(or How Grace Released Her Inner Slut)
By rutger5 An Original Story (Copyright 2013)
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The knock on the door was followed by the sound of a loud, booming voice calling from beyond it.
"Grace, are you ready?"
"Be right there Bob," the woman replied as her manicured fingertip hovered over her Blackberry's keypad.
Indecision gripped her, for though Grace hit delete when it asked for a confirmation she pressed cancel instead and then hit send. 'Well it's too late to chicken out now', she thought to herself, but she also knew it was only a first step. Even if her plan worked to perfection she'd still have plenty of chances to back down, that is if it would become necessary to in the first place. Grace doubted it would ever come down to it as she slipped the phone into her bag and walked to the door of the hotel room.
Bob Kruger did a double-take when the door opened and she emerged from her room for he'd never seen her looking so attractive. He'd always felt that she was pretty, but back home she dressed in a much more casual style. There she favored loose, comfortable mom slacks generally paired with a colorful, print blouse and she usually wore her dyed blond hair in a simple ponytail. Surprisingly this look helped her, for many of her clients were families or retirees and they related to her soccer mom appearance.
Now she was styling a black, tailored pinstripe suit consisting of a single breasted pleated jacket with a matching pencil skirt that ended just above her knee. She also had on a plain white blouse but uncharacteristically for Grace she had left the top few buttons undone showing a glimpse of her creamy, white skin. Due to the modest size of her bosom there wasn't anything revealed but for the suburban mom it was still quite daring. Rounding out her outfit were a pair of three inch black heels which made the petite woman who barely topped five feet appear a bit taller while also showing off her toned, runner's calves to great effect under her black, silk stockings.
However the biggest changes to her appearance this day was that she was wearing makeup instead of only lipstick like usual and her hair wasn't held in a ponytail by a scrunchy but was styled into a sophisticated and flattering chignon that showed her slender neck to its best advantage.
"All set?" he asked when she turned to him after first checking to make sure her room door was locked.
"Uh huh," she replied, "but what are we doing about breakfast? Do we have time to stop on the way?"
"The hotel provides a continental breakfast and we have just enough time to grab something before catching a taxi to take us to company HQ for the big meeting."
Leave it to Bob to have it all worked out in regards to food Grace thought as they waited for the elevator and her eyes took in his large, doughy body. True to form he loaded his plate up with numerous sweet pastries while she was content with a low fat blueberry muffin and a strong cup of black coffee. After breakfast they headed out onto Allen Street where he managed to hail them a yellow cab in record time.
"After you," he told her as he held the door open while she climbed inside.
Bob couldn't help himself from ogling her as she got in, especially when her skirt slid further up her thigh. Once settled in the backseat she turned his way and couldn't help noticing his eyes fixated on her shapely leg. Feeling her face flush she turned and looked out the window at the busy city street while adjusting her rectangular frame glasses but she was secretly tickled pink. She'd known Bob for years, ever since joining the investment company they both worked for and she'd never noticed him checking her out before. If he was now, why that must mean she was looking good and this confirmation filled her with a measure of satisfaction knowing her efforts had been successful and gave Grace hope that her plan might succeed.
During the short cab ride the two colleagues discussed the upcoming conference and Grace anxiously questioned him on what to expect for this was the first time she had attended the annual company meeting while he had been coming every year for quite some time.
"Don't worry about it Grace, just be yourself and everything will be fine. If you weren't one of the company's rising stars then you wouldn't be here," he told her with a chuckle.
"That's easy for you to say. It isn't the first time you've been summoned from the boondocks to come to New York City for this. Plus in a sense I'm taking Carl Lundquist's spot and those are mighty big shoes to fill. He was the closest thing to a legend in this company, at least in Indiana if not the whole Midwest region, and I don't see how I can replace him."
"Grace, Grace, you're looking at it all wrong. Now you know I'd never say a bad word about Carl, he was a mentor to me and a lot of others in the company. But he's gone now and besides that for the last few years he was coasting on his past reputation. Don't get me wrong," Bob said holding up a hand to forestall Grace from rebutting him, "he still did a good job and made the company and his client's money. But after his wife died his heart wasn't in it anymore. The only reason it was him going and not you was because of past achievements. The truth is your chosen investments outperformed his the last three years running. Now it's true he had larger clients with more invested at the time but that's beside the point. You've earned this."
"Gee thanks Bob. Coming from you that means a lot to me," she replied with a little smile.
"Just telling it like it is. So how do you like New York?" he asked in order to change the subject from work, for after seeing her in this new light his mind was on other matters, namely seeing if there was any way to get into her panties and 'talking shop' didn't seem to be the best way to accomplish this.
"Well golly Bob, I haven't been here long enough to actually know if I like the place but it sure is impressive. It's just like in all the movies I've seen, what with the crowds of people hurrying everywhere and so many tall skyscrapers. After this Indianapolis doesn't seem quite so big. Last night after we arrived I took some pictures from the hotel window with my phone and sent them back home to the girls. Emily still can't believe that her mom is really in New York City."
"Speaking of the hotel, how do you like your room?" he asked to try and get her to stop speaking of her family for the thought of her young daughters and husband made him feel a tad guilty about the lustful things he was thinking about her.
"It's nice; it has a very impressive view of some bridge from the bathroom window. The room is a little small, I guess."
