I was promised a promotion a year ago. I was still waiting for it.
Here I was stuck in a damn hotel on my six-month wedding anniversary. The client wouldn't deal with anyone but me. Yes, this was an important client. They accounted for twenty per cent of my company's annual revenue. But damn it, my bride was important too. If the trip had been a week earlier or later, I wouldn't have minded.
If I had received the promotion on time, I wouldn't have been there. No one had any idea that the man I was supposed to replace was going to postpone his retirement for another three years. He had two kids in college, so it made sense for him to stay on until they graduated. If he hadn't stayed, he wouldn't have had to money for them to finish. I could easily be in his situation in twenty years or so, so I couldn't be bitter toward him. Still, I wanted to have Cheryl with me. The higher-ups all sympathized with me, but I was too important to this customer. I offered to pay for her travel and any extra lodging costs, but they said no. She would be too much of a distraction. I was distracted by her absence. In the seven years I had been with the company, I had never felt like quitting, but how would I explain a sudden departure from a highly responsible position to a future employer? "I wanted to get laid" wouldn't cut it. I swallowed my rage and went.
The meetings went on day and night. I met someone from the client firm for breakfast, another person or three for lunch, drinks and entertainment in the evenings. By the third day, which was the day of our anniversary, I was exhausted. I was supposed to take some of their senior managers to a gentlemen's club that night. I put my foot down a bit and insisted on meeting them an hour late so I could at least call Cheryl. When I explained why I would be late, they were aghast that I had been forced to meet with them that week. I did some fancy talking to keep two of them from calling my boss and giving him hell. They hadn't been married more than two years themselves, so they completely understood my feelings. A couple others expressed sympathy, but they didn't seem sincere.
My conversation with Cheryl boosted my spirits. She didn't flinch when I told her where I was going that night. I expected her to playfully say something like "Don't have too much fun," but she encouraged me to enjoy myself. A couple of her friends were coming to our house to keep her company. I suggested they should go to a male strip club so we could be even in the entertainment department. She laughed. They had already made their plans.
As I rang off, I visualized her in my mind. I was definitely a very lucky guy to have won both her heart and her body. She's five feet five inches tall, measures a delightful 36D-24-35. Her auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her eyes are emerald green like a cat's, and she walks with feline grace. Even in her sleep, she smiles. Many nights we just snuggled together naked simply because we loved pressing our bodies together.
Our sex life is fantastic. We spend weekends in the nude while we do everything from the laundry to carpet cleaning with lots of touching, kissing, fondling, fucking between chores. Neither of us wear underwear if we have to go out; she always wears a short skirt. She has given me blowjobs in the car, in the library, in restaurants, in church. (Sorry, God.) My hands explore her naked pussy and bottom at every opportunity. Many times, we have thrown out ice cream that we had just bought because we came home too horny to put it in the freezer.
The client's people were waiting patiently for in the hotel's lobby when I came down. They announced that since it was my anniversary, I would be their guest that evening. My expense account had already been stretched beyond the limit, so I wasn't going to argue. There would, however, be a slight change of plans. They escorted me out to a limousine, something I would never have been able to afford on my company's budget.
We were taken out of town to what appeared to be an old mansion. I could see three floors with lighted windows. Even at night, I could see that the grounds were professionally maintained. A liveried footman opened the car door as the vehicle stopped. As I stepped out, I could hear soft music playing on hidden loudspeakers. The footman escorted us to the entrance.
Inside we were greeted by a strikingly beautiful woman who led us to a sitting room. Looking around, I saw that the room was occupied by numerous men in three-piece suits talking to a bevy of attractive young women dressed in very sexy outfits, most of which were made of see-through material. "Which of you is Rob?' our escort asked.
"I am," I said.
"Happy anniversary," she said.
"Thank you. Could somebody tell me what's going on?"
"Your friends felt that since you can't be with your wife tonight, through no fault of your own, that you should still enjoy some feminine company on this important occasion." Another beautiful lady joined us. Her minidress was mostly transparent. Her underwear was conspicuous by its absence. "This is Theresa. She will be your companion this evening, unless you see someone else that you would prefer."
"Happy anniversary, Rob," Theresa said as she took my arm and led me away from the group. "Why don't we go upstairs?" Her lead was very gracious, yet she clearly communicated that she was in charge. She seemed to glide rather than walk across the room to the stairs. Her eyes never left mine as we mounted the steps. "I'm so happy to have been chosen to spend this evening with you. They told me you were handsome, but I didn't know that was an understatement." She opened a door at the top of the staircase and ushered me into an ornately decorated room. I was offered a seat on the sofa. The room looked like the bedroom of a very wealthy woman. It was large with plenty of space between the sofa and the four-poster bed. "Would you like a drink? I was a bartender before I came here, so I can fix just about anything you'd like."
"A hot cup of black coffee would be great," I said. "I've been in meetings all week, and I can hardly keep my eyes open."
"That I don't have here, but I can have some sent up." She picked up the telephone and placed the order as though she was ordering room service in a fancy hotel. "So how long have you been married?"
"Just six months."
"A newlywed. That's wonderful. Is there anything special you would like to do with me?"
"You can help me get my bearings. This visit was sprung on me as a surprise. This is a brothel, isn't it?"
"We call it a spa."
"Okay. How long are we supposed to spend together?"
"As long as you want. There aren't any clocks here."
"I don't mean to be insulting you. You're probably a very decent person, and you're very pretty, but I really don't want to be here."
