On any regular night you could find Jim sitting on a computer finishing up some work for his company. He never really had much time for leisure and other activities. It was a god send when his boss asked him to take a trip to Oregon for the week to discuss the companies new budget plan with corporate. The plan was simple enough, just drive a few hours and stay in a company paid hotel, show a few presentations and catch a drink or two after.
The only drawback was having to make the trip with company. Jim would have much rather preferred his time alone. He had remained single through his adult life. Passing each day in monotony was perfectly acceptable to a man such as himself. Strict routine and poise would be the driving forces throughout his regular day.
"At least I get to pick who comes with" he thought to himself.
His choices were very limited; either he would end up bringing Steve, his closest friend and the obvious choice. Or, he would have to choose Sarah, a quite unworthy candidate. She would always find a way to start complaining about the most menial tasks. In short Jim despised the very essence of her being.
Without question he asked Steve, knowing the immediate response he would get.
"You want to drag my ass all the way to Oregon so I can prattle about some worthless shit? You're not even my wife and you're breaking my dick man." Steve jokingly mocked.
"I'll tell you what man; I'll give you an open bar. It'll be my personal supply, right out of my pocket. It's either you or Sarah coming with. I can't handle that bitch for a whole week. I'll be choking down cyanide before the drives over!"
"Well, I guess you talked me into it. Open bar?"
"Open bar."
The plans were set to take off Monday morning. So Jim wanted to savoir his last day at home before he left. The usual routine again settled in his day. He would make a sandwich, crack a beer, and watch any sport channel he could find. He really didn't have a particular taste for sports. He just felt it made him more masculine.
Sleep slowly started to cover his eyes, when abruptly the phone beside him rang violently. Cursing his luck Jim picked up the phone and began to talk quite calmly.
"Hel—"
"Jim? Hey it's Steve. Something came up at home. My kid came down with a heavy fever. We had to take him to the ER. They're saying he's going to be here for a few days."
Jim already knew where this was going.
"So you know I'm going to have to back out on the trip man. Don't worry about Sarah, I already told her to get her stuff ready. She's going to meet you at your house in the morning. Sorry again!"
The receiver speaker clicked and went to dial tone as Jim sat there still lightly grasping the phone. "Shit" he thought to himself "I didn't even get a chance to talk to the guy about it." It was too late now. The damage had been done and now he was stuck with Sarah.
"It might not be so bad. At least I'll have something to look at."
With that Jim stripped his daily clothes and passed out in his own bed.
Thoughts of being stuck with Sarah plagued his dreams that night. Nothing out of the usual, she just happened to be in them.
Jim awoke the next morning to the sound of his door being pounded on. Groggily he walked downstairs still half asleep and opened the door.
"What the fuck Jim? We're not even out of your house yet and you're already getting hard around me?!"
Jim waking up looked down to realize he had sported quite the morning wood. "Great" he thought. This was going to make for the beginning of a great trip.
"Get some clothes on, you look like a bum. And for God's sake shave your face!" she jokingly mocked.
You see the thing with Sarah was her crucial inability to realize she was an actual adult. She never took anything too seriously, work included. This presented an annoyance to Jim. He would work late, come in early, while she gallivanted around town. She was carefree to say the least. The fact she even showed up this early in the morning was a surprise for him. Jokes and flirty teasing is what she did best. Everyone in the office knew, but regarded her as playful and non-threatening.
She was however the most attractive woman by far. She had a small frame accented nicely with a firm supple ass that started down her long legs. Her chest, by what Jim could figure, was about a C cup on a good day. Too often she would wear a bra size too tight, forcing the globes of flesh from the confines of her bra. Her face was cute, nothing too amazing, just a feature to accent the long blonde hair.
Jim stalked around his house trying desperately to get everything together on time, cursing every so often when he couldn't find what he was looking for.
"Don't forget your panties wedged up your ass Jim!" Sarah called up the stairs.
Jim slammed his dresser drawer shut and zipped his bag. Marching downstairs he took the time to realize what she was wearing. A t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans.
"Jesus, you do know this is a business trip right? Not some excuse to go for a night on the town." Jim scolded her.
Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "It's only the drive old man. You're panties are still up your ass I see."
Jim took a second and let it slide. She was right. There was no need to be stuffed up in business dress when all they were doing was driving. They didn't have to present until the afternoon.
"Alright, we better hit the road. "She chirped. Her personality was as bubbly as ever.
The dull roar of the engine filled the car. The radio was only loud enough to make out a steady beat. The few hours had gone by surprisingly calm.
"I have an idea!" Sarah called from the passenger seat.
"And what might that be?" Jim responded, not wanting to offend the girl and break the peace.
"How about... We play a game!?"
"Alright, what are you feeling? We can pla—"he was interrupted.
