Strictly Business

This is the second part of "Strictly Business." Check out the first chapter for more on the characters.

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The "business center" at this hotel was nothing more than a tiny room with an old desktop computer and printer, but it was a room in the lobby, far away from the third floor, and right now that was all that mattered to me.

The moments after my phone made a terrifying crash onto a metal plate between the doors to our adjoining, and then bounced up and clanked off the door to Chase's room, were something of a blur. Terrified of being discovered, I reached down and grabbed my phone, quickly and quietly closed my side of the adjoining room doors, grabbed my keycard, slipped on my slides, and rushed out of my room. I turned left down the hall, rather than to the right to risk crossing in front of the peephole to my boss's room, and took the stairs down to the main floor.

How could I have been so stupid? What was wrong with me? From the moment I'd heard Chase and his wife, Beth, having phone sex next door, I should have turned away, put in my earbuds, and scrolled social media. But no, like some kind of perverted freak, I had to jill myself off while listening to them. This was my boss. My boss and his wife, a woman I consider my friend. I'd violated their privacy while I violated myself, and then like a true idiot came so hard I lost control of myself and made my presence pretty fucking obvious.

I kept anxiously looking at my phone, waiting for a text from him. He had to have heard that, right? As I was scampering away, he probably had jumped out of his bed and opened his side of the adjoining rooms. Even if he didn't know I'd been listening to them, he probably thought I'd fallen. Maybe I was hurt? Was he calling the front desk to search my room? This was a nightmare.

Breathe, Gwen. Breathe. You're spiraling.

More than 30 minutes had passed since I got to the business center and I'd barely moved. Now, finally, I was reminding myself to breathe. Slowly. In and out. In and out. Think, Gwen. There are explanations for all of this, right?

This all started when I realized I didn't have enough copies of our report, so let's take care of that, shall we? That's it! That's the story. I realized we didn't have enough copies for the meeting and I left my room to make some. The door to my room - the actual door, not the weirdo adjoining room nonsense - just closed really loudly. Did that startle you, Chase? My bad! And then I was just down here forever making copies because this computer is really old. This could work. I'll gather the copies, go back upstairs, and into my room like nothing happened.

The elevator dinged and I walked into the hallway, down toward my room, past Chase's door. I took an extra beat outside my own, like I was having trouble with the key. Nothing from his side. I went inside, closed and locked my door, and sat on my bed. Five minutes, 10 minutes, nothing. See, he probably didn't hear anything after all. It was all just louder in my head because I was panicking. It's fine. Everything is fine.

I drifted to sleep, trying not to think about looking him in the eye at breakfast in the morning.

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"Good morning, Gwen. Sleep well?"

Chase sat at a table with a cup of coffee and blueberry muffin in front of him. Everything seemed normal, so let's go with normal.

"I did! Well, at least when I finally got back to my room. I realized I'd forgotten to make extra copies of our report and came, uh, walked down to the business center last night to get that taken care of."

"We could have done that this morning. You should have just texted me last night."

"I thought about that, but what if the printer here didn't work or something, and we'd have to go out and find a shop? I wanted to be sure we were good to go and not in a rush."

"You're always going the extra mile. Thank you."

"Of course! How about you? Do anything interesting last night?"

What a stupid fucking thing to say. You were in the clear, Gwen. Shit!

"Do anything? No. I talked to Beth for a while and then passed out. Travel just takes it out of you, ya know?"

"Don't I ever."

Phew!

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The rest of the day went well. Our meetings were fantastic. The work we were doing was really paying dividends for our stakeholders, and we had the numbers to back it up. Just one more day of this nonsense, to outline our plans for the next quarter, and we could go home.

Things between me and Chase were good, too. There wasn't any hint of weirdness, no sign he suspected anything from last night. He even caught me checking a guy out after one of our meetings, rolled his eyes, and laughed.

Dinner conversation was normal. Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

Except I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about hearing him and his wife on the phone. About how passionate they sounded. About how hard I came. I was horny as hell.

We got back to the hotel, said our goodnights, and left each other until the following morning, but I was in no condition to go to sleep. I tried a cold shower. Isn't that what they say works? Well, it doesn't. Every time the washcloth brushed my nipple or went anywhere close to my pussy, it was like my body was struck with a jolt of electricity, plus I was freezing.

No, I was going to need to take care of myself before I'd be able to get a bit of sleep tonight. Not that it was a problem. Been there, done that, many times.

Including last night, you freak.

I dried off, put on my PJs, grabbed my laptop and turned toward the bed. I stopped. Looking over my shoulder, there it was. The door to our adjoining rooms. That's where it happened. I had to admit, that was a powerful orgasm last night. One of the best I'd had in a long time.

Do you think they do that every night? Is Chase over there, right now, stroking his cock while Beth urges him on, spouting filthy things into the phone?

What the fuck is wrong with me? Go to bed, Gwen. You've taken care of yourself without that kind of help before, and you can do it again.

But I was drawn to the door. Before I knew what was happening, I had it open, standing silently, listening for something erotic.

Nothing. I pressed my ear to the door, straining to hear any sign of life. Nope.

Ah, fuck it. I quietly closed the door and got situated in my bed, loading up my favorite porn site on my laptop. What, you think I'm a prude?

My interests were pretty widespread and my selection depended on my mood. Sometimes it was rather vanilla. Sometimes a little girl-girl scene would get it done, not that I was so inclined personally. Other times, times like now, I needed something rough. Hard. Filthy. A gangbang? Four guys just ravaging some chick? Something extra dirty is where I turned when I felt as charged up as I did right now.

Instead I was scrolling through the threesomes. The MFF kind. I stopped when I read the title, "Married couple invites a third." I clicked and settled in, my fingers idly circling a nipple as three naked bodies filled my screen. They wasted little time. The women started off taking turns sucking the guy's cock, before the scene cut to one of them getting fucked missionary while the other straddled her face, getting eaten out while she kissed the guy.

With one hand giving my nipples some love, my other went to work between my legs. I'd been wet before the porn started. Now? I was absolutely soaked.

The trio on the screen grunted and moaned away. Now, the girl who had been getting eaten out was being fucked from behind, while she and the other girl 69'd. Then the guy started alternating between fucking her pussy and shoving his cock into the other girl's mouth.

Both of my hands were between my legs now, two fingers shoved inside me, while the other hand worked my clit.

I raised my hips off the bed and fucked myself harder, biting my lower lip. I was breathing heavily now, moaning loudly, losing myself in the moment. The sounds of sex filled my senses, and I closed my eyes.

"Fuck me harder, Chase."

I heard her voice in my head, Beth's voice, urging her husband to fuck her.

"Yes, baby, your pussy is so tight. I love fucking you."

Chase's voice. I pictured them, fucking, like they were on the phone, only I was there, too, in the room, watching.

And then it was me. Suddenly, I was the one being fucked. My head rested on Beth's legs as Chase plowed into me. "Fuck me Chase," I said aloud. "Fuck me so deep."

My hands were a blur between my legs. I was close. So close.

"I'm cumming. Fuck! I'm cumming! Don't stop now," I shouted. "Fuck me, Chase!"

My body went rigid before releasing in the most satisfying way, and everything began to slow down.

The scene on the screen had ended a while ago, I guess. I never saw it, lost in the fantasy in my head. I closed the laptop lid and the room plunged into darkness. I shut my eyes, a satisfied smile on my face, and quickly fell sleep.