Author's Note: This is the second and final part of this particular "room" in the story. Hopefully you enjoyed them both.
Standard disclaimer: Transforming/altering a person's mind/temperament in real life is impossible and morally corrupt. This is in no way an endorsement of such behavior. The characters and setting are entirely fictional, save for the town of Atlantic City itself which doesn't have any mythical hotels, just bankrupt ones.
Questions and comments always welcome through my profile.
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She stayed in the room that night, embarrassed to even go back to the floor. Normally she'd hit the roulette tables, but she couldn't risk seeing anyone from her conference table again. Even worse, she was still incredibly horny. She couldn't seem to get off despite her best efforts - she even went as far to order one of the horrible "adult" films offered on the hotel television. The film wasn't her style and after trying unsuccessfully to reach climax she eventually found sleep.
The dream was vivid but scattered. Cheryl was at the bar in a short dress and heels, then in a suite of some kind, sans-dress. She could feel her feet, still clad in a four-inch heel, dangling over the edge of the bed, her full, heavy tits and head pressed downward onto the bed as a man entered her from behind.
Whoever he was, he wasn't gentle. One hand pressed near the bottom of her neck as the other gripped her firm, heart-shaped ass while he rapidly and firmly thrust into her. Her eyes open, she still couldn't see much of anything as she began to feel herself inching nearer and nearer to a climax. The pressure on her neck and upper back increased, pressing her breasts even deeper against the bed as her suitor continued to pound away. Just as she was nearing climax, the hand on her upper back moved away and gripped the other side of her ass, drawing her nearer to him as he thrust again, deeper this time, and Cheryl began to feel his body tense.
Not before I'm ready,
she thought.
Please, no, not before I'm-
She felt the pulsing deep inside of her then suddenly the pressure was gone entirely. She lay flat on the bed as she felt the warm, sticky substance inside of her. From the back of the room she heard a chuckle, and a belt jangle, her lover -
customer,
she suddenly corrected, presumably getting clothed. She heard something soft like paper hit a counter somewhere behind her and she turned around at last. The man was already gone. She rose from the bed and walked to the table, slightly stumbling as she did so, forgetting momentarily about her heels. A warm, sticky sensation ran down the insides of her thighs as she walked, she saw what was left on the table, a small pile of bills, $20's and $100's. Before she could even pick them up, a knock at the door of the suite turned her head and -
"Housekeeping!!" Jesus. She awoke sweaty and aroused.
"Late check out!!" She screamed at the door, realizing only after that it didn't make sense. She was here for another two nights. No matter, they went away, so the result was satisfactory. Still sweating, her thoughts returned to her dream, or hallucination, or whatever it was. Her mind was still foggy, she could tell. She was having trouble concentrating, yet that dream was so vivid. She lay back and rolled over to look at the clock. It was 8:15. Her client meeting was at 9:00. After ten more minutes of trying to finger herself to climax, she gave up, showered, and headed downstairs.
She was in a lower cut top today, showing ample cleavage. She had plenty to show and still couldn't get her mind off of that dream. Maybe that's why she paired it with her clubbing skirt rather than her normal work attire. This one cut off an inch or two above the knee and showed a little more thigh. Normally she'd be opposed to women who used their looks in company negotiations, but compared to whatever came over her yesterday, this was no big deal.
She must have taken a different elevator somehow because this one opened up directly on the casino floor, rather than by the lobby bar that she'd been unfortunate enough to become acquainted with. After reorienting herself, she found her way to the conference space and meeting rooms. Her first, and by far most important, meeting was the 9AM with the Purchasing Manager of some company called Pluto Systems. Just some other tech start-up with a space/future sounding name that might need her firm's business-to-business solutions. She started to rehearse her normal pitch as she walked towards the meeting room but suddenly flashed back to the men's room yesterday.
More alarmingly, she flashed back to her humiliation and felt only more arousal. If you'd asked her five minutes ago, Cheryl would've said that she couldn't be hornier. She'd have been wrong. She imaged being on her knees again, top off, with her plush lips wrapped around another cock--
She realized she was seated at the desk in the meeting room.
I've got to get it together here,
she chided herself.
Finally, her meeting arrived. The man walked into the room and seemed initially shocked to find her there, before setting down a few folders and smiling what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. He was fairly cute, in his late thirties, and clean-cut with brown hair parted slightly to one side. To Cheryl's despair, he was also the man she sucked off in a men's room just yesterday. He kept smiling.
"Ohhh,
wow.
I mean,
wow
. This can't possibly be serious.
