Relenting, I grabbed my purse and pulled out all the cash I had. “This will have to do.” I crushed the bills into his hand.
Instead of leaving, he pulled me into the hallway towards the bathrooms and
began kissing my neck.
“Stop,” I said. I looked around to make sure no one saw us.
“You got me fucking hot, girl.” He continued to kiss me.
I knew he wouldn’t leave easily, not unless I submitted. “Not here.” I pushed
him back.
“Come on, just a quickie to tide me over.” He unzipped his jeans and shoved
my hand inside the opening.
“I have to go, Peter,” I said, trying to pull away.
“Then do it quickly.” He clamped his hand over mine, guiding me.
I could have resisted. I could have pushed him away, but I didn’t want the scene. I didn’t want him to break up with me. As pathetic as it sounded, I didn’t want to be alone.
“In here.” I pushed him into the men’s bathroom.
“You’re a dirty girl, Caitlyn. I like it.”
Inside the handicap stall, he lifted my skirt and tugged on my panties. “No,
something fast,” I hissed.
While I straightened myself out, he linked his hands behind his head and jerked his lower body. “I’m ready. Show me how much you love me,” he purred.
When I gripped his erect penis, he whispered, “Go on, have a little taste of
your favorite _Peter_.”
I clamped my hand over his mouth to silence his moans as I used my other
hand to make him feel good. You have sunk to another low, Caitlyn. But, Kudos, for not ending on your knees, I thought wryly.
It didn’t take much work before Peter released. He had length, but no endurance. In this instance, I was grateful for his lack of stamina.
“Ok, I have to go back to work now. Go clean yourself up and I’ll leave when you’re gone,” I whispered
Grinning, he kissed me on the cheek. “You’re the fucking hottest chick I’ve
ever been with. Let’s continue tonight. I’ll make you scream for me.”
I forced a smile and waited. When I knew he was gone, I rushed to the sink
and washed the evidence of our disgusting act from my hands. I checked myself
in the mirror. I felt pity for the girl in the reflection. She had become exactly what the boys in high school had claimed she was.
But, I am in control, not them, I argued. I had just dried my hands when an older man stepped out of the stalls. I could have died from embarrassment.
“Oh, I must be in the wrong room,” he said, washing his hands and smiling
at me
Had he heard Peter? Did he know what I did?
“Actually, I think I was mistaken,” I said, nodding at the urinal. “My apologies, sir.”
I quickly ducked out and returned to my duties. The night flew by as I catered to the needs of the men from all over the world. They were in San Diego
for a trade’s convention. Talks about the best flooring for commercial endeavors, new equipment, and sales tactics filled the ballroom.
The Reality Check
I returned with a fresh tray of bacon wrapped shrimp when I bumped into the man from the bathroom. This time, I noticed how attractive he was. He looked to
be in his forties with hints of grey in his deep brown hair. His jaw was strong,
and his blue-grey eyes were piercing. He had the body of a retired quarterback.
“We meet again,” he said, taking one of the appetizers from my tray. “I’m Nick Fisher, and you are?”
