The Party -- Let's Get Organised -- Wednesday Morning
Carol came in all fired up after yesterday with recommendations ready over their wardrobe, their performers list and on their records systems over bookings. Some of this was fed to her by the girls that worked there and she had thought the improvements through overnight.
So was head down into every detail for the party.
It was to be for around 40 clients/members and 40 staff, plus hotel serving staff at a local private function facility around the corner from the office and units.
Carol made the time to talk to several of the staff and got the understandings on what happened at these parties, how staff dressed and what happened afterwards. From the people she had met and their files, all of the guys and girls involved were stunning individuals as you would expect in NYC. What did come out of those chats was that every staff member invariably left with one or more of the clients/members to spend the evening with them as they so choose and did not report in until late the next day. They looked at Carol and wondered if she was going to participate. Time would tell.
Carol considered the clothes she brought with her and what was in the wardrobe room. If she was going to be the controller she had to look sexy, but in control. Professional and attentive, but obtainable. She chose from her own clothes and jewellery.
Her mobile rang.
Carol: hello Sunshine. Trust you are enjoying the windy city?
Caller: Oh Hi, you must be Carol. Sorry about that, but it is me Trent back in Sam's head office in Austin. His afternoon client called in and was trying to push their meeting back to 5.00pm so a couple of the Directors could attend.
Carol: Oh hi Trent. Only Sam has this number. He must have re-directed all calls from home to this number. Are you calling him on your office mobile? We spoke last night around 6.00pm and all was going well. He did say he was going out to dinner with a possible new client, with a couple. I have not received a call from him this morning, but he does take his clients out for an early 9 holes some mornings. Maybe he is on the course of some private club? He cannot be contacted there anyway, being on flight mode. Try the Marriott as a fall back. Please get back to me if you cannot call him by midday, as I worry when he is away. I need to talk to him about the cyclone down in Houston. I expect he will call me around 6.00pm anyway.
Caller: Sorry about disturbing you. Sounds logical based on his schedule for today. I hope that cyclone does not get over to Austin. We may have to move ourselves north for a few days, depending on the warnings. Thanks again. Bye.
Carol had a very good idea what Sam had been doing this morning. While it may have involved holes, but not golf holes. Sam had his phone off for reasons. It was interesting Trent did not mention the mobile number he was calling.
What Carol did not know was the detail. Trent had an inkling of what Sam may have been up to in Chicago, so he kept out of the loop as best he could while subtly suggesting nothing of particular note to Carol.
Last Night in Chicago - Tuesday
Verity quietly knocked on Room 617 to be greeted by a half dressed Sam, having just finished in the shower.
Verity: Well look at muscle man with the hairy chest? I hope you are going to let little old me in for protection?
Verity was covered by a warm coat and carried a shoulder bag bulging with goodies.
Sam: That looks like champers in there, so how could I resist such a request?
Verity on getting through the door and plastering herself all over Sam's open mouth: Now that's a way a girl should always be greeted. Great hug, a growing member between his legs and a warm room. I better get my coat off before you change your mind.
Verity slowly took off her coat exposing her wrap around dress that tied at the middle.
Sam moved behind Verity sinking his growing cock into her rear crevice and encircling her with his arms. The arms wandered and the hands found the tie. It easily slipped open and his hands went inside to the warm folds of Verity's pussy and her stiffening nipples. No underwear and wet below.
Verity: Don't stop what you are doing there, but I have invited a close friend of mine to join us in 15 minutes. Her name for tonight is Mistress Susan and she will be working at pleasing us both with a bdsm? How about we use those 15 minutes wisely, with you between my legs ASAP?
Sam picked Verity up like a little doll, laid her on the end of his bed, opened her legs and drove his tongue deeply between the folds. Licking, sucking, driving his tongue into her crevice and fingering her arse. Thrusting and uncaring energy. Within seconds Verity was coming. Sam undid his shorts and buried his cock into that wanton pussy with one thrust. He continued to pummel away as Verity swooned in delight. They both shook and exploded at the same time with Sam filling her pussy and streaming down her legs. It was pure lust, just animal lust.
Verity: Wow, not getting it at home? That really was a quickie. Hope we can take a bit more time with the rest of tonight.
Sam: Sorry about that but Carol has put me on a diet of condoms for a month.
Verity: Silly woman your wife. Oh well, mine and Mistress Susan's gain.
They quickly cleaned themselves up in the bathroom but remained in the nude. There was another quiet knock at the door.
Verity snuck behind the door and confirmed it was her friend.
Opening the door Mistress Susan was ushered in. No sooner than two steps in the coat dropped and Madam Lash in her leather outfit, dark make up and whip in hand took control. A look alike Debra Messing, but with sinister intentions. Great boobs and body, red hair and fired up.
