Amy sighed as she boarded the plane, the hum of the engines already lulling her into a sense of exhaustion. Atlanta wasn't a long flight, but she was tired. The annual conference loomed ahead--another year of presentations, small talk, and forced smiles. She nodded at her coworkers as they settled into their seats, a mix of familiar faces and strangers. Brad was there, his easy smile catching her eye as she passed his row. She'd always liked Brad. He was in his late thirties and married, had a quick wit, a sharp mind, and a way of making her laugh even on the dreariest days at the office. She called him often for work-related questions, but this was the first time they'd both been at the same conference.
The flight passed in a blur, and before she knew it, she was checking into the hotel. Amy tossed her bag onto the bed in her room, the exhaustion settling into her bones. She pulled out her phone and called Eric.
"Hey, I'm here," she said, her voice flat.
"Good. Have some fun," he replied, his tone light, almost teasing.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm here for work, Eric."
They chatted briefly before hanging up, and Amy headed downstairs for a bite to eat and a glass of wine. The bar was warm and inviting, the murmur of conversations filling the space. She spotted her coworkers at a table and waved as they gestured for her to join them. Brad was there, his grin widening as she sat down.
"Long day ain't it" he said, sliding a glass of wine toward her.
"Travel days are the worst"she quipped, taking a sip.
The conversation flowed easily, the wine loosening everyone's tongues. But as the night wore on, they all agreed to call it a night--tomorrow was going to be a long day. Amy returned to her room, the weight of the day pressing down on her. She unpacked her suitcase, folding her clothes neatly. That's when she saw it.
Her sheer black babydoll with matching panties.
Amy froze, her fingers brushing against the delicate fabric. She knew she hadn't packed this.
"What the hell," she muttered under her breath, her anger rising. That's what he meant by 'have some fun.'
Eric had always had a... certain fantasy. He'd talked about it many times, sometimes outright asking her to flirt with other men when she was away, or perhaps maybe a little more then flirt. She'd played along occasionally, but more often than not, she shut him down. Tonight, though, she wasn't in the mood. She decided not to call him back, she'll talk to him tomorrow.
The morning came too quickly. Amy groaned as her alarm blared, dragging herself out of bed. She spotted the babydoll again, now lying crumpled on the chair. A mischievous thought crept into her mind. She grabbed her phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to Eric.
Why is this here? she texted.
Almost immediately, he replied. Well, you know, babe. Have some fun.
Amys lips tightened. Are sure you really want that, because if you are..?