The Side Project

Chapter 13: Reed

Chapter 13: Reed

Non-Billable Hours

Non-Billable Hours

Author's Note: Hopefully this is clear, but chronologically this is what Reed was up to on the Monday described from Lexi's perspective in Chapter 12. Life is looking up for Reed. He's getting out from under the thumb of work and delving deep into new, more stimulating subjects.

I put on my favorite suit Monday morning and packed a small bag with casual clothes, ready for another big day. First would be a little chat with one of the senior partners I liked and trusted to get a recommendation on a financial advisor. Then what I was really relishing: my glorious resignation from the firm. I badly wanted to rub in Jimbo's face what an amazing time I'd had with Katrina the day before, but she had asked me to remain discreet and I would respect her wishes. Besides, why foreclose a possible avenue of fun at a time when I would have nothing but opportunities for fun in exchange for a fleeting moment of taunting revenge on Jimbo? The better course, obviously, was to just keep fucking his wife. The ultimate revenge.

I had rented a suite at the Marriott Marquis with a window overlooking the Texas-shaped pool for the evening. I had confirmed Katrina would join me there for lunch. She could not stay the night because of Jimbo, but I figured I might be able to call on Ashley, or even Marissa, to keep me company overnight.

For now, I had business to attend to. The morning crawled by, even though I hadn't bothered to get into the office until 9:30. My first meeting was delayed by fifteen minutes, but the information I got out of it was valuable. I had a rock solid financial advisor recommendation. And then the waiting game began. I had made a 10:30 appointment with Jimbo. When I showed up at his office, the door was closed, and I could hear his voice roaring through the closed door, probably grandstanding for a client. His secretary said she would ping me with a chat when Jimbo was done.

Eleven o'clock came and went. I started to get agitated. I needed to get to the hotel by noon. Katrina was supposed to meet me at 12:30. I didn't have time for Jimbo's favorite game -- the power play where he forced subordinates to wait around for him until he was ready. Well, I didn't have to play Jimbo's favorite game or any of his games anymore. So once 11:15 came and went, I just walked over to his office and opened the door. Predictably, he was no longer on a call.

"Reed, did we have a meeting?" he said, barely looking up from the notepad he scribbled on. The dinosaur still took all his notes by hand.

"Forty-five minutes ago," I said, curtly.

"The client always comes first," he said. "I think I can squeeze you in before my next call. Can't imagine it's terribly important."

"Yeah," I said, my tone hardening. "This won't take long."

"What do you need?" he asked, the impatience impossible to keep from his voice.

"Well, this isn't billable time, so I'm going to cut right to the chase, Jimbo," I said. I had decided to forego any grand speech. I had better things to do, and there was no reason to give this firm or Jimbo more of my time than they had already stolen. "Jimbo, I've had a change in circumstances. Today is going to be my last day at the firm. Actually, this is going to be my last meeting. I've got lunch plans that will take up the rest of my day. But I didn't want to just ghost you. Thanks for the experience. I've got new opportunities that will, uh, fill my time."

"You're not serious," Jimbo said, equal parts bored and indignant.

"Afraid I am, Jimbo," I said and stood up. "But you've got my cell number. Or your secretary does. If something is truly urgent, I may be able to carve out some time for it. But I'm really going to be buried for at least the rest of today."

"This is pretty sudden," Jimbo said, "but I've got to jump on this next call."

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. Always too important to be a human being. Jimbo was a classic lawyer to the end. Fuck him, I thought to myself. Then, as I buttoned my suit jacket and walked out of his office, I corrected that thought. No, I said silently, fuck his wife.

I stopped by my office to grab the single box of personal belongings that I'd packed earlier. I left my office access card and laptop behind. Walking out without them was perhaps the greatest feeling of liberation I had ever experienced. I'd dedicated years of my life to this place. Determined to make it to the top. Now it all seemed like a colossal waste of time.

Ten minutes later, I pulled into the valet at the Marriott Marquis, quite over such philosophical considerations. It was time to kickstart the next phase of my life. I grabbed my small overnight bag from the trunk and went to the front desk. I'd completed online check-in but still had to show my ID and pick up the room key.

I saw myself in the reflection of the polished metal in the elevator as it whisked me above downtown Houston. I smiled. I could see the relief in my face. Then I felt my phone buzz.

"Five minutes away," Katrina had texted. The message noted it was sent using talk-to-text.

"Room 2733," I texted back to her.

It was at the far end of the hallway, facing south. The corner suite had a great view of the Texas-shaped pool, along with a clear view to the east and the industrial mess of Pasadena. I was more crunched for time than I had planned to be, so I called room service and had them send up a couple appetizers and a bottle of Dom Perignon, only $375 plus an 18% service fee and some other charges. What did I care? I was rich. I was unemployed. And I was about to fuck my nightmare of an ex-boss's stunning wife.

While waiting for Katrina to arrive, I surveyed the room. The minibar would be a decent resource if the Champagne didn't arrive fast enough. It was a gorgeous, almost crisp November day in Houston. The sun shone into the suite. I put my overnight bag in the closet of the bedroom after putting my toiletries in the bathroom. There was a massive shower. Too bad it didn't have multiple heads, I thought, but it should still work nicely for a repeat performance of my last shower tryst with Katrina. That's when I heard the knock on the door.

I nearly bounded over to answer it. I pulled open the heavy door and nearly lost my breath. Katrina looked every bit of the trophy wife she was. She looked almost like she was dressed for tennis, but it was way sexier than anything you'd wear on a court. She wore a seamless skirt-top combination. The skirt was pleated and beige leather. The top was ostensibly a polo shirt in style but buttoned-down, with cream and beige stripes. It was stylish and incredibly sexy, especially combined with the four-inch heels she wore that emphasized how outrageously shapely her legs were. She had a large tote-style purse on her shoulder and stepped into the room with grace and confidence.

"Did you dress up all for me, Reed?" she said, her words dripping with seduction. "I love a man in a suit."

"I doubt you've had a shortage of men in suits around you," I said and greeted her by putting my arms around her waist and kissing her.

"Only a shortage of interesting and handsome ones," she said playfully.

"Well, all you need is one," I said.

"Today anyway," Katrina said whimsically. "But I've seen the suit, so now let's get you out of it."

Immediately, a different kind of tennis match got underway, one that required only one racket and two balls. I tightened my grip around Katrina's waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck. We melted way too easily into a deep kiss. Katrina was as eager and as hungry as I was. In a flurry of needy activity, she sloughed off my suit coat, then went to work loosening the knot of my tie. When it hit the floor, she began to unbutton my shirt. At the same time, I reached my hands under her leather skirt. Then I pulled back to grin at her -- she wasn't wearing panties, and her pussy had leaked all over her inner thighs.

"You've been wanting this haven't you?" I said.

"Ever since I left your apartment," she said.

"Not getting it at home, huh?" I pushed on the cheating aspect of this encounter.

"Almost never," Katrina said, and I noticed her tone became slightly acerbic. "He prioritizes his mistress anyway, but let's not talk about her."

I honored that request and started to pop open the prominent, wooden buttons that were on the front of her top. At the same time, she undid my belt and skillfully unfastened all the various buttons holding the trousers up. Katrina was no stranger to undressing a man in a suit, and I wondered briefly if I truly was the first employee of Jimbo's that she had slept with.

"I'd much rather talk about this big, beautiful dick," Katrina said.

I had wanted to start this encounter by showing off my oral skills to Katrina, but before I could even react she was on her knees again in front of me. Before I had a chance to protest my semi-hard cock was in her mouth and I was overtaken by the sensation of pleasure. This woman loved sucking cock, and she made that clear in no uncertain terms once again as she sank to the plush hotel carpet.

"I was really hoping to eat you out," I managed to say through my dry throat.

"Sure," Katrina said as her tongue ran along the underside of my shaft. "Let me get you warmed up, and you can see how wet sucking dick makes me."

"Fuck, Katrina, your mouth is outrageous," I said. "It feels so good."

"It's like tennis, Reed," she said. "It requires lots of practice. I'm dedicated to my Craft." She giggled at the double entendre reference to her spousal name.

She took me fully down her throat and started bobbing back and forth. This woman gave head like it was a joyous occasion. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. It was easily a top-five blow job I had ever received. Probably top three. Maybe top two.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned.

Katrina had switched from deep throating me to bathing my balls with her tongue and sucking them into her mouth. She used just the right amount of pressure and massaging. Okay. Maybe it was top-one in my blow job rankings. I let her continue for a couple more minutes, and I realized this could end embarrassingly quickly if she continued.

"I want to eat you out, Katrina," I said.

She immediately pulled her mouth off my cock and, smiling, said, "You're close, aren't you?"

I nodded meekly.

"Okay, handsome," she said. "Show me what you can do."

I hadn't managed to fully remove Katrina's clothes before she had blown me. So I started with that. The skirt went first, smoothly dropping to the floor, and my mouth watered at the sight of her perfectly smooth pussy. Her shirt, unbuttoned and framing her generous tits gorgeously, I left untouched, but the bra had to go. Her breasts were simply too magnificent to leave covered any longer than decorum would allow. I helped her to the bed, and she laid down, leaving her legs hanging over the edge.

The positioning wasn't lost on me. Twice now Katrina had dropped to her knees in front of me. Now it was my turn to be on my knees in front of her. That was not a problem. I knelt like I was about to worship at an altar. A blissfully sinful altar. I took a brief moment to admire Katrina's beautiful pussy. The compact lips and pink folds drew me in, almost as much as the glistening moisture that shone from her pussy to her inner thighs. Her body was begging for it, so I dove in tongue first.

Katrina was delicious. The faint scent and taste of a floral bath soap indicated she was hygiene conscious, something I now took careful notice of after my recent Ashley experience. Katrina was no Ashley. My tongue glided over her skin and drank up the nectar her body gave off. She indicated her approval with low, sexy moans. When I finally focused attention on her clit, her pleasured sounds raised an octave, and she put her hands behind my head, pushing me into her mound.

"God, Reed, yes!" she moaned. "Right there."

I didn't obey her. I let my tongue probe deeper inside her, then took long, circuitous licks up each side of her lips before flicking clit again. She noticed.

"You're a tease," she said.

"You taste so good," I said, then went back to work.

After several minutes of amused exploration, teasing her and bringing her to a higher edge of pleasure before backing off again, I finally focused on her clit. I made my tongue thick and drew circles around it, then flattened my tongue and gave long, smooth, slow licks across it. Katrina shuddered. I loved how much feedback her body gave. I could tell she was close, so I took a chance, which was motivated by wanting to find out more about her body and how it responded to various ... inputs.

In the middle of giving her several long, soft licks in a row, I snaked my middle finger inside her. She arched her back and moaned loudly.

"What are you doing to me?" she said, her voice getting deeper.

"The fact you have to ask that question tells me a lot about the sort of guys you've been seeing," I said confidently.

I probed inside her, feeling the wet, rough surface inside her vaginal walls. I never stopped licking, but I was deliberate and took my time. Just behind the ridge of her pubic bone, I found a magical pleasure spot.

"Oh fuck!" Katrina yelped. "Right there! I'm going to cum! Reed! I'm going to fucking cum!"

I rubbed that area, just behind the top of her mound, and devoured her clit with my tongue. It didn't even take a minute until Katrina exploded in orgasm. I couldn't help but smile as her body shook and her screams seemed to shake the hotel room. I hoped someone heard us. When she finally calmed down, her body twitching, I stood up. My cock was incredibly hard. I loved eating a woman out, and Katrina was one of the most enjoyable experiences in giving oral I could ever remember. She looked up at me, with my face covered in her essence, and sat up, finally shrugging off her shirt so she was totally nude.

"That made you hard, huh?" she observed.

"Always," I said. "Eating pussy is my favorite thing." Perhaps technically not true, but it was a line that had always worked.

"You better fuck me," she said, grabbing my chin in one of her hands. "Right. Now."

She kissed me hard. It was a long, lingering kiss, and it was eminently apparent that Katrina had no aversion to tasting yourself.

"You taste good," I said.

"I know," she said, her eyes dancing. "You should ask Natalie about that, too, sometime."

I laughed and said, "Well, Natalie's not here, so I guess I'll take your word for it."

"She's not here yet," Katrina said mischievously, her voice becoming singsong. "Fuck me, Reed. I'm so wet."

"Yet?" I said.

"Wet," Katrina said and stuck her tongue out.

She had laid back on the mattress and spread her legs. She put one hand on either side of her pussy lips and spread them apart.

"Please, Reed?" she begged. "Please fuck me? My married pussy needs it."

The fleeting thought of Natalie ejected from my mind, I pulled off my remaining clothing until I was as naked as Katrina and eagerly crawled between her thighs. I caught the clock on the night stand out of the corner of my eye. Room service would be here within 15 or 20 minutes. I didn't want our first round interrupted, so I decided to make it pretty quick. When I pushed into Katrina's tight pussy, though, I knew I wouldn't need to worry about that. The natural high from quitting my job coupled with the teasing foreplay of eating out my old boss's wife had put me much more on edge than I anticipated. Sprinkle in Katrina's sopping, tight opening, and the horse was out of the barn. There was no turning back.

"I love how wet you are for me," I told her.

"I'm a sexy little nymph, Reed," she said playfully. "I am basically wet all the time. It's just going to get worse knowing how skilled your tongue really is."

We laughed, and I kissed her while I built up a faster pace thrusting in and out of her. After a few minutes, she sensed my urgency, and I detected Katrina might have an agenda.

"Bend me over," she said suddenly. "I want you to cum. Get this first one out of the way, then we can take our time."

She kissed me as we changed positions. My hands found her breasts and played with them briefly. They were such glorious fucking tits. She got on all fours and wiggled her ass. She looked at me over her shoulder.

"Come on, stud," she said. "Fill me up like the slut I am. Give me what I crave."

I grabbed her hips, buried myself inside her, and fucked her hard and fast. This wasn't going to take long. And it was going to take even less time when she started talking dirty to me.

"Next time Jimbo fucks me," she said. "I'm going to close my eyes and think of you."

"Or just come fuck me," I said cockily and slammed into her hard. It made her yelp in pleasure. "That way you're associating my name with pleasure, not perpetual disappointment."

"Reed!" she moaned. "You are so much bigger than my husband."

"You know where to come when you need a real dick," I said confidently. I was feeling pretty good about myself hearing how much better in bed I was than my jackass former boss.

She cackled and responded only by fondling my balls. I was almost past the point of no return. Katrina, like the sex goddess she was, sensed it.

"Just let it go," she said. "I love feeling a real man cum in me."

I looked down and watched my cock glide in and out of her. Her tight pussy gripped me impressively. I watched her smooth, pretty asshole stare back at me. And, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, Katrina read my thoughts again.

"You like my pretty asshole, I bet," she said. "I got waxed a couple days ago. Do you want to use my ass sometime? I love anal. It makes me cum so hard."

"Fuck yeah," I bellowed, in response to her question and also because my orgasm hit me like a freight train. I pushed into Katrina as deeply as I could and let my cock pulse until it was completely spent. I didn't move until it softened, and we both collapsed on the plush, firm mattress.

"You are so fucking hot," I said.

"You cum so much," she said with a laugh, letting her hand come to rest on my chest.

We lay there, just staring at each other, for a couple minutes. Then we kissed for a while before she reopened the conversation. I liked how direct she was.

"You like the cheating part of this, don't you?" she said.

"A lot," I admitted.

"So do I," she said. "The best sex I've ever had has been when I'm cheating."

"You cheat a lot, huh?" I said.

Katrina just laughed and said, "I don't think I need to answer that."

"It's hot," I said, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck.

And then we were interrupted by the suite's doorbell.

"Room service," I said, leaping up from the bed. I scrambled to the closet and pulled on a bath robe, then closed the bedroom door behind me while I accepted our Champagne and snacks.

When the attendant had gone, I went back to the bedroom and told Katrina it was safe to come out. She didn't bother to put on any clothes, so I untied the robe and tossed it on the bed.

"Dom Perignon," Katrina said, giving a little whistle as she picked up the Champagne bottle and put it back in the ice bucket. "What's the occasion?"

We made eye contact and laughed. I went over and opened the bottle, pouring us each a flute nearly to the brim. I handed one to Katrina, and as she took a generous swig, I stared at her naked body. She truly was flawless. No tattoos. Even, light tan. She truly was like a model come to life. How had such a goddess ended up with a jerk off like Jimbo, I thought, and then banished his name from my thoughts. I looked her up and down one more time, and that's when it caught my eye.

There was a glob of cum covering her pussy lips, but what really struck me was the stream of cum rolling down both her thighs. I was mesmerized when I saw it.