0 comments/ 165730 views/ 68 favorites Intern's First Business Trip By: dowd_elwood_p *** Front Desk *** It was so noisy I could hardly think. The lofty hotel lobby had become an echo chamber for the excited chattering of the teenage girls scattered throughout the foyer. I was surprised to see their numbers when we arrived, and I had to abandon my boss in the midst of them in order to check in. Leaning over the front desk, I shouted at the receptionist to be heard over the din, "Are you sure? Could you check again please? It's Walker. Timothy Walker." I wasn't about to panic yet, but I was starting to get a sinking feeling. Organizing this business trip was my first big assignment for the company, and things were not going well. Already, our flight had been delayed, and my luggage was lost. I peered nervously back at my boss. Happily, she was occupied talking to an older woman, probably a client, and not stewing about my growingly evident incompetence. The pair, in tailored business suits, looked out of place amongst the bustling mob of young girls, but then again Ms Strickland always seemed to stand out in a crowd. Her sharply defined legs and full, firm body looked more bikini model than executive, but her straight black hair and dark, impassive eyes left no doubt that she was, in fact, a demanding, no nonsense boss. "Sir, did someone cancel the room?" the receptionist asked. "I don't see how. Only my boss and I knew the travel arrangements." "Pardon?" The receptionist squinted her eyes as if that would help her hear better. "I said, 'NO'." The receptionist glanced impatiently at the long line behind me and then turned back to her computer. I looked back again over my shoulder. The other woman had grabbed my boss's arm and was laughing. Were they scoffing at my screw-ups? It was a good thing that my boss, despite her reputation, had been tolerant with me while I was learning the ropes, or at least she had been before today. I first met Ms Strickland in the company gym. As I was doing bench presses, she walked over and scanned me up and down. She was wearing a tight leotard, and I was afraid that she thought I had been stealing glances at her. She didn't know that I would never do anything that depraved. I had been brought up in a strict Christian family, and although I'm not as religious as I had once been, I have made an effort to remain above moral reproach. In fact, as she stood over me and demanded my name, I had to avert my eyes from her nipples, which were poking up under her work-out suit. I'm embarrassed to admit that I started to get an erection and had to shift my hips on the bench to hide it. Nevertheless, a few days later, she had me assigned as her intern and insisted on me organizing this trip for the two of us. At the time, I thought I had been lucky, but now I felt the opportunity turning against me. "Eee-yoo," the squeal of a girl standing behind me in line snapped my attention back to the receptionist. "I'm sorry sir, but I only have the one room for you." "But that can't be right. I made the double reservation myself." "Yes, sir. That's what we have for you – one room, one double bed." "Yeah ... no, but when I said 'double', I meant ..." Then I started to doubt myself. What had I booked? Unfortunately, the confirmation message was in my missing luggage. Eyeing the restless line-up behind me, the receptionist proceeded to process me, swiping credit and key cards through her computer with practised hands. "Well, you must have another room I could get." The receptionist chuckled, "No sir." Then noticing my desperate stare, she stiffened her mouth. "Sir, it's the Midwest College Cheerleader Finals this week. There are no rooms available in the whole city." She slid my cards to me, and I dragged them off the counter. As I turned dejectedly towards my fate, the two girls behind me jostled into my space to ask for a new card for their room, alternately interjecting, "No, you did! ... No, you did!" by way of explanation. Theirs was an eminently more forgivable problem. As I trudged back across the foyer, I could feel my balls tingle anxiously. *** Lobby *** The route back was a slalom course of boppy, overly energetic girls who intermittently lurched into my path. Preoccupied by self-pity, I didn't notice a young girl stumbling backwards towards me until her bum squished into my groin. She yelped on contact and spun around immediately. Her friends screamed with equal surprise but then prevented her retreat by continually pushing her back into me. Each time she fell against me, her hair pressed up against my nose, tickling it. The strong smell of her youthful perfume sent a chill down my spine. Finally, I held her in place and backed myself away, the skin of her arms squishing delicately in my grasp. Turning bright red, she clasped her hands over her mouth in horror. Then she spun around and flailed at her cohorts, who parried and shrieked in defence. I turned back around and noticed that I had become the centre of attention. My boss, with a scowl, beckoned me curtly to hustle over. "Accosting young girls, Mr Walker?" the older woman asked as I arrived. She looked to be in her late 50s, thin, attractive and well maintained but with a skin that had been tanned a bit too much and a rough voice that hinted at hard living. I blushed. "No ma'am. She just fell into me." "And do girls always fall for you, Mr Walker?" The woman unexpectedly caressed the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I shivered. "Timothy, this is Mrs Robertson," my boss said, and once I heard the name, I recognized her immediately as the VIP client whom we were targeting on this trip. I had prepared a briefing on my laptop specifically for her. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am." I wanted to extend my hand, but she had sidled up so close to me that I couldn't move without hitting her. Mrs Robertson mussed my hair playfully. "My goodness, Beth, you brought a young one this year. I hope for your sake that he's eighteen. Or should I say for our sake?" "That depends, Doreen." "On what, Beth? His year of birth?" "No, on you signing a Letter of Intent this year. I found that our ... uh ... promotional campaign last year did not result in much business for us." "Oh, Beth, I thought I explained that to you. We just had a bad year; that's all." "Yes, well, all the same, you'll understand if I get a signature this year before Timothy ... uh ... shows you his PowerPoint." The woman hummed sceptically. "I'm twenty, ma'am," I volunteered. I'm not sure I had followed the gist of the conversation, but I wanted to reassure her that she wasn't conducting business with a minor. "Yes-s-s," Mrs Robertson said, suddenly putting her hand on my behind. "You certainly are." Her hand kneaded and fondled my ass cheek. Behind me, the group of girls raised a hoot at the sight and shoved my recent acquaintance to a skidding stop just behind me. She flailed back into the group. The back of my neck got hot. What was Mrs Robertson doing?! I glared at my boss to signal my alarm, but she just smiled blankly back at us. She must not have been able to see the groping. "Ms Strickland." I arched my eyebrows insistently. "I have to speak with you about a problem with the rooms. Maybe we could go over there, so we can talk." "Oh, nonsense, Timothy," she replied. "I'm sure that you have everything under control. Let's not abandon Mrs Robertson." "No, Timothy." The woman leaned uncomfortably close to my ear. "You don't want to be impolite, do you?" She curled her hand under my ass cheek and tickled the base of my sac through my pants. My cock leaped. I was mortified. I expected another reaction from the girls behind me, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that they had moved off. "Maybe you can accompany us upstairs, Doreen,'" my boss suggested. Giving my ass cheek a final cupping, Mrs Robertson murmured her approval loudly. "Well, we're starting early this year," she mused. *** Elevator *** Hustling with my boss's luggage, I fell in behind the two women, who caught an elevator before it could leave. In the back of the car was the same group of girls. My entrance prompted a flurry of elbow jabs and muffled sniggers amongst them. I tried not to make eye contact. The fit in the car was a squeeze, and I ended up sandwiched between the two women in the front and the girls in the back. "What floor are we on, Timothy?" my boss asked. "Five, ma'am." My reply sparked a giggle from the back row. "Ma'am," I heard someone whisper mockingly behind me, followed by some snorts. Then I felt a hand on my ass. I swung my head around only to see the girls hamming up disinterested stares at the ceiling and puckering their mouths to keep from grinning. I shuffled forward out of the way but ran into Mrs Robertson's hand with my leg. She looked over at me with a smile and clenched my thigh. "Beth, I'm delighted with your continued show of interest this year," she said, letting her hand slide towards my crotch. "I might be able to devote the entire week to you. Do you think young Timothy is up for extended negotiations?" I tried to back away from her hand, but the girls closed the distance. Mrs Robertson traced the outline of my erection on my pants and then clasped firmly onto the bulge. As I jerked my hips back in reaction, two hands behind me each grabbed a cheek. I breathed in sharply. "Doreen, it would our pleasure to be at your beck and call all week," my boss offered as the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened, "just as long as we get your LOI." My boss held the door open for Mrs Robertson to exit. "I have one in my bag. Maybe you could look it over while I unpack." Mrs Robertson released her grip on me and shuffled to the side of the car. I snapped my head around accusingly at the girls but was met with looks of shocked innocence. Then one of them blew me an air kiss. "That's all right, Beth," Mrs Robertson replied, "I think I better just catch up with you later." "As you wish," my boss said. "Timothy, let's go." I hefted her luggage out of the elevator, and together we proceeded down the hall. From behind us, a chorus of girls' voices sang out, "Goo-ood bye, Tim-moth-ee-ee," and then the elevator doors closed on the subsequent giggling. "Do you know those girls?" Ms Strickland asked. "No ma'am. I think they're probably just raising heck because they're away from home." "Did you just say, 'raising heck'?" "Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. I'll watch my language. Oh, I think this is the room. Here let me." *** Room *** I wrestled my boss's luggage onto a fold-out luggage stand and went around turning on lights. "It'll do, I suppose," Ms Strickland said inspecting the room. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. "So are you next door or down the hall?" she called out. "Well, ma'am, that's what I was trying to tell you in the lobby." I could feel my throat closing and my tongue going dry. "I ... uh ... I ... This is the only room they have." Ms Strickland emerged slowly and deliberately from the bathroom. She looked at me as if I had just said something in a foreign language. Brow furled and stare fixed, she circled around and then stopped in front of me. "I don't think I heard that properly. How many rooms do the TWO of us have?" "One, ma'am. Or two. Or at least, I booked two. And now there's one. It's because of the cheerleaders. Or maybe I just booked one. But if I did, it was an accident." As I stumbled through my explanation, she advanced towards me, and I retreated in step. "I assure you it was an accident. So now there's only one." My back smacked up against the wall, halting my retreat. "Ma'am?" "Uh huh. So in this perverted little scheme of yours," she said, leaning in towards my face, "what sleeping arrangements did you have in mind?" "Oh, ma'am, I ... I never ..." A twinge of fear travelled up my penis. Her face continued to loom towards mine. "Well, you would take the bed of course, and I could sleep in the ... uh ... desk chair or on the floor or ... or in the lobby. I could sleep in the lobby." The tip of her nose hovered just in front of mine. Her breath broke over my mouth as she spoke. "I get it now. This innocent, bumbling routine of yours is really just an act. You're actually pretty calculating, aren't you Mr Walker?" "Ma'am, I ... I ..." A sickening feeling clenched my balls. "Timothy, are you trembling?" "Yes, ma'am," I stammered. "Are you afraid of me?" "Y-y-yes, ma'am." "Good instinct, Timothy. Now calm down. I'm not going to bite your head off." She backed away and placed a hand gently on my cheek. "Not yet. My goodness, you look like a cornered bunny the way you're quivering." "Yes, ma'am." She smiled and then walked over to her luggage to unpack. "Well, don't piss yourself. You don't have a change of clothes. We'll sort out the room problem later. Right now, I need you to pull up the Robertson briefing. The way that she was hesitating on the LOI, I have a feeling that we might actually need to present this year." I happily left my standing at attention and set up the laptop on the desk. "By the way, Timothy, the desk clerk didn't say anything about someone ... um ... changing the reservation, did she?" The screen flickered as it came to life. "Yes she did, actually." "Oh?" Ms Strickland stopped rifling through her clothes. "And what did you say to that?" "I told her that it was impossible because only you and I knew we were staying here." I scrolled through the list of files and double-clicked on the Robertson one. "Yes, of course. Good." She walked around behind me. "Ah, you've got it. I'm going to take a shower now. Would you be a dear and finish unpacking for me?" She kissed my cheek and retired to the bathroom. The kiss was a bit of shock, but since it was more peck than kiss, I dismissed it. I walked over to her open bag and drew a breath. All I could see was lingerie. I lifted a bra strap with a hooked finger, but it turned out to be a thong that was little more than the strap, so I dropped it. Next, I grabbed for a black satin slip, but it slid through my fingers like liquid. I next saw a white lace nightie and imagined my boss wearing it, her full breasts filling out the cups, her dark aureoles making shadows in the lace, her ... suddenly the shower turned on. It seemed to be getting warm in the room. I abandoned the lingerie. Unzipping a side compartment, I found some dresses, and so I went to get some hangers. As I neared the closet, I noticed that the hiss of the spraying water sounded unusually clear. I turned my head to look, and there, through the open door, was the nude form of my boss bending over to remove her panties. When she stood up, her wonderfully round buns formed into two, soft, protruding mounds. She reached over to pull back the shower curtain, and her full breasts drooped defencelessly beneath her chest. Then she turned back and looked into the mirror ... directly at me. I whirled around immediately. She didn't see me. She didn't see me. She didn't see me. My heart was pounding. I grabbed for a hanger and banged my hand into all of them, sending them clattering to the ground. After a few deep breaths, I regained my composure and carried the tangled pile of hangers over to her luggage. The first outfit I pulled out was a red strapless dress with a huge V-slit up the side. I didn't know how to hang it up so I put it back. The second dress was made of black lace. It had shoulders, so I was able to get it on a hanger, but as I placed my hand under the dress to shake out the wrinkles, I noticed that I could see my fingers clearly through the material. She'd have to be careful what she wore under it. It must have been just a covering for something else. I walked the dress and hanger over to the closet and then remembered the open door, so I turned my back to it. However, against the far wall, a floor length mirror reflected the view of the bathroom, so I closed my eyes. The shower stopped, and the shower curtain screeched open. I placed my free hand over my eyes to stop myself from peeking. Then I tried to feel for the metal bar in the closet by holding the hanger out in front of me. I shuffled forward and swiped with the hanger back and forth trying to hook it. Behind me, Ms Strickland broke into laughter, "Timothy, what in the hell are you doing?!" "Hanging up your clothes like you asked, ma'am." "You look like a blind man fencing. Here, give that to me." I relinquished my 'foil' and uncovered my eyes but was shocked to see her nearly naked body. She had wrapped a small towel around her waist, which barely clung together and exposed one of her upper thighs through the gaping ends. She had also looped a rolled towel around her neck and left it to lie carelessly over the ends of her breasts. Didn't she realize that any swift movement on her part would cause the ends to swing away and expose her? Even now, the soft curves of her breasts were peeking around the sides of the material. I covered my eyes again with my hand. Ms Strickland clicked the hanger onto the bar. "I was thinking, Timothy, that your clothes will be pretty smelly by tomorrow if your luggage doesn't arrive tonight. ... What are you doing?" She batted at my hand. "Take your hand down." I did as she asked. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to see anything that I shouldn't." "Oh no?" she asked and then stared at me. "No ma'am." I swallowed. "Hmmm. All right, then phone down to the desk and arrange to have your clothes laundered. If we have to actually give a presentation tomorrow, I'll need you to look your best." "Yes, ma'am." I dialled housekeeping and tried to avoid gawking at my boss as her towel and breasts swayed in dangerously inconsistent directions. "Yes, housekeeping, could you pick up some laundry from room 505?" Bending down to open the dresser drawers, Ms Strickland's towel drifted away from her breasts, which lolled casually into view. I looked away, but my penis began to get firm. "There's nothing in here!" she cried. "One dress?! Is that all you put away?" I tried to focus on the call. "I'm sorry? When will it be ready? Couldn't I get it sooner than that? I see. I see. Okay." Shaking her head, Ms Strickland clipped the strapless dress onto a hanger and walked it over to the closet. "So? When will it be ready?" "She said by dinner tomorrow." "No, no, no, no!" Ms Strickland stomped across the room towards me, her towel flapping precariously up and down. I stumbled back and almost tripped over the desk chair. "We'll need it first thing in the morning!" I found myself bracing at the wall again. "I know, ma'am, but she said that they send the laundry out, so they can't control that." Ms Strickland stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. "You'd be surprised what people can control when they want to." Then she exhaled, and her features softened. "Don't worry. I'll speak to the maid when she comes for your clothes. Maybe some extra money will speed things up." She shifted to go and then turned back. "By the way," she said, flipping the towel from around her neck and looping it over mine. She squeezed the ends together at my throat and pulled my head down to hers. "What were you doing when I was in the shower?" I wanted to avoid her eyes, but when I looked down, I saw her uncovered nipples, so I just stared back. She had a weird grin. "Un-un-unpacking, ma'am." I squirmed. "You hung up one dress. What did you do the rest of the time? I think you were peeking at me." "No, ma'am, no!" An anxious feeling gripped my balls again. "I wouldn't do that ... except when I saw ... the ... your .... I mean I..." "I saw you looking at me," she asserted, releasing the towel and standing back to reveal more of herself. Her nipples stared back at me. "What were you planning to do?" I tried to look away, but she grabbed my hands and placed them on her bare breasts. My hands melted into the soft, plump flesh. I was shocked. I couldn't breathe. "Were you planning to sneak into the bathroom and fondle me?" Intern's First Business Trip "No. NO!" I yanked my hands away. My cock forced itself against the front of my pants. "I ... uh ... I ..." "Oh my goodness! Are you really this innocent? Settle down; settle down. Look at you shaking." She grabbed her towel and hooped it back over her head. The ends nestled back onto her breasts for whatever good that did. "Relax, Timothy. I'm just having a little fun with you. Now get undressed." "Ma'am?! Oh, the laundry. Yes, ma'am," I replied and cleared my throat. I turned to leave the room. "Where are you going?" "To the bathroom." "Why?" "Well, I didn't want to change in front of you." "Oh for heaven's sake, Timothy, the maid will be here any second. Just start stripping, and I'll bag your clothes for you." "But I ..." "Timothy," she snarled. "Let's go. I want to get back to the presentation." I relented. I pulled up on my sweater. Then, as I fumbled nervously with it over my head, I felt my boss taking off my shoes. Pulling my head through the neck hole, I looked down to see her on her knees in front of me, sliding the socks off my feet. Then she reached up and undid my belt. My hard-on strained as if wanting to burst out and meet her. "Oh, ... um ... would you like me to ... maybe I should do that, ma'am," I stammered. Looking whimsically up at me through the tops of her eyes, she yanked the zipper down its length. Then she slid her hands inside my fly to my hips and loosened my slacks to slip down to the floor. Directly in front of her eyes, my erection pressed shamelessly into the front of my briefs. As I fiddled furiously with my shirt buttons, Ms Strickland stared directly at my bulge. I was afraid what she would conclude from my condition, and as if to confirm my fear, she began to nod her head. "I knew it," she said. "Knew wh-wh-what, ma'am?" "White jockeys. I knew you were a tightie-whitie kind of guy." Just then, a knock came to the door. *** Bathroom *** As my boss went to answer the door, I escaped to the sanctuary of the bathroom. Inside, I looked down at my hard-on with disdain. How embarrassing! Momentarily, a knock came to my door. I opened it a crack and peered out. On the other side stood a short latina girl in a baggy, utilitarian maid uniform that zipped up the front. She appeared to have long brown hair, but she had it clipped into a bun at the back. Her cherubic face made her look younger than she probably was, and her strong Mayan nose made her look a little plain. But then she smiled, and suddenly her face filled with her grin and teeth and cheek dimples. It was pleasantly unsettling. "Perdón, señor, I come for clothes." "Yes, the woman has them outside." I closed the door and looked around the bathroom for something to wrap over my briefs. Clearly, I wasn't going to be able to trust my penis to behave for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, my boss had used all of the large towels. The maid knocked again and then slipped into the room, closing the door behind her. "Perdón, señor, I mean those clothes. Señora say I must take underpants." Before I could object, she crossed the room and kneeled in front of me. She grabbed onto the waistband and yanked. By reflex, I cupped my hands over my groin, but it afforded me little grip on the briefs. "Wait, wait, wait! I'm not sure that I need ..." "Por favor, señor, I must take." She pulled steadily and slid the briefs slowly down my legs. The elastic waistband dragged roughly down the underside of my cock, sending a thrill into my groin. I made one last grab for them, but my release allowed her to pull them down completely. My erection waggled freely out in front of me, and grinning widely, she flicked the end of it with her finger. "Ay, Papi, qué miembrillo!" She cupped her hand over my erection and gave it a little rub. "Es grande, no?" A warm buzz went down my shaft and into my balls. I couldn't believe it. No woman had ever touched my naked penis before. I tried to cover myself, but her hand was in the way. "Ohhh," I shuddered. "Mmmm, you like I help you?" She wrapped her hand around my hard-on and pulled it out from my body. Then she leaned her mouth towards the tip, almost touching it, and looked up at me through the tops of her eyes. "Mamo su pene?" "No," I said weakly. "You have to stop." She pouted, and as her lower lip extended, it grazed the tip slightly. "Okay. I stop." She then gave it a tender nibble, which made me jerk in her hand. She giggled and stood up. "When Mamacita leave, you call for Maria, okay?" She gave me a peck on the cheek and turned to go, my briefs in hand. "Wait! Do you have any towels? I need to cover myself." She turned back around. "Qué?" I mimed a towel wrapping around my waist. "A towel?" "Ah, si, una toalla." She grabbed a small facecloth off the towel rack and laid it gently over top of my erection, as if she were moving it from one towel bar to another. It drooped lightly over my pole, providing almost no cover. "Adiós, Papi." She gave me another peck on the cheek, giggled and breezed out. Through the open door, my boss stared in shock at my tiny loincloth. I quickly shut the door and desperately looked around the bathroom for a better covering. Ms Strickland knocked on the door. "Timothy, come out. Don't be shy." "Yes, ma'am. I'll be out in a second." I could only find a hand towel and tried wrapping it around my waist. With it, I could either cover my front or back but not both. I chose the front and pinned the towel on my hips with my hands. My erection pushed out on the loose material, as if trying to escape under the bottom hem. I wrestled with the doorknob, trying not to drop the towel in the process, and stepped outside. Ms Strickland pouted. "Oh, I liked the other towel better." I blushed and sidled away from the door, keeping my backside pointed away from her. As I passed, her eyes remained fixed on my projection. She bit her lower lip. "So what were you doing in there so long with the maid?" She placed a fingertip on the end of my hard-on and twanged it. I shuddered and stepped back. "Nothing, ma'am. I ... she ... We couldn't find a towel for me to cover myself." "Uh huh," she murmured sceptically. "You know, you don't have to cover yourself if you don't want to." She hooked a fingertip into the towel at my waist and plucked at it. I lurched back. "Oh ... uh ... I ... uh ... I think I would prefer to, ma'am." "Hmmm. Well, go get the presentation ready. I'm just going to get changed." "Okay," I said, backing towards the desk. "Oh and ma'am, could you bring me one of your towels when you come out?" "Sure, Timothy, if you're finished teasing me, I suppose I could." She didn't really think I was teasing her, did she? She walked over to her luggage and rummaged through it. She kept holding up flimsy pieces of clothing and pondering. I started to picture her in each one that she considered, but it got me really hard, so I settled myself down at the desk and turned my attention back to the presentation. Finally, she breezed past me, letting her final selection skim over my head in passing, and disappeared into the bathroom. *** Desk *** I shifted my bare cheeks on the itchy material of the chair and re-arranged the towel over my lap. My erection pointed wilfully up underneath. I tried forcing it to lie against my stomach by pulling on the towel and tucking it under my ass, but the ends of the towel kept spitting out whenever I budged. So I just hunched over my lap to hide it and looked back at the screen. Maybe if I concentrated on my work, the erection would go down on its own. Soon, my boss returned, wearing a mauve nightie that shimmied uncontrollably as she approached. When she drew up next to me, I could see why. Through the thin material, I observed that she had nothing on underneath. Her aureoles and pubic hair made dark purple outlines on the mauve cloth. I swallowed and looked away. I could feel my heart rate increase. "Here's your towel," she said and placed something light on top of my head. I reached up only to find a facecloth. "No ma'am, I meant one of the bath towels that you had." "Oh, did you? But I liked this one," she purred. "Anyways, the bath towels are wet. I used them to dry myself." She put a finger under my chin and rotated my face towards hers. "And to wipe myself. Is that what you wanted?" I blushed. "No ma'am. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." She had an unsettling grin on her face. "Ummm, I have the presentation up." "Yes, I see." She stepped between me and the desk. I had to spread my legs to give her room. "Oh, would you like to sit down here?" I grabbed the chair's armrests to stand up. "No, no, no. You stay where you are. This'll only take a minute." She bent forward, thrusting her bum into my face and causing me to flop back in the chair. The flimsy material drifted up the back of her legs and crested her soft, round cheeks. The dark separation between her fleshy mounds peeked under the nightie's hem. I turned my head away but found myself constantly glancing back. I chastised myself for being so weak. "Which slide has the sales projections?" she asked, opening her legs slightly. Between her thighs, a tuft of dark hair appeared as a feathery silhouette. My pulse began to pound, and my penis throbbed in sync. "Umm ... ohh ... fifteen, ma'am." I swivelled my head towards the bed and tried to find an object with which I could distract myself. Instead, I caught my boss's reflection in the glass of a painting. Her breasts drooped heavily in the thin nightie, and her ass pointed directed at my face, as if being offered. I found the image embarrassingly stimulating and had to shut my eyes. "Did you use last year's sales figures or this year's?" she asked. "This year's, ma'am." "Good, but the title is wrong." I didn't realize she was sitting down until I felt her ass settle onto my balls. Then she slid up towards my stomach. The rough terrycloth rasped up the underside of my hard-on as she went. I felt a twinge in my balls as if something were about to happen. The friction felt wonderful and exciting, and I lurched in my seat at the surprise of it all. Ms Strickland turned on my lap. "Oh sorry, did I sit on something." "No, I ... uh ..." I coughed. "I just ... uh ... didn't expect it." I cleared my throat. "You're okay?" "Umm ... yes, ma'am." "Good." She turned back to the computer, and in doing so, she lifted off my lap and repeated her backward slide. Again, the friction caused my groin to twinge and grip. My penis went completely rigid. I clutched onto the chair's armrests, but nothing happened. "Oh dear, I've done something." "Ma'am?" "I've lost the data or something." She sat back and let me view the screen. I leaned forward. At the corner of my eye, I could see her full breasts pushing on the thin nightie. "Oh, I think you just wrote over the link. I can fix that." I grabbed the mouse and was surprised that she didn't get up to let me at the laptop. Instead, she put an arm around my back and balanced on my thigh. I tried to concentrate on the repair, but I kept noticing her breasts inching towards my face. I made some clicks on the screen and then felt silky material on my cheek. I clicked furiously through the file directory, while one of her fleshy mounds mushed into the side of my face. I could feel her hard nipple poke into the skin of my cheek. I found the correct table of data and re-linked it. The compressed nipple slid towards my mouth. I fiddled with the axes and tried to move my head away, but the breast stayed firmly against my face. The nipple got closer and closer to my lips. Finally, I got the chart back to its original state and flopped back in the chair. "There. That should do it," I announced with relief. Ms Strickland hovered over my slumped body with a glint in her eyes. "Good boy, Timothy. Then it's bedtime. Let's call it a night." She jumped off my lap and hustled to the bed. *** Bed – Night *** Ms Strickland turned off the lights and slid between the bed's crisp sheets. I saved the file and shut down the computer. I didn't know where I was going to sleep though. I had thought that I would try the chair and rest either my feet or head on the desk, but now that I was there, I realized how uncomfortable that would be. No, it had to be the floor, I guess. I held the towel at my waist and stood up. With my erection at full strength now, I had to bend over to make it less prominent. I shuffled over beside the bed and lowered myself slowly onto the floor, being careful not to let the towel fall. My boss watched my balancing act with an amused grin. I fidgeted around on my back to make the best of the hard surface and then arranged the towel on my lap for best coverage. I was far from comfortable, but I figured that I would probably drift off at some point during the night. Propped sideways on her elbow, Ms Strickland leaned over the side of the bed. "Comfy?" "I'll be all right, ma'am," I said stoically. "Will you?" "Yes, ma'am, don't worry about me?" "Want anything?" "Um ... could I borrow one of the pillows?" "One of these?" She held one up in the air. "Yes please, ma'am." She returned it to the head of the bed. "No, I'm sorry, Timothy, but I'm going to need all these pillows for myself." "Oh, okay. That's fine. I'll be okay." She broke out laughing. "Oh, for heaven's sake, get up here." "Ma'am?" "Timothy, I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor. Get into bed. My goodness, I'm beginning to think that you're hopeless." Well, I hadn't expected that. I got off the ground and slipped carefully under the covers. The bed was not very large, and I made every effort not to touch my boss's body as I climbed in. Under the sheets, I arranged the towel over my lap and braced myself into a rigid position to ensure that I wouldn't roll into her during the night. Ms Strickland watched me get settled. "Finished?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am." Suddenly, she reached under and whipped my towel away, tossing it onto the floor. I swallowed but didn't move. "Relax, Timothy," she said, placing her hand softly on my shoulder. "I am relaxed, ma'am." "No, you're not. You're like a plank of wood." She snaked her lower arm under my neck and snuggled her body into my side. I gasped. I could feel the silky material of her nightie along my arm and the warmth of her breath in my ear. She slid her other hand under the sheets and petted my chest gently with her fingertips, as if she were soothing a frightened puppy. "Should we be doing this, ma'am?" She continued to pet me. Her caresses were light and ticklish. "Why? What do you think we're doing, Timothy?" She stroked my upper chest and then let her hand slip lower. "Sleeping so close together in the same bed, I mean." She stroked lower on my chest a couple times and then let her hand drop again. "Shhh. It's a small bed, Timothy. Go to sleep." She stoked my stomach and then moved lower. I grew anxious. She moved her hand to my abdomen and accidentally touched the base of my penis. I inhaled audibly. She forked her fingers around either side of the base and dragged her nails back through the pubic hair, making it crinkle as she combed. "You're not sleepy, are you?" she breathed into my ear. "No, ma'am," I tried to say but ended up whispering. She ran her hand down the top of one of my thighs and scraped her fingernails up my inseam on her return. "I think I know what the problem is." "Ma'am?" She carefully peeled off our coverings until there was only one sheet over our bodies. My erection propped it up at my waist. "I think I know what's wrong," she said, playfully shimming the sheet in against the prop. With each adjustment, the sheet took on more and more the shape of my cock. "I think ..." She shimmed. "I see exactly ..." She shimmed. "why you're ..." She shimmed. "not tired." Finally, the sheet wrapped around my upright pole. Ms Strickland grasped the white cotton column around the base. "You're just a little overexcited. That's all." She moved the sheath slowly up and down, sliding the cloth over my sensitive skin. It felt glorious, and I let out a sigh. Up and down, she pumped. Up and down. "So what do you think we should do about it?" "Ma'am? ... Ohhh ..." Up and down. Up and down. "Well, what does your girlfriend do for you when you get like this?" "I ... uh ... I don't have a girlfriend ... Ohhh ..." Up and down. Up and down. "Okay, well when you've had a girl help you out, what did she do?" "I never ... Mmmm ... I never ... Mmmm ... with a girl ... Ohhh ..." Ms Strickland stopped and leaned over my face. "Never?" I shook my head. She reclined and stared at the ceiling. "Well, that explains a lot." Then she propped herself back up. Now she had a weird look in her eyes. She slid her arm underneath the sheet, and I braced myself. "I don't think I've ever been in bed with a virgin before." I felt embarrassed. "Sorry, ma'am." She closed her eyes. "Oh gawd, don't be sorry." I could feel the bed vibrating but nothing else. I looked over to see her moving her arm up and down, but I couldn't feel her touching me. She seemed to be rubbing herself under the sheet. With her eyes closed, she said, "Timothy, I want you to say, 'I'm a virgin'." The bed shimmied beneath me. "I'm a virgin." "Mmmm, say it again." The bed pulsated even more. "I'm a virgin." "Ohhh! Now say, 'I want you to take my ...' Wait!" She stopped abruptly and sat up. "Don't move." She jumped out of bed and picked up the phone. I shifted to get more comfortable and accidentally moved my hand over where she had been lying. The sheets were wet there. She must have been sweating. "Doreen?" my boss said into the phone. "I didn't wake you, did I? ... Sorry about that. I just phoned to follow up on our conversation. ... I see. Yes, well you did seem a little reluctant in the elevator. ... I understand. No, that's fine. Oh, by the way, I think I forgot to mention something to you. Did I tell you that the presentation I brought this year has never been given to anyone before?" I could have told her that. I only prepared it the day before we left. "No, Doreen, you're not getting it. I mean EVER. ... That's right, not to anyone. ... That's it. ... That's right. ... I thought you would appreciate that. ... Okay, when? ... Yes, yes. And the LOI? ... Well, persistence does pay sometimes. ... No, I absolutely guarantee it. ... Oh, don't worry." Ms Strickland looked over at me. "You'll know. You'll certainly know. ... Okay, then. Good night." Boy, there was a lot to doing business that I had to learn yet. Ms Strickland hung up the phone and raised her arms in victory. "Yes-s-s! Let's see her get to sleep now." She danced over to the bed and leaped on top, landing on her knees beside me. She leaned over my face, her breast wobbling under her nightie. "Timothy, you and your cornball morality are going to pay off big time for us. I knew that I sensed something about you in the gym." I wanted to ask her what had just happened, but she suddenly lunged at my face and gave me a big kiss on the lips and then another and then another. I felt both shocked and excited. Then she slipped under the sheets and cuddled up to my body. "Timothy, tomorrow I need you to take your time giving the presentation. If you finish too soon, it will not be a good thing." "I understand, ma'am." "Actually, you don't, and that's what's so great." She gave me another kiss on the mouth and then got a weird look in her eye. "You know, we can't practise tonight, but I sure can warm you up." "Really?" I sat up. "Do you want met to turn the laptop back on?" "No," she said, pushing me down. "I want you to lie back and relax." I was totally confused. As she ducked her head under the sheet, I stared down at the resulting lump and decided to ask her what ... Yikes! All of a sudden, her hand wrapped around my penis. She stroked it gently up and down. I inhaled sharply. Intern's First Business Trip She stroked with a slow, gentle rhythm and kissed her way across my chest. Stroke ... stroke ... stroke, she tickled my nipple with her tongue and then kissed her way over to the other one. Stroke ... stroke ... stroke, she tickled the second nipple and finished with a strong suck. I felt a twinge in my penis. Stroke ... stroke ... stroke, she kissed down my chest until she reached my bellybutton, corkscrewing the tip of her tongue inside. I felt another strong twinge; my penis shivered. Stroke ... stroke ... stroke, she forced my shaft to lie along my abdomen and touched the tip to her lips. I heard the smack of a kiss under the sheets and felt a gentle pressure on its head. I got another twinge and felt a muscle clench inside my balls. Then something soft flicked at the tip – something wet. It was her tongue! She licked me rapidly without stopping. I got a mental image of her face on my stomach, my hard-on extended towards her mouth, her tongue flicking at the tip, and I lost control. My groin clenched, followed by my thighs, and then everything exploded. "Ohhh, ma'am! OHHHHH!!" Cum spurted past her handhold and sprayed all over the inside of the sheet. Spurt after spurt shot under the covers. I kept jerking my hips in spasms until I ran out of cum and then settled back down on the bed. After a moment, Ms Strickland raised up, the sheet sliding over her head and down her back. Cum was smeared all down one side of her face. It dribbled off an eyebrow and her chin, and gobs of it matted her hair. Most of the drops were landing on her cleavage and nightie. She looked annoyed but in a comical way. "All right, for future reference," she said, blowing a raspberry of cum from between her lips, "you need to warn your partner before you do that." I struggled to catch my breath. "I'm ... I'm sorry. But how do you know when?" She leaned over my face and delighted in seeing a few drops land on me. "Never mind. You'll figure it out." She kissed me on the lips and then rubbed her face on mine, smearing cum all over. I felt sticky and gooey, but in my stomach, I glowed with a feeling I've never had before. "Don't move," she said, getting up for some towels. She washed us both, dispensed with her nightie and then found a clean sheet in the closet. As she entwined her naked body around mine, I stared in a daze at the ceiling. I felt on top of the world, and as I relived the experience in my mind, I started getting hard again. I petted the soft skin of her thigh, which lay across my leg, and focused on the warmth of her breath blowing rhythmically onto my neck. Slowly, I drifted off. *** Bed – Morning *** At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then it felt too real. My cock was hard, and I sensed a light tickle travelling up and down its length. Lying on my side, I couldn't make out the clock, but the light level in the room told me that it was early morning. I was still really tired. I also felt hot. Something warm and soft pressed up behind me. Oh, my goodness! It was my boss's naked body! Her soft breasts were smushed into my back, a smooth leg rested on my outer thigh, an arm curled around my waist, and her hand was lightly stroking my hard-on. Her fingers were like feathers. Sometimes she ran the fingertips up my shaft, sometimes she used the nails, and sometimes she held me loosely in her fist. Her rhythm was slow; her touch gentle. I wanted it to go on all day, but the more I realized what she was doing, the more excited I got, and that made my balls bubble. I exhaled appreciatively. Ms Strickland leaned her mouth to my ear. "Good morning, my little money maker," she whispered. "Don't get too excited. I just wanted to make sure you were up for it this morning." She got up and hopped off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower now. I've called down for some more towels. The maid should bring your clothes at the same time. ..." She continued talking, but I drifted off. I imagined her hand sliding up and down. "... sharp this morning." She suddenly grabbed my chin and swivelled my face towards hers. "Did you hear me? I said no playing with yourself. No more orgasms until we meet with Mrs Robertson. You have to be on your game." "Yes, ma'am." She released me and padded off to the bathroom. I let my head flop back onto the pillow and watched her bum squinch back and forth as she walked away. The sight gave me an eager feeling in my stomach, and I reached down to rub my hard-on. No! She told me not to do that, ... but I wanted to so much. I shifted onto my back and got comfortable. Luckily, I was tired enough to doze off again. After a short nap, a pair of lips revived me. Boy, she really knew how to wake a guy up! Her lips were soft and wet and forceful. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the oral massage. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and then thrust her tongue into mine. Admittedly, I was not very experienced at kissing, but this must have been hot, even for people who do it all the time. She kissed and sucked and slurped, and I finally opened my eyes. "Buonas días, Papi." I jolted upright and slammed my back against the headboard. At the foot of the bed, a pile of sheets and towels bounced up and almost scattered onto the floor. The maid shifted forward and traced a hand down my chest. "Why you no call me, Papi?" Her hand drifted over the sheet to my erection. "Mmm, you dream for me, maybe?" She settled her hand onto the linen mound and grasped me. I flinched and tried to pull away but hit the headboard again. "No. Don't." "No?" Lifting the sheet, she unveiled my erection to the open air. "Ohhh. You say no, but your little pinga say si." She bent forward and planted a big kiss on its tip. Then she moved to the base and slurped up the underside to the tip again. "Buonas días, little pinga. Papi say he no want to play, but I think you do, no?" I squirmed under her attention. My boss's injunction rang in my ears. "No. Please, don't." Maria got up on her knees and straddled my legs. "No?" She pouted and unzipped the front of her uniform. I saw nothing but skin underneath. She reached in, cradled her breasts and pushed them out for me to see. I had no idea she had such an ample, curvy body under that baggy outfit. "Papi no want to play? Maria does." I braced my arms against her hips to hold her back. "Don't, Maria. My boss is just in the shower, and she ordered me not to ..." "Mamacita?" She leaned past my hold and put her arms around my neck. "Mmmm. Si-i-i, Mamacita can play too." She kissed me on the lips. "Mamacita." She kissed me again. "Maria." And then kissed me again. "Y Papi." And then buried her lips into mine. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. Pouting, she shrugged her shoulders and zipped her uniform back up. She stepped off the bed and gave me another sad pout. Then she picked the soiled sheet up from the floor. Noticing the stains, she leered at me and said, "Comprendo. Mamacita no share Papi." She returned. Kneeling back on the bed, she reached her hand up under the bottom hem of her uniform. She rubbed herself underneath, slowly at first and then faster as she got going. She leaned over my face and resumed kissing me. The more she rubbed, the firmer she kissed. I slid away sideways along the headboard, and she fell on top of me. It felt like she was going to chew my lips off. Her shoulder lurching as she rubbed, she inhaled loudly between kisses. Then with a moan, she stopped. Smiling at me, she extracted a glistening hand from under her dress and rubbed it on my cock, slathering her slimy juices all over my innocent skin. "There, Papi. Now, Mamacita taste Maria. Maybe later, Mamacita want Maria to play too." I stared open-mouthed at my lubricated groin. I didn't know what to say. Maria snickered and inserted a couple of slick fingers into my gaping mouth. "Mmmm, te gusta?" she purred. Suddenly, the shower turned off with a 'thunk', prompting Maria to withdraw. "You call Maria, Papi. Promise?" she said over her shoulder as she moved towards the door. I tasted Maria's juices in my mouth and saw them glistening all over my penis. Maria leaned back around the corner of the room. "Promise?" "Yeah. Sure." She giggled and blew me an air kiss. "Adiós, Papi." Then it hit me. "My clothes!" I called out, but the door clunking shut was the only answer I got. *** Shower *** "What about your clothes?" I looked up to see my boss peeking through the partially opened bathroom door. "Oh ... uh, the maid was just here," I replied. "Ah, clean towels. Bring me one and then take your shower? We're running out of time." I jumped out of bed and grabbed a towel. Positioning it discreetly in front of me and clasping a hand over my eyes, I stumbled into the bathroom. Ms Strickland giggled. "I don't think you need to be shy after last night, Timothy," she said, whisking the towel away from me. "Oh my gawd, are you still hard?!" She traced a finger delicately along my shaft. "God bless the teenage boy!" "I'm not a teenager, ma'am," I corrected her. "I'm twenty." She turned the shower back on and then smacked my ass. "Okay, stud. Get cleaned up," she commanded. "I want you completely scrubbed. Understand?" "Yes, ma'am." I stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. The humid air smelled flowery from the bath soap and shampoo. I angled my hard-on into the spray, hoping to soothe its fervour, and then I lathered the soap into a ... Suddenly, the shower curtain hooks screeched across the rod. Ms Strickland glared at me. The towel around her chest clung desperately against her huffing and threatened to slip apart. "Where are your clothes?!" she cried. I stumbled back against the shower wall. Holding a hand up shakily to shield my eyes from the spray, I stammered, "The maid ... I ... she brought the towels and ... I ... she tried to ... but you said not to ... so I told her ..." "Oh my gawd! You know, Walker, this cute little innocent-boy routine is getting on my nerves. She didn't bring them, did she?" I shook my head. "Well, now we're really running late." She whipped her towel off and stepped into the tub. Her breasts quivered and jostled with her abrupt movements. "Okay, let's get you going." She snatched the soap out of my hand and pulled me roughly into the centre of the shower. She scoured my chest, scuffing the soap vigorously across my skin and buffing it in with her fingers. "Is it too much to ask for you to stay on the ball?" she grumbled. My body rocked from her effort, and I had to clutch at her to maintain my balance. My hands grasped at her wet, soft skin and slipped accidentally onto parts I shouldn't have been touching. My skin began to burn. Shamefully, my hard-on tingled from all the stimulation. She hustled around beside me to get better leverage and almost toppled me over the side of the tub. She hauled me back from the brink, and I landed sideways against her chest. My upper arm wedged into the moist cleavage of her doughy breasts. "This is a big account that we're going after here. We don't have time to be screwing around." She rubbed forcefully on my stomach and caused my erection to flap up and down. Then, she reached down and closed her hand around my sac. She took one ball in her soapy hand and squeezed. The pressure was uncomfortable. "I could have brought any intern in the company, but it was you that I selected." My ball popped up through her grip, and so she re-caged it with her fingers and pulled down again. "Don't make me regret my decision." I groaned with the tension and stumbled backwards. My cock began to hum. "Oh, shush," she chided me, grabbing my other ball roughly and drawing it down the same way. I moaned with the pull and reached down to soothe my groin, but she slapped my hand away. "Don't touch," she barked. "If you go off, you're going to be useless to me." She spun me around to scrub my back. Her strokes were rough and rapid. I imagined the long, red streaks that were forming. She finished my back quickly and twirled me around. The hot water further inflamed my scoured skin. "Bend forward," she ordered. I leaned around her body, but not enough. She pressed an elbow into my back, doubling me over. I threw my arms forward to prop myself against the shower's back wall, my rear pushed up towards the driving shower spray. I glanced over at her soft, pink cheeks beside my head. A few beads of water ran down the smooth curve of ... Suddenly, she yanked my cheeks apart. "You have got to get your head in the game." She jammed a finger into my pucker. I jerked my hips forward and yowled. My balls gripped inside. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she scolded, doubling me back over and jabbing her finger back in. With more soap, she gained better access and soon pumped a finger mercilessly into my behind. "Think, Walker." Pump, pump, pump. "Think." Pump, pump, pump. "That's all I ask." A stinging heat radiated through my groin and electrified my balls. My cock went completely rigid. I felt on the verge of something happening. I held my breath. My whole body tightened. "There. That should do it," she said, propping me back up. "Don't forget to finish washing down here." She formed her soapy hand over my hard-on and absent-mindedly drew it along its length. "But no beating off. Understa ..." I couldn't help it. With the slippery pull of her fist, she might as well have been yanking on a cannon's lanyard. I exploded into the open air of the shower. Long streams of cum arced through the spray like tracer rounds marking a trajectory. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhh!" I groaned. Ms Strickland released me immediately and then waved a flattened hand at my pulsing member as if she were ordering it to stop. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! What are you doing?! Oh no!" she cried. I was so embarrassed. My cock spasmed a couple more times and then relaxed. A final pearl of cum oozed out of the hole at the tip. I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't bear to face her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her staring at me, her mouth agape. Except for the spritzing of the shower, the bathroom became quiet. Neither of us moved for a minute or two. Then, Ms Strickland broke the silence. "CRA-A-AP!!" she shouted. She grabbed her towel and stormed out of the bathroom. *** Main Room *** My whole body glowed and prickled. I rinsed off, angling different parts of my body at the massaging water. I felt bad about what had just happened, but at the same time, I felt incredibly energized as my body flushed and glowed. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe I needed that to wake up. After some relief, I shut the water off, stepped out of the tub and dried myself. Then I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked into the main room. My boss, now dressed in a suit, was hopping on one foot to put a shoe on and yelling into the phone at the same time. "No not tomorrow, today! Sí, hoy. No mañana. Ahora!" My boss slammed the phone down and pulled at her hair. "Arghhh!!" she yelled and went rigid. Then she slowly pushed her hands out at an invisible wall, as if she were doing Tai Chi. She breathed deeply. Her body relaxed. "Okay," she said as she exhaled. "This is what we'll do. I was going to go up first anyways, but you need to get up there as soon as possible. You wait here for your clothes and then hustle up immediately after you get dressed." "Yes, ma'am." She walked over in front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes went soft, and her lower lip pouted a bit. "Timothy," she cooed. "How do you feel?" "Fine, ma'am. Really good, in fact." She cocked her head and traced a hand gently down my chest. She slipped it into my towel and burrowed towards my penis. The shock of her touching me down there made me jump. She massaged my drooping bits softly. My towel unravelled and slid to the floor. "Are you going to be able to perform when we get up there?" she asked, leaning her forehead onto mine and staring into my eyes." I swallowed. "Yes, ma'am. I know the material." Her massage was starting to get me excited again. I could feel blood diverting to my groin. She leaned over to the side of my face. She kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck. With each kiss, she rubbed me more firmly. I couldn't understand why she was doing what she told me not to do. She focused on my neck. Her kisses were wet and soft and sucking, and then her tongue licked over the area she had been sucking. Then she stopped, stepped back and gazed at my groin. My penis, slightly aroused, hunched heavily in front of me. Stroking her chin, she mused, "Maybe." She grabbed the sides of my head with her hands and glared into my eyes. "Timothy, you can't screw this up," she said. "I need you upstairs in twenty minutes, or we're going to lose this deal." She moved her hands to my ears and rolled my lobes around in her fingers. "Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am." Suddenly, she yanked down on my lobes. "Do you understand?" "Owww! Yes, ma'am! Twenty minutes!!" She let go and softened her gaze. Her eyes looked almost affectionate. "Twenty minutes," she repeated with an eerie calmness, giving me a peck on the cheek. Then she grabbed her suit jacket and hustled out of the room. I flopped into the desk chair and waited. I would get my clothes and hustle upstairs. I waited. I thought for a moment that I should go over the presentation one more time but decided that there wasn't enough time. I waited. I looked up at the door to the room, but no knock resulted. I waited. Then I went over to the peephole and surveyed the empty hallway. And I waited. After ten minutes, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I dialled housekeeping. "Hola, housekeeping," came the reply. "Hi, this is Mr Walker in room 505. Do you know when you'll be delivering my clothes?" "You want we pick up clothes?" "No, deliver them. Room 505. When are you going to deliver them?" "Cinco cero cinco? ... Oh, si, Sr Walker. Mañana. Your clothes ready tomorrow. I tell señora when she call me." "No, no, no! I need them immediately! Now!" "You want we pick up clothes now?" "No! My clothes! I need my clothes!" "Si. Mañana. We deliver. You no pick up. We deliver." "No! It's ... I have to ... Aaahh!" I slammed down the phone. Now what? I'll call the manager. No, there wasn't time, and my clothes were probably irretrievable in any case. My heart began to race. I slew my head around the room. Everything came into sharp detail, but nothing looked wearable. The closet! I ran over and pawed through the hangers. Arghhh! Everything she had was way too feminine ... and too small even if I had been desperate enough. ... But I was desperate. No! Something else. I glanced down at my towel wrap. How would that look? What would people think as I went upstairs? I resigned myself and scooted around the end of the bed to grab the laptop. Then spying the folded sheet, I halted. Maybe four years of high school Latin would finally pay off. A toga! I shucked off my towel, fluffed out the sheet and draped it around my body. After a few attempts, I remembered how to wrap it. I looked at myself in the mirror. It certainly covered more than the towel, and it looked curious rather than indecent. I scurried over to the desk, grabbed the laptop and launched out the door, my toga ruffling noisily against my legs as I ran. *** Elevator *** I pressed the 'up' button repeatedly. Two minutes to go. My balls twinged with worry, and my stomach churned anxiously. Behind me, a pair of girls giggled as they passed down the hall. Then the elevator arrived, and I zipped inside. I stabbed the button for the sixteenth floor and looked down to ensure that my sheet wouldn't get caught in the closing door. I noticed that fifteen had also been pushed. Then I heard a snicker behind me. ... I was not alone.