Julie didn't see much of Greg that day. He was there at the start of the meeting and dropped in a couple times before lunch. But mercifully, Julie didn't have to sit in the same room with him all day. It would have made it too hard to concentrate.
And for all the wrong reasons. She should have been worried about being discovered. The consequences of what she did. How it would ruin her life and her husband's as well. Her career too. But those wouldn't have been the reasons for her distraction.
Her distraction would have revolved around wanting more of what he had given her. It would have been because she was in the presence of the cock that had taken her to such unbelievable heights. The fact that it would be hidden by slacks would not diminish the hold it would have on her attention.
She would have been distracted thinking about how hot it had made her when he told her to suck it. Even now, she had to avoid thinking about it, so she wouldn't get aroused again.
And equally distracting was the unexpectedness of her reaction. Julie had never been told to get on her knees and had never been told to suck cock before. She had never had a man she was pleasuring call her a cocksucker before. She was surprised how much it had turned her on to experience those things. She would have thought that she'd be put off by such arrogance. But she wasn't. It made her belly flutter just to recall.
Maybe that was the reason Greg's presence would have been so distracting... Julie wanted to experience all those feeling again. And she knew, no matter how much her husband loved her and wanted to please her, he would never be able to make her feel the way Greg had.
Gary couldn't order her to her knees. Tell her to suck his dick. He could try, but it would never be convincing. Greg had told her to and he did so with no doubt that she would do exactly that. Julie didn't know why she had felt so compelled to obey, but she had. And she got turned on like crazy doing so. She had cum herself, it had been so hot!
Thinking back to the first time she had met Greg in the bathroom hall of the restaurant, Julie would never have suspected such a thing was possible. He was so insufferably arrogant. His every word, expression and gesture chafed. He was like a composite of everything that Julie detested in a man.
And now Julie was fondly recalling the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth. The wonderfully submissive feeling of kneeling before him. Tasting his cum. Swallowing his cum.
Julie knew that the only thing that would stop her from doing it all again was Greg. As long as he wanted her, she wouldn't be able to refuse. The size of his cock and the incredible orgasms aside, Greg had something else that Julie needed. That arrogance that she thought she detested, that confidence and male dominance that should have rankled her, turned out to be the missing ingredient.
Julie remembered one of her friends from college, Krissy. She wasn't particularly close with Krissy, but they were dorm neighbors for a year and for a brief period, they talked regularly. Krissy had a boyfriend that was not unlike Greg. He was good looking and arrogant. And he made little attempt to cover his indiscrete hook-ups with other girls.
Julie had lectured Krissy on several occasions on what kind of guy he was and how rotten he treated her and how she shouldn't let him. If anything, Krissy's boyfriend was probably responsible for Julie's dislike of good-looking-but-arrogant men. He was at least a major reinforcement of Julie's reasons for that dislike.
But no matter what he did and no matter what Julie said, Krissy always went running whenever he called. Julie had always assumed that Krissy had some sort of self-esteem issue. Why else would she allow a man to treat her with indifference and still be at his beck and call?
Did Julie have self-esteem issues? She doubted it. She certainly never felt like she had. Maybe Krissy hadn't been suffering from poor self-image either. Maybe there was something in a man like that to which she responded. Sexually. Just like Julie with Greg.
In a way, that was even scarier. If it was a self-esteem issue, presumably there was some flaw that could be addressed or corrected. But what if Krissy had just been wired that way? What if she just needed a man to treat her a certain way? What if that was the case with Julie?
What if the only way to reach those glorious heights was at the hands of a man who didn't see her as anything more than a fuck? What if that was the reason he was able to have the effect he did on her? It was almost a catch-22... as long as he didn't show any attachment to her, he could please her. If he were to fall in love with her, he would lose the power he had over her.
Not that Julie was naïve enough to think Greg might fall in love with her. It was just a no-win situation. Even if she wasn't already married. There would never be a guy who could give Julie loyalty, love and respect and still make her cum like that.
Maybe that was why she didn't feel more guilt over cheating on Gary. Gary, after all, was a wonderful man and a loving husband. But there's no way he could inspire the feelings in her that Greg could. And Greg, whatever his prowess in the bedroom, whatever itch he scratched for her, could never amount to more than a sex partner.
The only way to have her cake and eat it too was to love Gary as her husband and submit to Greg as his lover. No, not lover... Slut.
That's really what she was to him: a slut. And that's what made it work for her. As long as he treated her like a slut, she could get the sexual stimulation she needed from him. As long as he treated her that way, it would release that side of herself, be that slut that would drop to her knees at his word. Suck his cock when he told her to. As long as he fucked her like a slut, used her like a slut, it would fill that void in her. It would make those dizzying heights and shattering orgasms possible.
That was the key, wasn't it? That he made her feel like a slut? So she could behave like one, right? Let go of any inhibitions and revel in the pure, high-octane physical pleasure of sex the way a slut would?
How far would she take it though? That was the question. Greg still had the key to her room and she would be there at least tonight if not tomorrow. And if he came back again tonight, she would gladly do it all again.
But that wasn't what she was pondering now. What she wondered is what would happen if she were having drinks with him and he told her he wanted her to come out to his car. Maybe he would even tell her it was to give him a blow job. But it wouldn't matter if he said it or not. Julie would know why he'd want her to go outside with him. Would she do it?
What if he were to meet her in the hallway here, at his own company, and guide her into an empty conference room? There was no denying that the insane level of risk would make it incredibly exciting. But the question wasn't whether or not Greg would actually do something like that. No, the question was, how would Julie respond?
If the magic revolved around being his slut, did that mean she had to be his slut whenever he wanted to keep the magic intact? Once she started refusing him, wouldn't the dynamic change? Would she still get the same thrill if it did?
It was purely hypothetical at this point. Greg had shown no inclination to do anything that might jeopardize either one of them. Most likely, if he was interested, he would return to her room tonight. There, in the harbor of a rented room, he could tell her to do whatever he wanted and she would comply.
These thoughts ran through Julie's mind at odd times, occasionally foiling her concentration. But for the most part, she was able to focus on the meeting and do her job quite well. If she missed something once in a while, well, who didn't? Especially in an intense, get-a-lot-done-in-one-long-trip session like this.
