Mark worked as a safety inspector for an oil company. The job started when the B-Virus was first diagnosed in this country. He had left his girlfriend Sara and her daughter Rita at home. They needed the money, and the oil field paid well for someone with experience. His schedule had him performing inspections for two months, and then he would get a month off.
Not many women worked in the oil fields, but they did support the back-office functions. The local authorities here did not enforce lock downs at first. They felt people could make their own decisions about how to be safe. The authorities were preaching personal responsibility and urged individuals to make their own decisions. Since no mandatory lock downs existed, many women were still working.
His company assigned him a female intern as part of an inclusion program. Her name was Mia, and she was currently in her last year of college. She was twenty-one years old and was short and petite. She had an angel face and long dark hair. She had small tits and a nice shapely ass. Mark liked watching her ass as she walked.
They had been on the road for almost two months and were constantly staying at hotels as they traveled to each location. They always got separate rooms since the company paid for all their expenses. The quality of the hotel depended on where they were staying. Some locations did not have five-star hotels; some were barely three-star hotels. Many of the locations they visited were in rural locations. The B-Virus was primarily concentrated in Urban areas.
They had just arrived at the last stop before they could return to headquarters. This one was close to a major city, and they would stay at a nice hotel that night. They spent the day going through the safety checks. They found a couple of minor violations and had a couple of other recommendations for improvements. After working most of the day, their job was complete, and they proceeded to the hotel to check in for the night.
They parked at the hotel entrance and entered the lobby to check-in. Their size contrast was obvious as they walked into the hotel. Mark was tall and well-built like his father, Rick. Mia's head only came to Mark's chest. As they approached the desk, a dour-looking older woman was the only one working, and there were several men in line ahead of them. Finally, it was Mark's turn in line, and he approached the woman.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Reservation for Mark Thompson"
The receptionist typed on the keyboard and found his reservation.
"You are in room 312." She said, handing him his key cards.
Mark grabbed his cards and moved off to the side as Mia approached the desk. He checked his email on his phone while she checked in.
Mia's voice pulled his attention out of his phone.
"What do you mean you don't have a reservation?" Mia asked.
"I already told you, MA'AM, I don't have a reservation for any Mia Carter."
"What is the problem?" Mark asked.
"She can't find my reservation," Mia said.
"MA'AM, I told you, you don't have a reservation to find. All the rooms are booked. I can't help you."
Mark signed. He didn't want to hear the two women bicker over a room reservation.
"Just add her to my room. It has two beds."
"I have a reservation. She just can't find it." Mia said.
"MA'AM, I assure you, you DON'T have a reservation." The receptionist said, tapping the screen.
"Just add her to my room. Let's go, Mia." Mark said as he started for the elevators, not waiting for a reply.
Mia hesitated before following her boss to the elevators.
They went to the room and got settled in. After they got settled, Mark spoke.
"Do you want to get some dinner?"
"Sure, I could eat," Mia said.
"There is a restaurant downtown I want to try."
"OK."
They went to the car and drove to the restaurant. Dinner was good, and they were enjoying their drinks when they heard chanting and yelling outside.
"What is going on?" Mark asked a passing waiter.
"Protests." The waiter said.
"We probably should go." He said to Mia.
They paid their check and left the restaurant. They entered a sea of people carrying signs and chanting, "No More Lock Downs."
They started making their way against the tide of protesters. It was a struggle moving against the flow of people. Mark took Mia's hand and pulled her along behind him as shoved his way through the waves of protestors like a rock parting the water. They made their way to where they parked the car.
Suddenly, there were several loud pops, and several clouds of smoke could be seen on the street. People started to panic and ran away from the smoke. Mark grabbed Mia and slipped into a store entrance. The door was locked. He pushed her against the door and shielded her from the panicky mob with his body. The smoke filled the streets. It had a sweet smell, unlike any smoke Mark had ever smelled before.
The streets started to clear, and Mark grabbed Mia's hand and started running for the car. They arrived at the car without further incident and left for the hotel.
"Are you OK?" Mark asked Mia.
"I-I think so." She said.
When they returned to the room, they each performed their nightly routine, getting ready for bed. Mark worked on his laptop, and Mia watched TV. Then, they retired to their separate beds and went to sleep.
***
Mia woke up with an uncontrollable urge.
It was like a heat between her legs. She felt flushed. She started rubbing herself, and sparks went off between her legs. She had a desire for cock. She continued to rub herself while fantasizing about Mark fucking her. She had spent a lot of time with him over the last few weeks, and the thought of fooling around with him had crossed her mind. However, she did not want to do anything about it because he was her boss.
Now, her fantasy took on a whole new reality as she continued playing with herself while Mark slept in the bed beside her. What if she woke him up playing with her pussy. Would he come over here and ravish her? That turned her on more as she continued to play with herself. She did not know what was wrong with her, but she could not stop playing with her pussy.
She was leaking juices all over the sheets. Her hand was soaked. She continued to rub herself, lost in the show in her mind. She felt the orgasm getting closer. She rubbed herself faster, wishing Mark would wake up. She started moaning to herself, daring to make some sounds.
The orgasm crashed over her like a wave on a beach. Her legs shuddered, and she squirted all over the bed. She lay there catching her breath and listened to the sound of Mark, still blissfully unaware of her show, sleeping. She lay there for a while, and the heat started to build up in her pussy again. She could not get the thought of a nice hard dick, just in the next bed, out of her head.
What if she slipped into his bed? She could get him hard by sucking his dick. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to ride him. It was an urge she could not control. She slipped from bed, stripped off her clothes, and slid into Mark's bed.
His breathing did not change as she got into his bed. She reached out and touched him and located his boxers. She moved her head under to covers to his crotch and slipped his flaccid cock out of his shorts. She started licking and sucking his cock while she played with her wet pussy.
She needed to get him hard so she could ride him. It was a need she had never felt before. Primal in nature. She continued to suck his dick, and it started getting harder. His breathing increased while she continued to suck him.
Finally, she had him hard and was impressed with his size. His dick was around eight inches long and thick. It was the largest dick she had seen in real life. She was unsure it would fit in her tight little pussy, but she was determined to try. After slipping his shorts down his legs, she climbed on top of him, rubbing her wet pussy on his hard dick, getting it slick with her juices. Mark roused from his slumber.
"Mia, what are you doing?"
