughter.”

“He said that?”

“Yep. You know what Sam said, when I told him that?”

“What?”

“There’s such a thing as i****t. He really helped me out. He’s the one who gave me the idea to buy the strap-on. At the adult store.”

“Sounds like you had quite a night.”

“Oh there’s more, lots more. Let’s just say I had more s*x last night than I get in a month.”

“You really want to marry this guy, if he’s already such a dud?”

“I don’t know. I thought it was just the way things were. But you know what Brad told me? He and his wife have s*x every night they’re together. After twenty years.”

“And he goes for a swim every afternoon.”

“You mean he might just be that systematic? No, I saw him in action yesterday. He has quite a s*x drive.”

“Oh. Do tell, do tell.”

But Ann glanced at her watch. It was time to try to get some work done. They got up. As they got back into the elevator, she remembered the thing she really wanted to know. “Katie, did Sam give you a card like mine?”

“No. I’ve never heard of that happening. He must have really liked you.”

As the afternoon progressed it got more cloudy. By the time they got out of work there was a light drizzle. “I’m not going over to the lake,” Ann said. “Not in this.”

“Don’t want to get wet?” As far as Brad was concerned it was still swimming weather. Well into the nineties, no wind, no thunder. “Okay, what do you want to do then?”

“Just drop me off at the hotel. Give a call when you get back, or I’ll leave you a message if I’m doing something else for dinner.”

“Something else?” No answer to that one. In fact, Ann was very distant on the drive back. She took her stuff out of the trunk and went into the lobby. He hung around long enough to see her going to the front desk. What was up? Well, none of his beeswax, as she would say. He gave a little sigh, and set off to go back to the lake. There was a little sliver of blue in that direction. Maybe the sun would come out after all.

* * * * *

“THERE’S NO ONE by that name staying at the hotel.” The desk clerk was almost frosty, dismissing Ann.

“He gave me his card. He said he was staying here.”

“He gave you his card? Let me see. Just a minute. Where did you meet him?”

“At the Bayou. Last night.”

The clerk got on the phone. “Your name, honey?”

“Ann.”

“Ann. Says she met him at the Bayou last night. Look, you can ask her that question. He gave her a card. She showed it to me. Okay.” The clerk turned back to Ann, handed her a gold key card. “Use this to get up to the penthouse. They’ll be waiting for you.”

What am I getting myself into? She had visions of a huge orgy, Sam lolling naked by the penthouse pool surrounded by groupies. But when the door opened at the penthouse level there was an older woman in a black suit waiting to greet her. “Hello, I’m Rachel. And you are?”

“Ann. Ann Lindsen. You aren’t what I expected.”

“Well you aren’t either honey. You don’t look like his type at all. You two weren’t talking business over at the Bayou?”

“No. We were dancing and f*****g. I wasn’t dressed like this.”

“Imagine not. Well, we do try to keep a handle on what ol’ Sam is up to. Not that there’s much hope of it. As long as you’re here you might as well fill out some paperwork. Save us the trying to track you down. Come on in.”

They went into what looked like a very ordinary office. “Since you’re here, you might as well give the answers to me and I’ll just get them directly into the computer. Is there an 'e' in your first name?”

“No.”

“L i n d e n?”

“With an s.”

“White? Obviously. Lutheran?”

“Good guess.”

“Married?”

“No.”

“Good choice, as far as I’m concerned. And your age?”

“Thirty-three.”

“Really.”

“I don’t think he had any idea I was that old. I wasn’t acting too mature last night.”

“Well honey, we all have nights like that. The girls we deal with have all had a night like that.”

“I guess.”

“So you had s*x with Mr. Minton.”

“Yes.”

“What kind? Oral, vaginal, anal, other?”

What would other be? Ann remembered what Brad had done with her breasts and butt. “Just anal.”

“Honey, you are definitely an outlier. This happened where?”

“Over at the Bayou. In the privacy room.”

“Last night what time?”

“Maybe ten to ten thirty?”

“And the s*x was consensual.”

“Yes.”