Business Trip Chapter 11

Business Trip Chapter 11

Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental

“YOU NEVER CALLED.” Those were the first words out of Evan’s mouth when they were settled in his car. Before that they had put on the standard display of affection, loving couple back together after a week of separation. Even now, the tone of his voice was neutral, more an observation than an accusation.

“It wasn’t stuff I wanted to talk about over the phone.” Here, trapped together in the car, that was perfect. Maybe.

“What kind of stuff?”

“Where to start, where to start. I was a bad girl this week. A really bad girl.”

“How bad?”

“If you can imagine it, I probably did it. Maybe some things beyond that.”

“Really. Okay, let’s play battleship then. But you have to be honest. You can’t lie and say you did things you didn’t.”

“What about the other way?”

“That too. Deep throat?”

“Check.”

“Anal.”

“Check.”

“DP?”

“Check. Are you mad at me?”

“Maybe. What am I missing?”

“With ladies.”

“Oh sure. How did I miss that one? Just oral? Or using a strap-on?”

“Mostly oral with the ladies. A strap-on with Brad.”

“You were fucking Brad with a strap-on? How the hell did that happen?”

“It’s a long story. I’ve got it with me. Want to try it?”

“After it’s been up his ass?”

“Jesus. I washed it off. What about a cock?”

“I’d say wear a rubber. I suppose you could put one on the dildo.”

“What if I did? Would you take it up your butt?”

“What the hell were you doing fucking Brad with a strap-on?”

“It’s a long story.”

“What about the other way around?”

“He wasn’t using a strap-on.”

“Look, I assume he was using his own equipment. Assuming he was doing anything. Which I now have to ask you. You two have been going off on these trips for a long time. Right?”

“Right.”

“And nothing ever happened between you, right?”

“Right. Look, there’s a lake out there. With a nude beach. We went to the beach.”

“So? You see naked guys at the beach all the time.”

“Yeah. you’re right. We went to a restaurant that was a night club and I was dancing with no panties on and I let total stranger fuck me.”

“That’s not like you.”

“Is that all you’re going to say about it? You’re not pissed at me?”

“You could have asked me first.”

“Oh sure. What if I had said I’m going to go out to Austin and throw myself at Brad and go on a slutfest? Not that I would have, because really truly I had no idea that was what I was going to do.”

“I might have tried to talk you out of it.”

“Might have?”

“Look, since you’ve already done those things it’s a little late to second guess, you know? You never called me all week to let me know what was happening.”

“That I’m sorry about. I owed you that much at least. So what now?”

“I guess we need to talk through some stuff. Obviously something is going wrong.”

“You aren’t fucking me enough.” There it was. The turd on the table, as Brad’s manager liked to say. “Why not?”

“You’ve been working a lot of late nights. On the road a lot.”

“You’ve been working a lot too. Going to night school.”

“Because you’re ahead of me. Way ahead of me. I’m never going to catch up with you.”

“Oh. Does that bother you?”

“To have you making twice what I do? Maybe not quite twice, but almost. I don’t even know why you’re hanging on to me. I’m just this loser from high school.”

“What?” Ann was crying. “What? Oh baby, whatever made you think I felt like that? Oh God, I feel so awful now.”

“Really?”

“Really. You know what Brad told me? His wife supported him for a few years. While he was writing and then when he went back to business school. Now he’s the one making money. We could do that. If we got married, you could go to school full time and get a nice job.”

“Then you could be a mommy? Do you want to do that?”

“Yes. No. Maybe. One step at a time.”

“You would do that? Let me do school full time?”

“Of course I’d do that. So what’s the plan for the weekend?”

“We need to leave for Boston by six at the latest.”

“In the morning?”

“Of course in the morning. I’m staying at your house so we can get an early start.”

“Not in the guest room. Not tonight.”

“Your mother will have a conniption.”

“So be it. What about up there?”

“The reception is at a hotel. We have rooms there.”

“That sounds more promising.”

“I’m not sure who is supposed to be sleeping where.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

It was well after midnight by the time they pulled into her driveway. “I’ve to get some wash done.” Ann took her suitcase over the washing machine, started to dump the dirty stuff in, no sorting into loads. She absentmindedly added what she had on. God, it was disgusting, peeling off her body.

“What about this dress?”

“It needs to be dry-cleaned.”

“Bummer.