*All characters are 18+. This is fiction for erotic entertainment only; I do not condone non-consensual sex.*
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"You should stop by the party, Lily," Chris, my boss, said, smiling at me from across the limo.
I blushed. "Oh, um, I'm not sure--"
"It'll be fun. You shouldn't miss it--this is your first trip, after all. You have to see everything at least once."
I smiled thinly and nodded. The last few days were a glimpse of an entirely different world. This trade show had been a blur of bright lights, sparkling crystals, and most everyone in fancier clothes than I could afford. One of our vendors took our group to an upscale restaurant every night--places I'd never go to myself. I did want to experience it all.
He ushered me out of the car, his hand at my lower back urging me into our hotel and toward the hostess. I straightened and drew away from his touch, but I didn't want to look awkward while the hostess was checking our badges. Chris led me to the bar and got us a couple of beers, then guided me through the crowd.
It was packed. I had to stay close or lose him. He paused to chat with a few groups, his arm somehow finding its way around my waist. I stayed quiet, only offering small smiles and nods to the few who acknowledged me. They all looked like wealthy, confident people who I had no idea how to talk to.
We headed toward louder music, and a crowd forming a circle around a few dancing people. No stage, just having fun. I was a bit envious of their ability to let loose like that.
Chris flashed a crooked smile at me, took my drink, and slipped his hand into mine. Before I could pull away, he yanked me into the circle. My face heated but I didn't want to embarrass him by running off.
"I-I don't know how to dance," I mumbled.
He grinned. "Just move with the music, have fun. Come on, like this." He put his hands on my hips, making my body weave and twist with the beat, my skirt twirling when he spun me. I fell into his rhythm, into his wide smile and approving eyes.
I was laughing when he pulled us back into the crowd, a little drunk off the heady feeling of dancing carelessly in front of so many people. I never went to parties, but maybe I was missing out.
"Lily." Chris turned to me after we squeezed out of the crowd. "Will you join me in my room, please? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you." He sounded more formal.
"Oh, sure." I couldn't refuse a work request.
"This is all on the clock, of course."
"Thank you, sir."
In the elevator, his hand slipped from my waist to my back, directing me to his room. With no one around, it suddenly felt like an intimate touch. I began to ask myself if this was a good idea.
The door closed behind me. I stood awkwardly as he stepped to the kitchenette and poured liquor into two glasses. I sipped politely. He moved closer and brushed a strand of my hair aside.
I blushed and turned away. "So, um, what did you want to talk about, sir?"
He strode past me, glancing at me with a small curve of his lips. "Sit down, Lily." He pulled out a chair at a table with his laptop and a few folders. I slid into it.
"You're a very beautiful young woman." His eyes were intense. He'd never looked at me this way before.
I squirmed, my drink shaking a bit in my hands. It was just a compliment, that's all. I glanced at the wedding ring on his hand. "Um, thank you, sir."
He patted my shoulder once and turned to the table, shuffling through the folders. "And your work is excellent. I think you have a lot of potential."
"I'm glad to hear that, sir." My voice was a touch breathless with relief.
"Yes. It's why I invited you. We usually only bring management on these trips." He flipped a few papers out from one of the folders.
Was he suggesting I could be a manager? There were a few on the verge of retiring.
"Lily, could you take a look at this?" His arm came around my waist and pulled me closer while he pointed at one of the documents. He'd been touching me so much all night--it was probably meaningless.
"I want to review these before tomorrow's meetings," he murmured. "You should understand them too. Let me know if you have any questions." His hand moved up my side as he spoke.
I dutifully read over the documents.
His hand settled on my ribs, just beneath my breast. I wondered if he could feel my quick breaths, or if I should try to move away. I didn't want to appear rude.
"You look flushed, Lily," he said. "You can take off your coat if you need to."
I was a bit warm. "Oh, yes, that's a good idea, sir." I shrugged off my coat, setting it aside.
His eyes fell to my chest. "That's a lovely blouse."
"Th-thanks." It wasn't very special, just a loosely-buttoned white shirt. My cheeks heated a bit when I realized the buttons were looser than I thought, revealing the tops of my breasts. His hand returned to my waist. I resisted the impulse to button my shirt. It would make me look as tense as I felt.
I was relieved when he looked back at the papers. Then he frowned. "Hm. It looks like this one wasn't edited properly. The meeting's tomorrow morning; could you revise this, please?"
He slid one of the papers to me. I winced. It was full of typos; even our vendor's name was misspelled. "Of course, sir."
He gestured to his laptop. "Correct it here; we'll print it before we go."
I nodded and began editing the document while he sipped his drink and offered a few suggestions. I didn't notice him getting closer and closer, until he was almost looking over my shoulder.
I was concentrating on rewriting a paragraph when he turned his head slightly. Warmth lit my shoulder as I stopped typing, stopped breathing.
He'd kissed me. Through my thin shirt, and only just barely, but his lips were pressed to my shoulder and my skin was on fire. The light touching, the hand around my waist, brushing my hair--that had been inappropriate, but not too far past the line. I hated confrontation of any sort, and my usual solution was to ignore it. I slowly resumed typing.
His lips brushed up to my neck as he pushed aside my hair, his warm breath falling on my skin. I swallowed. I faintly wondered if he could feel my heartbeat racing where he was licking and gently sucking. My chest rose and fell too quickly.
My lips parted, trembling as I tried to force words past my dry throat. His fingers cupped my chin and turned my head toward him, his heated gaze catching mine before he kissed me, his tongue teasing my mouth open wider. I shut my eyes in panic, a tiny whimper escaping as he licked my tongue.
I gasped. He tasted like beer and gin. His tongue swept my teeth, the roof of my mouth, licked my lips, then he leaned back. My eyes flicked open to find him staring at me, studying my face. My spine tingled. I couldn't look away. I needed to say something, anything. My throat closed.
He pulled me up from the chair. I stumbled to my feet, my palms damp as I caught myself on his arms. He stepped in front of me, holding my eyes hostage as he walked me backwards until the backs of my knees bumped into the bed. He pushed me down to my butt, then further to my back.
I mindlessly followed the commands in his eyes and his hands. It was too dangerous to stop and think. This was going too far, too fast. Why had I come to his room? Why had I let him kiss me? Worst of all, why was there a swollen ache between my legs?
His hand slid beneath my shirt and up my thigh, still watching me, as though waiting for me to refuse him, to protest, to scream. Daring me to say anything at all. I may as well have been a lifeless doll.
He lifted my skirt and pressed the palm of his hand to my mound. I gasped. He smiled, rubbing in a gentle, circular motion. As his fingers slipped beneath my panties, my mind began whispering: he's going to fuck me, he's going to fuck me. And a much tinier but nagging voice--stop him! How? I couldn't figure out how. This had already gone so far...
