Author's Note: This is an interrelated series, so I recommend reading Chapter 1 first. But you can probably get some pleasure going forward just reading this. It's going to get pretty slutty from here on out.
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The two nights between Wednesday and Friday passed in a blur. Work had been busy, but it was always busy. I had been working on a couple deals in Europe, which made Kat's 3:30 a.m. schedule easier to accommodate, since there were a lot of early morning calls. I thought a lot about what seemed like it should be a great stroke of luck. Here was the cute local traffic girl, with her pristine image, implying there was a deep, very dark side to her. And she lived a short walk away. The boyfriend aspect didn't bother me. Maybe I was blinded by desire, thinking with my little head. It never worked out that a vague social media infatuation turned into something tangible. The situation with Kat felt different, though.
I contemplated this as I crossed Allen Parkway to Buffalo Bayou Park, wearing jogging clothes. I walked over the pedestrian bridge above Memorial Drive and through the broken gate I had used two nights earlier. This was an unusual tryst--if that's what it would become--to say the least. The unique circumstances sent up my heart rate, and my palms felt damp. I rode the elevator to the twenty-second floor and got out. As I approached apartment 2248, I checked my watch. It was 3:28 a.m.
Halfway down the hall, I stood in front of her door. 3:29 a.m. I took a deep breath and stood firmly, arms at my sides. The door opened. Like the first time, Kat wasn't standing in the doorway. I walked in. She closed the door and smiled at me. "I was looking through the peephole," she said. She wore a shimmering white silk robe that ended mid-thigh and had a neckline that plunged between her breasts. Her hair looked like it was ready for the bright lights of TV. I must have looked dumbstruck.
"We've got thirty minutes," she said. "No bruises. No hickeys. Nothing that might last longer than a day. Hand prints on my ass are just fine." She grinned, then added, "And don't you dare fuck up my hair too badly. I'm on air in an hour-and-a-half."
The first kiss came hot and fast. She dove into me, though she was about a foot shorter than my six-foot-two frame. There was urgency to her lips and tongue. Her hands eagerly went for the front of my gym shorts as mine cupped her ass, which I discovered was a pleasing, firm bubble. Quickly, she got on her knees and pulled down my shorts. "This looks absolutely delicious," Kat said and flicked out her tongue to give the head a lick. She licked the length of it and cupped my balls in her hand. I moaned and sighed, the delicious wet warmth of her mouth impairing my ability to speak. She took my cock in her mouth and let it harden there, then pulled off.
