The Agency Ch 28 A Benson Pt 02

"Are you okay?" Ashley leaned over and whispered, "You got really pale all of a sudden."

Ashley's words registered in my ears, but it took my mind a few seconds to process past my shock. I realized I still had a job to do and needed to shake this off the best I could.

"Yeah," I whispered back, "I'm okay."

Jonathan and Samantha were very touchy-feely. Even when their kisses stopped, one of them constantly had a hand on the other. I was trying my best to not let it bother me, but I knew the struggle would continue.

"Aww, aren't you two the cutest!" Ashley said, suddenly changing her tone from the disgust she had shown earlier, "How did you two end up meeting?"

I'm sure I knew the real answer.

"We actually met a year ago through some mutual friends. We hit it off immediately and have been dating ever since. I don't get to see her as often as I'd like, but we make the long distance thing work," Jonathan answered.

"So, Samantha, what do you do for a living?" Ashley asked.

"I'm a travel writer. I travel to different locations and write about each locale. It can be really fun work, but it is also very taxing," Samantha said with a smile.

"She actually just got back from Mexico," Jonathan continued, "She was exhausted when she got here. I don't see how she does it all. I travel one time and I'm ready to rest for a month and she is travelling all the time."

"She is tired because I wore her ass out," I thought to myself.

Ashley said, "That's so interesting! I love traveling. I'm actually trying to plan a summer trip to Spain next year. I've heard it is just magical."

"Oh, I love Spain! I actually need to run into the kitchen and check on the dip I've got in the oven. You want to come with me and I can tell you about some of my favorite things to do there?"

"That'd be great!"

Ashley and Samantha both stood up and made their way toward the kitchen. Jonathan moved over to the couch and sat across from me.

"Girl talk," he chuckled, "So, tell me man, how is Ash in bed?"

"What?!?" I responded shocked at how straightforward he was being.

"Oh come on, they are having girl talk so we've got to have our guy talk. Look I'll start! I know that Sam might not look it, but she is an absolute freak in the bedroom. She is just so horny all the time. Sometimes I'm not even really in the mood, but I do it anyway because she does such a good job."

"I really don't want to talk about this," I said standing up, "I need to go use the restroom."

"Dude, don't be such a prude."

I ignored Jonathan and made my way to the half bathroom in the hallway. My stomach was beginning to churn as scenes of Samantha with another man played out in my mind. As I walked past the kitchen, I looked in and saw Ashley and Samantha talking and smiling. It was evident that this situation was not bothering Samantha the same way it was bothering me.

I closed the bathroom door and starred into the mirror. Ashley had been right, I did look pale. However, I didn't look as sick as I felt. At the beginning of the night I had never expected to see my girlfriend being so friendly with another man. Deep down, I always knew that she was. It was part of her job, just like it was a part of mine. But, seeing it now changed everything. Witnessing a man grabbing a butt that just days before I had held as we cuddled by the beach, hurt me deeply.

Turning on the faucet, I splashed some water in my face. Powering through was the only option I had. I knew I couldn't tell Ashley what was going on, and I doubted I would get a moment alone with Samantha. If Samantha was able to act like nothing was wrong, then I could do it too.

I returned to the living room as Samantha and Ashley were getting settled back into their spots. Samantha had made some sort of chip dip, which was now placed in the middle of the coffee table. I found my place back next to Ashley and grabbed ahold of her hand. She looked over and smiled at me. If nothing else, I knew I could find comfort in my pretend girlfriend.

Jonathan became the leader of the conversation, telling stories and jokes. I pretended to laugh, but most of his stories bored me. I couldn't tell if they were actually that bad or if I was just mad he was banging my girlfriend. Nonetheless, I tried my best to play a good guest and hope the night would be over quickly.

"Anyway, I'm sure you're all tired of me talking," Jonathan said with a laugh, "How about we pull out a board game and play."

"That sounds great!" I exclaimed.

Samantha and I had been stealing glances throughout the night and the longer we sat the more painful it had become for me. Jonathan was still quite affectionate as he had talked. I hoped that maybe some friendly competition would help take my mind off the situation, or at least make him less affectionate.

"Okay, well Sam why don't we go pick out a game? You two keep enjoying the snacks, we have to go through some of the games I have in the bedroom. I'm a bit of a board game nerd, so we've got a lot to choose from."

Jonathan and Samantha stood and walked to the bedroom. Ashley and I sat alone in the living room and a peace began to finally fall over me now that Samantha had left the room.

"I know that Jonathan can be a dick, but his girlfriend is really sweet!" Ashley said, grabbing a few chips and dipping them into the dip, "She hasn't said much in the group, but we had a great conversation in the kitchen. She could do a lot better than him."

"You're telling me."

"Oh, shit!" Ashley said as one of her chips broke and bounced off her dress, leaving a trail of dip.

"That's no good," I said, looking down at the coffee table for a napkin, "I don't see any napkins out here."

"I saw some in the kitchen. Do you mind grabbing me a couple? I need to get this off before the stain sets."

I walked into the kitchen and looked on the counters searching for some napkins. A pile of napkins was resting near the stove, so I grabbed a handful and headed back toward the living room.

As I exited the kitchen, I happened to glance toward the bedroom door. It had been two minutes at the most since Jonathan and Samantha had gone in to grab a game for us to play. However, a closet full of board games wasn't what I saw. Instead, Jonathan stood with his pants down at his knees. Samantha was standing on her knees in front of him with his cock buried in her mouth. Jonathan had a handful of Samantha's beautiful red hair and was controlling her head movement. The sight was sickening for me.

I quickly diverted my eyes and walked back over to Ashley. I handed the pile of napkins to Ashley and sat back down.

"Thanks," Ashley said as she began to dab the dip away, "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get this out. I may need to let this soak first. Woah, are you sure you are alright? You look super pale again."

I could feel my heart racing and the sickness was growing in my stomach. I had been putting on the best front I could, but seeing my girlfriend giving some other guy a blowjob was more than I could handle.

"Nah, I'm not feeling too good. Something just isn't sitting right," I grumbled.

"Why don't we get out of here then? I need to get this dress off and take care of this stain anyway," Ashley suggested.

I nodded and Ashley stood, "Let me grab my purse and we'll go."

Ashley went and grabbed her purse from the side table and called out, "Hey, Jonathan, don't worry about the game we're going to take off."

"Huh?!?" Jonathan yelled from the bedroom.

It took Jonathan about 20 seconds to appear in the doorway to the bedroom, which was probably because it took him some time to get his pants back up.

"Joe isn't feeling too well and I spilled something on my dress I need to get out. Thank you for having us over, it was fun!" Ashley said, as we began walking toward the door, "Bye, Samantha!"

No reply came before we were out the door. I felt horrible, but at least leaving the situation brought some relief. Ashley opened the door to our room and we stepped inside.

"Do you mind unzipping my back? Then I'll let you go lay down and rest."

I unzipped the back of Ashley's dress and it dropped to the floor. She bent over at picked up the teal dress and walked through the room wearing just her black thong and bra. For a moment, my mind forgot about the pain from a few minutes earlier. She was truly a sight to behold, an incredibly sexy woman.

I adjourned to the bedroom and lay on the bed. The sink was running in the bathroom as Ashley cleaned her dress. I tried to close my eyes, but all I could keep picturing was Samantha's head bobbing as she crammed Jonathan's cock down her throat. The longer I laid in bed, the worse I felt. Finally, I rolled over and pulled my cell phone from the night stand.

"We need to talk. When can you meet?" I texted Samantha.

I laid the phone back on the night stand as Ashley walked in, still just wearing her lingerie.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess. Just not feel so hot."

"Maybe it was something you ate. You looked sickly earlier in the night, too."

"I did feel bad. Just wanted to try to power through so we could have a fun night. I'm sorry if I messed things up."

"Are you kidding me? I was glad to get out of there. Jonathan can be insufferable sometimes. I'd much rather get to bed at a decent hour."

Ashley slipped into bed and laid her head on the pillow, looking at me. She smiled and rubbed her hand on my chest. It was somewhat soothing to feel Ashley's touch. It was odd that I was able to find so much comfort in Ashley, as I was hurting over the woman I loved.

"I'm guessing you don't feel like having some sexy fun tonight?" Ashley said.

"Not really," I said, "Rain check? I never say no, but I'm just really struggling right now. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"It's alright, just having someone like you here is enough for me. We've got plenty of time left for that stuff. You rest up!"

Ashley leaned over and gave me a kiss before turning off her lamp. I lay in the darkness trying to will myself to sleep. However, the more I lay in silence, the worse it got. My mind was going insane as the only thing I could hear were my own thoughts and the light breathing of Ashley as she slumbered. It couldn't get any worse.

Until it did.

*Thump thump thump*

Dropping me into a further circle of hell, the sex began on the other side of the wall. What had been mere noises the night before, had now become a horrible scene in my mind. My mind couldn't help but visualize Samantha with him. I couldn't believe how I hadn't recognized the screams and moans before.

For twenty minutes the noises continued. It was pure torture! In hindsight, I should have left the room, but I had become paralyzed unable to emotionally or physically escape the pain.

When the noise subsided, I was left back in the quiet. The mental image had only grown stronger, as had the sick feeling inside me. Ashley had slept through the romp, virtually unmoved. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Reaching over I grasped the phone and pulled it under the sheets, trying to keep the light from waking Ashley.

"Are you awake? Jonathan just fell asleep. It'll have to be quick," Samantha texted.

"Yes, meet me now," I quickly responded.

I slipped from the bed trying to make as little noise as possible. Ashley didn't move as I left the room and stepped into the hallway. Samantha was already waiting in the hall.

"It is so great to see you!" Samantha said, wrapping me in a hug.

"I wish I could say the same."

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked as she let me go.

"Samantha, I've heard you having sex three times and I've hardly been here 24 hours. I had to watch as some guy kissed and rubbed on my girlfriend. Not to mention, seeing the two of you 'pick out a board game'! The only game you were playing was 'What the Fuckopoly!?!'."

"Joe, this is our job," Samantha said sternly, "How are you going to act surprised? You know that this is what I do for a living. I know that you have to do the exact same thing, but you don't see me pissed off that you are sleeping with Ashley. Sure, I was shocked to see you, but I was happy to see you too. How are you going to try and make me feel bad for doing my job?"

Samantha was right. I had always known that this was our job, but tonight was the first time it had truly become real to me. However, that didn't lessen the sting. Seeing what I had seen and hearing what I had heard changed things for me.

"I'm not trying to act like this isn't our job, but you couldn't have at least played it cool while I was around? We were having a freaking double date and I find you blowing another guy in the next room! That isn't something I can just forget."

"You shouldn't have been snooping in the first place. Plus, I can't cater to your needs and his. If he tells me he wants some head, then I've got to do that. That's what I get paid to do. I'm not going to stand here and let you try to make me feel bad for doing my job, because you knew from the beginning that this was part of the package."

"You seem to be missing my point. Yeah, I've know that this is what you do. Knowing and seeing are two very different things. Seeing it with my own two eyes made it real. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to just forget about that."

"Well, that sounds like something you need to figure out on your own," Samantha said, turning for the door.

"I already have," I snapped back, as she whipped back toward me, "I don't think that we can keep doing this."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that we either need to both quit and be together, or we don't need to be together at all."

Samantha took a pause and a deep breath, "We talked about this last week in Mexico. We just have to go another two years. I can't stop this now. You know the type of money we are making right now, we can't just walk away from that!"

"If you can't walk away from this then it is because you don't feel the same way I do. Samantha, I'm willing to walk away from this because I love you! It pains me to see you with another guy, because that guy isn't me. We don't need this life, we just need each other."

"Maybe you don't need this life, but I do."

We stood silently in the hallway starring at each other. I knew what this meant. As my mind processed her words, I could feel my heart breaking free.

"Then you don't need me," I said, before taking another momentary pause, "I love you too much to just pretend like this situation makes me feel okay. If living this life is what is most important to you, that's fine. I hope that it makes you happy, but I can't go on living a lie in our relationship. I wish you nothing but the best, but we can't stay together. Not anymore."

Samantha's eyes began to water up. The stare she gave me was a mix of anger and heartbreak. She opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something, but instead just shook her head and opened the door to her room. She quickly vanished into the dark hallway, shutting the door behind her.

I slumped down in the hallway and buried me face into my hands. For the first time in years, I cried. Even though our time together had been limited, my relationship with Samantha was the closest thing to love I had ever felt. I could foresee a future together, but in an instant that future vanished.

Had I made a mistake? Did I ask too much? Was I overreacting?

My tears dried up and I was able to answer the questions that were running through my mind. No, I hadn't made a mistake, asked too much or overreacted. I thought of the millions of dollars sitting in my bank account and the millions more sitting in hers. Neither of us needed this job anymore. For Samantha, she enjoyed the money, attention and job, as did I. However, I knew that I loved her enough to leave all of it behind, she didn't reciprocate.

My sadness began to turn to anger. I had allowed myself to feel deeply for Samantha and she had left me feeling broken. My relationship with Samantha had been different than that of my clients; Jake had been right about that. However, it wasn't for the reasons he had originally said. I cared just as deeply for my clients as I did for Samantha. The difference was that I knew that my relationship with my clients would end; with Samantha I imagined something more.

It was in that moment that I realized, Samantha wasn't supposed to be my future. I was a guy with a lot of love in my heart that was given the opportunity to touch the lives of many incredible women. Thinking back on my past assignments, I had been able to help my clients through major breakups, divorce, self-confidence issues and so much more. If Samantha had overlooked that love, there were lots of other women that could use it. I wasn't in this work just for sex; I was here to change lives.

I picked myself off the hotel hallway floor and made my way back inside. I used the light on my cell phone to guide my way through the dark living room and over to the bedroom. As I walked into the bedroom, a blinding light filled the pitch black room.

"Joe?" Ashley said, sitting up in bed after having turned on her bedside lamp.

"Sorry if I woke you," I said, furiously blinking my eyes as I tried to adjust to the light.

"Why are you out of bed?"

"I just needed some fresh air."

Ashley rubbed her eyes and adjusted her pillow so she could more comfortably sit up in bed, "Are you feeling any better?" she asked.

"Yes, much better," I smiled.

It was true. I felt much better. I stood in a room with a beautiful woman who cared about me. It wasn't like we were in love, but it was nice to have someone.

"Good! Why don't you come back to bed?"

"Actually, since I'm feeling better and we are both up, why don't I cash in that rain check from earlier?" I asked, making my way over and climbing onto the bed.

Ashley smiled and I took that as yes. Even though she had been startled awake, she still looked gorgeous. Her blonde locks were a little askew, but she was showing off her sexy body in the black bra she had worn to bed. I pulled the sheet off her body and took in her golden legs and toned belly.

Straddling my body over Ashley's legs, I grasped the thin strap of fabric on Ashley's thong and slid it off. Getting her legs situated, I positioned my face close to her shaved pussy. I took my tongue and lightly brushed it along her slit. A relaxed moan came from the top of the bed, as Ashley ran her hand through my hair.

My tongue continued to lightly move up and down Ashley's slit. I was soon able to taste Ashley's natural wetness as the excitement was beginning to grow. Taking this as my cue, I began to vary the movements of my tongue; paying more attention to her clit as I progressed.

Ashley's eyes were closed and a smile was plastered on her face. She rubbed her breast outside her bra with her free hand as she directed the pressure applied by my head with the other. I could tell Ashley was relaxed because she began to moan louder than she had when we had sex earlier. She seemed to be completely engrossed in the pleasure that I was providing.

After a couple minutes of work with just my tongue, I felt like Ashley was ready for a twist. I paused my tongue momentarily to moisten my index and middle finger in my mouth and slip those fingers between her perfect pussy lips. A few quick slides of my fingers inside her and my fingers felt right at home.

My tongue went back to work, applying more pressure and speed. My fingers found Ashley's G-spot and began to rub and tickle it. The tag team took things to a completely different level. The pleasure Ashley was now feeling was taking control of her body. Her back was now arched and her hand clinched my hair.

"Oh, don't stop!!" Ashley gasped.

I had no plans of stopping in mind. I worked feverishly as Ashley squirmed with joy.