I woke early in the hotel room. My head hurt. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, washing off the dried cum. I dressed and got out of there. There was a text from Sarah on my cell phone. Apparently she'd checked that I was OK and didn't want to wake me. She'd got a ride home with one of the guys. I wondered if that's all he gave her.
On the drive home my mind poured over what had happened the night before, or what I could remember of it. Actually, that was a lie. I was drunk, but I could remember all of it. Being topless in front of everyone, being briefly fucked over the pool table like a slut in front of everyone. Sucking the barman's cock and letting him cum in my mouth after he had offered me $100 for the pleasure. I had accepted money to such a guy's cock. That's what whores do. No, it wasn't like that. Yes, I did willingly suck his cock. But it wasn't for the money. I didn't need the money. I just said yes. That he was offering money had nothing to do with it. But why did I say yes? The fact that I didn't need the money only made it worse – what kind of slut had I become? It wouldn't have been half so bad had I done it because I'd been destitute. I didn't need the cash, but I did it anyway. And the barman now thinks I am a hooker. Why wouldn't he? He offered me money to blow him, and then I took him in my mouth. And he'd seen me getting fucked by Brian – so did Roger and whoever else was there. God. He's probably telling the other bar staff right now that he got the greatest blow job of his life from some hooker slut at a Buck's night. It repulsed me deeply that I had done such a thing, committed such an ultimate and fundamental sin. So shameful. A whore. Last night I was a common whore. He told me I was a great little cocksucker. A great little cocksucker...
I felt the tears welling in my eyes as the BMW glided along the freeway on cruise control. How had it come to this? I'm not a slut! I'm not a whore! I'm a respectable business executive. That's what I am. This is getting out of control. This cannot continue; it was fun for a while but this is not me, not who I am, and now it must stop. No more of this modeling stuff or exposing myself to guys. I must get my life back to where I was before... before that damned car show.
Mercifully, my hangover was gone by Monday morning. I considered swapping back to my old dowdy work wear, as if to reinforce my resolve to get back on the straight and narrow, but at the last minute I decided against it. The weather was warm and I would be more comfortable in one of my new skirts. Besides, the past was in the past now; I would throw all my energies into my work. It was fun but now I am moving on.
In the short term that amounted to a tedious few days with young Brad and Pete from the downstairs floor. Hopefully they've come up with something better this time for the Luca deal. The meeting was at 1pm, and if my hopes weren't high I wasn't to be disappointed.
This time they'd gone the esoteric route, but they'd ended up with something so weird it was almost laughable. It reminded me of the Simpsons episode where Homer had got an ad agency to do a TV spot for his Mr Plow business, and they came up with an all-singing, all-dancing Georgio Armani style thing – completely out of context. Well, not that extreme, but they were even wider from the mark than before.
"Guys," I said. "This just isn't it at all." I was even wondering whether or not it had been a joke. I was exasperated. "Think. I know it's not an easy product to sell, but this ain't it. I don't know, if you can't come up with anything from the brief, why not try the environmental route? The product apparently has some green credentials, so if you're going to go down this kind of whimsical avenue, maybe that's the way to go."
"Er, OK Anne, will give it another try," said Brad. Pete was just standing there staring at my tits. Damn it, I was wearing the same sheer blouse as I had the week before. Brad was checking me out too. I hoped they had paid attention, but by the looks on their faces I wasn't sure. I bet they were thinking I was some kind of bitch to be rejecting their work for a second time.
I wished Kelly were here. But she was out on a course all week. She had more commonsense than these two put together. What do they teach these kids in college these days? They weren't actually all that much younger than me, but I somehow felt so much older.
After work I decided to go to the swimming centre. Hadn't been for a while, but it might be a nice change of pace from the gym, I thought; a few laps in the pool will be great therapy, both mental and physical. I took my new swim suit – using it for the first time as it was intended to be used. I pushed myself hard through the first 20 laps, then did another 10 backstroke, forcing my body hard through the water, admonishing myself, getting it out of my system. I felt much better afterwards as I headed for the showers. My body felt good, nicely worked, almost but not quite exhausted. Being peak time at the end of a working day, the pool had been fairly crowded. It occurred to me as I stripped off and headed for the showers, how nonchalant I was now about appearing naked in the women's locker rooms; how before I would have done my best not to be seen without my clothes on by any of the other women there. Now being naked just seemed natural. Well, I thought, if that's what I have taken from the experiences of the past few weeks, that can only be a good thing, surely?
Soaping up under the warm shower felt very nice, invigorating. There were a couple of other women showering as well; one younger than I, one older. The younger girl's pussy was shaved, just like mine. I noticed them both checking out my body, but then I realized that I had also been stealing the odd glance their way too. There was nothing in it, really; just what people do in such situations. The young girl had a fantastic figure; she reminded me of Sarah. She looked familiar; I thought I'd seen her here before. She looked hot, too; this girl was obviously a keen swimmer. I wished I had such broad shoulders, I mused to myself. She saw me looking and smiled at me. I smiled back. It was a little embarrassing; I wasn't meaning to stare at her. I wasn't sure whether her smile was one of embarrassment, or if it implied something else.
As I dried myself, the girl was over in the other corner of the change room doing the same. She looked up at me a couple of times. But then I must have been looking at her to have noticed it. She had such big dark eyes, there was almost something cat-like about her. She had jet back hair in a bob style, reminiscent of a '20s Flapper girl, slightly androgynous, but unmistakably feminine. This girl would have to be bisexual, I thought to myself, maybe even a complete lesbian. But then, how would I know? Who, for that matter, among those knew me would know that I was bi? Yes, she was looking my way, and she was smiling. She was still dressing by the time I was ready to go. Something inside me urged me to wait, stall for time until she too was leaving. But instead I hauled myself up off the seat and threw my bag over my shoulder. I had to pass near her on the way to the exit. She caught my eye as I went past. She smiled as I left the building.
"See you later," she grinned at me. Her voice was like silk.
"See ya," I replied.
Outside the change room I stopped. Maybe I need to re-tie my shoe laces, and while I'm doing that she'll come out of the change room? No, keep going. This is ridiculous. Go home, make yourself a nice meal and go to bed.
That had been the plan, until I got a call on my cell on the drive home. It was Kelly.
"Hi Kel, what's up? How's the course?"
"Boring, boring, BORING! But that's not why I've called. It's Rick – the sponsor for the race car, he's signed! Isn't that fantastic! Anne, we did it!"
"Hey, that's great!"
"Anne we're having a celebration party tonight, do you want to come?"
"Look, I'd love to, but I'm really tired and I want to get an early night."
"OK, but look, I'm not far from your place, how about I drop in for a quick drink on the way? I've got champagne!"
"Why not," I said. "I'm only five minutes away – I'll see you when you get there."
I'd only just got in the door when Kelly arrived. Opening the door, she embraced me in a big bear hug. It felt great to be hugged like that after what I'd been through. Hugged by someone I loved. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and I kissed her back.
"Champagne, anyone?" she said, twirling the neck of the bottle in her fingers.
"Yes please!" I said, heading into the kitchen for a couple of glasses.
"Oh Anne, this is such great news!" she said as she popped the cork. "It was looking a bit doubtful the other day, but in the end Hank agreed and now it's all go! Rick is so happy!"
"I'm glad," I said. "I think he deserves it."
We sat there and sipped our drinks. It was good champagne. Kelly was wearing in a little summer dress, no bra, I noticed. The dress was very short, way too short for work attire, even if she was on a course.
