Chapter 1
Just Business
There is nothing like coming into work one day and being told that your company has just purchased another and that you are needed to be in another state the next evening for an inventory. That's the way Jack's day began in early October. Management was told to assemble a team of fellow employees for the task. Jack had no chose in the matter but some were ask to go but could not due to prior obligations, some were scheduled off but volunteered themselves for the extra money that they would be paid. Morgan was a volunteer. She was a young woman, quite attractive and needed the money. They were told of what time to be there for the inventory and then Jack decided on what time they would need to leave. They gathered the next day around 10:00AM for departure and all piled into a few cars. Jack had one guy from his department, one who was contract labor and Morgan with him. They were off.
The drive was only about two and one half hours and the inventory began at 5:00PM. The early departure left them with time to check in their hotel, eat a late lunch and arrive at their acquisition to survey any possible issues. The drive was uneventful as they all talked about what to expect with possible scenarios of the condition of the new store.
After lunch they piled back into the cars and headed to their destination. The building was nice and clean. The department Jack was in charge of was in very good order and if the others were managed the same way, this would not take long. They got lucky with this one. Everything went as smooth as silk. Jack's team was finished with his department in a couple of hours while it took the accounting department until about 9:30. Because of their early finish they decided to get drinks from a local club that they were told of by their new business partners. The ownership told them that they would be needed to stay until the weekend to help those remaining with the company with the transition and not to stay out too late. They didn't plan on it since they thought they would be headed home the next day and were going to take this time off, but with having to stay, they figured on being in bed around midnight.
After arriving at the club, which was much smaller than expected, those who came settled into a booth near a corner. The club had a small raised dance floor with a few couples slow dancing to the music. They weren't necessarily in rhythm, but they were moving while clinging with their partners. Paying closer to the layout Jack had decided that the club was formerly a strip joint, the polls positioned on the dance floor was a dead giveaway.
The drinks they ordered came quick enough and the conversation about nothing particular began. They were undoubtedly far more relaxed with being here than they probably should have been. As Morgan and Jack ordered their second and third rounds the dance music changed from slow snuggle music to a sexy grind and the folks that were with them found a partner and took to the floor. Morgan and Jack continued to sit a share small talk. They were both married and didn't feel comfortable dancing together, especially with the affects of the alcohol taking its toll on their senses. There was no reason for tempting fate. That being said, Jack couldn't say that he didn't notice that Morgan was looking quite hot. He didn't know if it was because of where we were, the drinks or just the fact she was a woman and they were alone now in a night club, but he did know that he didn't need any more drinks.
The provocative music and alcohol began to be more than Jack cared to endure, so he decided to return to his room. It was only about 11:00 but he feared that he might say or do something that he shouldn't. The hotel was only a couple of blocks away so he decided that he should go. He got the others together and told them that he was leaving and to make sure that Morgan got back to her room safely since she was the only woman with them. The guys assured Jack they would and he told them all good night.
He wasn't drunk or anything, but the cool October night air felt good as he walked. He was definitely feeling warm back at the club. Morgan was very sexy and she knew it. The way she had dressed proved that, not that she looked like a bar tramp or anything. She knew how to show off without showing all. Jack couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He hoped that she hadn't noticed. He was just glad that they sat across from one another. If she had sat beside him, she might have seen that he had to continually reposition himself from the affects of arousal. "Hey, Dummy, we're here on business" he told himself.
He decided to take a shower to remove the smell of the bar and hopefully clear his thoughts of what a sexual encounter with Morgan could have been like. The shower definitely made him feel better but it also woke his tiring mind. Jack decided to watch a little TV but did not find anything that sparked his interest. He moved to the balcony to enjoy the night. It had been about an hour after leaving the club when he saw the others returning to the hotel. They were all there and Morgan would be safe. Morgan, the thoughts of her returned. Why? Were there that many animalistic tendencies in man that when all was said and done, sex was the ultimate goal? Jack tried to put the thoughts away by asking himself, "What would a young beautiful woman in her mid-twenties find of interest in a guy in his early forties"? The answer was nothing. But that didn't help his situation much at all. He went back to the TV and started watching Sports Center but all they were talking about was soccer. Flipping the channels again he stopped on an adult movie channel. What the hell. He could watch this. He knew it would build images in his mind of Morgan and him; it's only fantasy, right? The movie was quite lame, the plot was bad, the acting even worse, but there were some very hot scenes as could be seen from the bulge in his boxers. "Damn. What to do with this?" he thought. He decided that it was lights out. Tossing and turning for awhile, sleep finally came.
Chapter 2
The Temptations Grow
Breakfast the next morning at the hotel was good. Jack's body felt the lack of sleep from the restless night. That third cup of coffee was finally taking hold. Morgan had come down with the others and joined Jack. Morgan plopped down beside Jack. She and Jack were always friendly with each other. They flirted back and forth but that was all. The flirtations were just a way to break the tensions of the day that arise from dealing with customers that most likely do not understand all of the services provided and constantly need the charges explained. Hearing this fifty plus times a day will practically drive someone over the brink. Composure is a must when dealing with the public.
The ventilation in the hotel's restaurant was very good. Jack couldn't smell the greasy bacon being cooked in the kitchen. The smell of Morgan's freshly washed hair was filling his nostrils. The thoughts of the night before while at the club and later alone in his room were now flooding his mind. Why were these booths so small? Did she have to sit by him? She probably felt that she did since Jack was the only one that she knew from the company that was on this trip. The booth was so small that Jack could not help the fact that his leg was touching Morgan's far more than he was sure that she was comfortable with. It never appeared to bother her, but it had to. Maybe she understood there was no more room for him to slide over. With his last cup of coffee gone, Jack paid the bill and they left for work at this unfamiliar place.
Things went smoothly again. The employees there were very receptive to Jack's team being there and excited about the opportunities that Jack's company offered. Lunch was uneventful as was the rest of the day. The ownership told them everything was good and they would be able to head back home the next day. They all decided to go to the club again. Jack decided that he would not drink on this night. He was sure the thoughts that he had had of a sexual rendezvous with Morgan were brought on by alcohol.
They all met in the hotel lobby. Jack's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Morgan was dressed to kill. She wore a short black skirt, with shoes to match. The hot pink top that she wore was revealing to say the least. Jack could tell that she was going to let it all hang out. He tried to talk himself out of going, and told the others he had changed his mind. They all called him a puss, including Morgan, and that he was just an old fart. He could deal with the Geritol and Centrum Silver comments, but being called a puss was mean. He thought that was definitely too old for dancing and shit, but he was not a puss.
They sat in the same booth this time with the same waitress attending to their needs. A couple of them ordered mixed drinks, Morgan a beer and Jack a Coke. They all laughed at him and told the waitress to bring him a glass of milk with some cookies. She laughed and even Jack forced a snicker, but Coke it was. He would maintain his senses tonight. After about three or four rounds of drinks, the drunks to be decided it was time to dance. They took the courage they had gained from the alcohol and went on the search for their prey. Morgan remained seated next to Jack. She had stopped drinking after her third beer so she was well in charge of her thoughts and body. Jack was thankful of that. He needed her to keep her wits too. As they sat and talked the music began to work on Morgan. Her body began to move with the rhythm no matter what the song. She asked Jack to dance with her, but he said no. He told her that he couldn't really dance. She accepted that for awhile, but her soul just would not let her stop dancing in her seat. The music kept prompting her to ask him and she prodded until he caved. She pulled him by the hand to the floor and they, well, she began to dance. Jack looked somewhat like a paraplegic, as if he couldn't move from the waste down. That didn't stop Morgan from having her fun. She danced liked she loved it and Jack could tell that she did. She was young and he was past that stage in his life.
