Gangbang party: As I walked through the office on my way to the elevator, I heard that over and over. My colleagues wished me well for the Wednesday to Friday training session I was leading in our Austin sales center. That’s what they were thinking about.
“Hope your flight’s on time, Phipps.”
Yes, they had the normal concerns appropriate for a common business trip, but I was thinking about sex.
You wouldn’t think my visit to Austin had anything to do with sex, but it did. The outward purpose was related to my job as a sales support manager for our company’s product line. The new office management software products had been installed in Austin and I was going to retrain the team. But I made sure the training ended on a Friday so I could stay the weekend by myself.
Why by myself? So I could try out my plan to revolutionize my life.
I was twenty-eight, rather attractive in a Mediterranean way. I did well in college, had friends, and lots of men tried to date me. But my needs were not being met. Not at all.
What I wanted from men was not the formula evening followed by a roll in the sheets. I wanted something much more energetic and explosively fulfilling. I wanted it to last and last until every ounce of erotic potential was wrung out of me.
I gave up on finding that in Chicago, where I was based, but was pretty sure I could find it in Austin. As I left for my trip, I already had the date set up for Saturday evening. I was prepared to go all night if necessary, until I was satisfied. That’s the deal I made through an adult classified ad service on the Internet.
I wrote and deleted my personal ad about twenty times before I hit the Post button. I was confused at first, not sure what to ask for, not really certain I could go through with it. But when I finally committed myself to the process, I got a small flood of replies from seemingly sincere people, asking their own questions and making good suggestions.
After sifting through all the messages and photos, I picked Hammer and Roxy, a man and wife couple. Of course the names were fake – I called myself Gwendolyn – but they promised they would rock my world.
They provided a cleverly seductive photo. Hammer was dressed as a Viking warrior with almost nude Roxy clinging to his leg like a slave wench. And in the background of the photo? Various leather restraints hung on wall pegs while a low table was littered with sex toys.
What sold me was Hammer’s message.
“Gwendolyn, get here as fast as you can. We’re going to violate you in every hole until you scream. You’ll beg for more and I’ll make sure you get it.”
Bingo! He knew the mood I was in.
~~~~~~
The two and one-half hour non-stop flight to Austin was uneventful. I used the time to read some hot romance ebooks on my Kindle. I was storing up that heat for my Saturday night rendezvous.
The business part of my trip went as expected. I had been to Austin before and knew all the people. After a coordination meeting during breakfast on Wednesday, I got into the training. Each day we worked through lunch and had a group dinner after six. When I got back to my hotel, I didn’t have much energy left.