Abby sat at the hotel bar, waiting. The bar was a popular place in Denver, so it wouldn't be odd for someone to see her there. She wasn't sure how it became a hangout spot, but even during the day, it was full. She sipped on a glass of wine and smiled when a hand squeezed her shoulder. Abby turned, and Lawrence smiled back.
"Finally!" She jumped down from her barstool and hugged him deeply, taking in his cologne.
"Come on. Friendly hug. We're in public," Lawrence said.
Abby pulled back. "It's fine. Dad brings his girlfriends here. Everyone blends in."
Lawrence looked around before he gestured for Abby to sit back down. She scoffed at him as she sat. "So, should I pretend you're my older coworker, or a friend of my dad's until we get to the room? That seems to be the place you accept me the most." Maybe it wasn't fair, but she wasn't happy being blown off.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Don't be that way. I'm just being cautious. I have a surprise for you. Here's some cash for your drink; meet me at the parking lot entrance." He squeezed her shoulder before he walked out of the bar. She intended to make him wait. Sure, it was an affair, and she had to follow some rules, but he was so cold sometimes. Being the "other woman" wasn't the issue for her, really. It was his distance when they did have time together.
She shouldn't complain. Her new "job" was probably worse than Lawrence acting aloof. Her sexting client was happy with her, it seemed. He'd dropped more money into her account over the last few days, so she kept the "I love you's" and nudes coming. Her parking lot rendezvous asked for another meeting, but she had to pass since she would be with Lawrence for the next two days. As if on cue, a message came through from April.
April: Hey girl. Darryl can't stop talking about you. Nice job.
Abby: Thanks. It was easy money. What's up?
April: A new guy bought into the group and he is throwing around a lot of cash.
Abby: For stuff like Sam or more like Darryl?
April: Both. Charlotte got him last night. 300 for a BJ and to cum on her face. She said he's hot too, but she found out his preference. You ready?
Abby: Ready.
April: Blondes. Rich blondes who act spoiled. Daddy's girls. He's daddy, of course. He's looking for a long term girl. Big cash. This won't end with just a blowjob in the parking lot. You up for it?
Abby looked at her phone and thought to herself before answering. In less than a week, she'd gone from sexting to this. She should walk away. Money is great, but this was more than she expected. The idea of it, though. Getting spoiled by a rich man that wasn't her father or a married man who meets her in hotels. She looked towards the bar exit. Towards Lawrence.
Abby: Yea, I'm in. I won't be available until Friday though.
April: No worries. I'll set it up. I get 10% for arranging this so make us some money. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Gotta go.
She put her phone away and took down the last of her wine in one gulp. Lawrence had been punished enough. Weaving her way through the crowd, she found him standing near the exit, looking around nervously. Served him right.
"Sorry, I got a call. Are you waiting for me?" She grinned as she walked past him, through the door.
He followed quickly behind her. "Aren't you forgetting something? Or did you not bring an overnight bag?" he asked.
She turned and crossed her arms. "I left it at the front desk under our room number. We're coming back, aren't we?"
He took her hand and led her to his rental car. Opening the truck, she saw her bag. Confused, she furled her eyebrows and looked at him.
He smirked at her reaction. "I figured that, so I took the liberty of asking for it. We aren't staying here. The room is a decoy in case anyone looks for me. Ready for a quick road trip?"
"Seriously?" Was he really taking her on a trip? Not just dinner and a hotel room? "Where?"
"How does Estes Park sound? You and me. No one knows us. We'll be a couple for two days."
Although he looked around first, he kissed her. More than a friendly kiss. Maybe she'd been unfair. He was putting in some effort, and the thought of being Ms. Morgan for even two days was nice.
Ms. Morgan, huh? That's cute, rich kid.
Abby froze as Lawrence opened the passenger door. That voice in her head. It was so real. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it.
"Hey, you okay? Are you having second thoughts?" Lawrence had his hand on her back and looked concerned.
She shook her head. "No, just happy. Let's go. I can't wait." She sat, and Lawrence shut the door before he walked around to the driver's seat. The voice in her head echoed in her thoughts.
#
Rachel's cheeks were beet red. Emily had relentlessly made fun of her encounter with Bo. Yes, it was funny. He came in her eye and ruined everything, but Rachel had sucked a dick and it was amazing. It was her brother's, but still. Rachel wasn't ready to share that with anyone—Emily included. Until she could find another cock to suck, she had to take Emily's teasing. Rachel's phone dinged again, but she didn't bother checking it because she was sure it was Emily making fun of her.
With all the appointments booked, Rachel spun her chair away from her monitor. She was hungry. Although she was thankful Mr. Morgan trusted her to run things while he was gone, she was bored sitting alone in the office. She could go into the house and play with Ms. Laci's toy, but it would involve cleaning up afterwards and she wasn't in the mood for that. She hoped she didn't leave any clues from her last visit to Laci's special drawer.
As she spun in the chair, another idea struck her. She could go into Mr. Morgan's office and sit in his big chair. Maybe she could send him a cute picture. She hadn't heard from him in a day, but she knew he was thinking about her. The thought made her smile. He wouldn't mind if she sat in his chair. With a grin on her face, she skipped into his office and twirled around his wooden desk, planting herself in his leather chair. It smelled like him. Rachel inhaled a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes. She wanted him to fuck her in this office. Over his desk. She pulled her dress up and ran her finger over her silk panties. They were the blue pair he bought for her.
Moaning softly, she slung her leg over the arm of the chair and rubbed her clit through the soft fabric. She needed him. He would be her first. The image of his cock sliding inside her. The feeling of his cold desk under her. Rachel grabbed her phone and snapped a selfie. Her floral sundress was pulled up above her panties, so she moved them over to show off her shaved pussy, and sent it to Mr. Morgan and Emily.
She was so horny, but he wasn't texting her back. She couldn't wait. Tossing her phone on his desk, she slid a finger over her wet lips before rubbing small circles around her throbbing clit. Her pussy was soaked, and she needed to cum. Every orgasm she had was an explosion. Emily said that wasn't normal; Rachel didn't care. She bit her lip and slid a finger between her lips, but she needed something more. Ms. Morgan's toy, her mom's dildo, anything.
Weren't you hungry a few minutes ago?
Rachel smirked at Ms. Morgan's suggestion. She could kill two birds with one stone, so she reluctantly stopped playing with her pussy and reached for her phone. A familiar voice answered her call. Rachel replied, "Yes, I need a delivery to Morgan and Morgan Accounting. You have my address. I'll have a number 7, and I'd like for Ricky to deliver it, please."
#
Nathan was working a double, so Laci figured she would go see him at the bar later. That didn't help her now, however. She ran her fingers aimlessly over her tits, her hard nipples rigid and outlined in her thin top. Lawrence was with clients; Mandy confirmed it, and it appeared he hadn't talked to Abby since Mandy confronted her. She wishes she could have seen that. Not that Emmitt wouldn't take care of ruining little miss Abby. Laci pinched her nipple, sending a jolt through her body as she thought about her husband's latest tryst submitting to her new circumstances. Emmitt would pass her around, and she'd never know how she ended up in such a bad place. She laughed as she squeezed her nipple harder.
Maybe she was being too harsh. She was fucking her young bartender friend, but fairness didn't feel justified in this case. Lawrence drove her to this, and she couldn't understand why she still wanted him. He was her challenge, maybe. She'd fight to keep him, whether he deserved to keep her or not. Laci slid her hand down her belly, over her pink panties. She hadn't left the cabin this morning and instead chose to lounge around in her underwear. It was her vacation too, so why not?
Her toy would be nice right now, she thought; she usually packed it, but forgot to grab it this time. On a trip last year, TSA opened her suitcase to inspect her luggage, and it sat right on top. A fun vibrator with a clit stimulator and an anal bead dildo. She winked at the agent and appreciated his grin when he zipped the luggage back up. The memory made her hornier. Her hand would have to do. Lying back on the couch, she spread her legs and slid her hand under her panties. Her pussy was wet from thinking about Abby. She'd love some alone time with her. An hour to show her no one messes with Laci Morgan.
As she rubbed her clit, she remembered Lawrence's other affair. Such a pretty girl. Laci confronted her at the hotel Lawrence booked for their little affair. The look on her face when she answered the room door and saw Laci standing there. It was magic. Laci rubbed her swollen clit and squeezed her nipple with her other hand, remembering how she dominated her. What was her name? Jessica? Yes, that was it. Jessica.
Laci slid a finger inside of her wet lips as she remembered her pleading not to tell her family. Telling her she'd leave and never speak to Lawrence again. She looked so confused when Laci set up the camera near the bed. Her confusion turned to shock when Laci took off her shirt, and her shock turned to acceptance when Laci undid her jeans. Little Miss Jessica dutifully got on her knees as Laci slid out of her jeans and lay back on the bed. Laci pulled out her phone and showed the slut a great video of Lawrence bending her over her fiancé's bed. Nothing wrong with another video, right? She made the little whore look up at her as she licked her pussy. It was amazing. She could make her do anything she wanted. Hours of orgasms. All recorded. Maybe playing the video of her and Lawrence in her employer's lobby was over the top, but she broke the rules and contacted Lawerence again. Who cares if it was just to say goodbye. If she'd not done that, Laci may have kept her as a pet, but some people can't seem to do what they are told.
She bit her lip as she slid a second finger inside. Her moans filled the room as the cabin door opened and her sister walked inside with a glass of wine and a cigarette. "Hey Laci, are you up? Let's have an early day and..." Mandy froze.
Laci huffed and rolled her eyes as she slid her hand out of her panties. "Could you please knock?"
Mandy turned around and faced the door. "I'm so sorry. I'll just come back. Damn. Didn't expect that."
Laci sat up and lit a cigarette. "Stop clutching your pearls. Don't pretend you don't flick the bean every other day. You stay as horny as I do. May as well come in now."
Mandy still hadn't turned around. "Look, you can finish. Just text me when you're, you know, done."
