Business Trip Chapter 6

Business Trip Chapter 6

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

SO THEY ALMOST ran from the car into the lobby, up the elevator, into Ann’s room where they stripped off their clothes again. “Here’s a fucking rubber. Where the fuck were we?” Ann pushed Katie down onto the bed. “Okay.”

“This is stupid. You can’t just do a fucking restart.” Katie was ready to push Ann’s head away, to put her clothes back on and get to the restaurant. But at the first brush of the tongue she was coming. And there was Brad, fucking Ann, fucking her up the ass. Right in front of Katie, who sat up to get a better view. She’d seen that in movies, but never like this, up close, so close she could smell it. The dayglo rubber disappearing between Ann’s cheeks, then coming back out with little streaks on it. Gross, it was gross, but she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Come on! Come on!” Ann had stopped licking Katie. She was too busy gasping, pulling her cheeks apart, thrusting back to get him in even deeper. “Okay, that’s better.” Ann stood up. “Oh, were you through?”

“Not quite.” Brad was pulling Katie down on the bed, turning her over.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t do that!” But Brad was licking her, not where Ann had licked, where she was used to being licked, but further back. Licking her, then teasing her open, tongue flicking at either side, prying open the ring of muscle, worming through it. It felt really, really strange. Really, really good. Then the tongue was gone and something even bigger, harder, smoother had replaced it and she was doing it. The thing she had never done, was never going to do. Doing it really hard. For less than a minute.

Then Brad was off to his own room to change his clothes. Ann had already pulled on some jeans shorts and a tee shirt. No skirt if she was going to be jumping around. Not that she had too much jump left in her.

Brad returned and they dashed back to the car. “Hope that didn’t take too long.”

“Ten minutes.” Katie looked at her watch and burst out crying.

“I thought you wanted to get in and out fast.”

“Yeah girl, be careful what you wish for.”

“I don’t believe you two. You are both out of your fucking minds.”

“We’re on a trip.” Ann started to sing. “A little business strip. Where you’ve got to strip. And let your hang-ups slip.”

“Jesus. This is before the beer? God help me.” Katie ran away from the car when they got to the restaurant. Harry was waiting at the doorway.

“You’ve got to save me!” She flung herself into his arms.

“Save you? From what? From who?”

“From whom. From them.” She gestured at Ann and Brad, who were sauntering towards them arm in arm. “They’ve gone crazy. You wouldn’t believe what they did to me at the lake.”

“You got it out of your system?”

“Almost.” That provoked a frown. “Don’t worry.” She gave him a little kiss. The four of them went through the door.

“Inside or outside?” That was from the hostess.

“Outside.”

She led them to a table. “Volleyball? Two on two or four on four? Four on four means you play a different table. Two on two you just play each other.”

“Four on four,” Harry said.

“Before or after dinner?”

“After.”

“How much do you want to put on it? Minimum is twenty.”

“Twenty then.” He saw the blank look on Brad and Ann’s faces. “It’s a bet. We get double back if we beat the other table.”

“What other table?”

“We’ll find out when the time comes.”

The waiter came with a pitcher beer and four glasses. “What would you like?”

“Some of the kangaroo wings to start. And I’ll have the rib eye.”

“The house salad,” Ann offered.

“Same for me.”

“And you sir?” The sir provoked a snicker from Ann.

“I’ll have the chicken fried steak.”

“Mashed and country gravy?”

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to watch your cholesterol? Sir?” Harry could not resist that dig.

“Nope.”

“Lucky you. What’s your secret? All the swimming?”

“All the sex.” That made Ann and Katie sputter on their beer. “Really, nothing is better for your heart.”

“So you only do it for your health?”

“And all the endorphins. Nothing cleans out your system like a good orgasm.”

Ann decided it was time to change the topic. She had been looking at the volleyball courts. People jumping, people diving. Young people, really young. College kids. “We should have gone for the two on two. We’re going to get killed. Ever play volleyball, Brad?”

“When I was growing up. At the pool. In Phys Ed too, but that was really wimpy. Used to play soccer volleyball in college. At practice.”

“Soccer volleyball?”

“Yeah, you can’t use your hands. Good for ball control. Not that you use that stuff much in a game.”

“Brad was a soccer player.”

“What about Phys Ed in college?”

“Never took it. Always on teams. Wow these are hot.” Brad broke off his attack on one of the wings to douse the fire with more beer. “Soccer and track.”

“Not swimming?”

“Nope, never did any competitive swimming. Not even the swim team at the pool. Not very fast.”

“Not fast?” Ann was rolling her eyes.

“Maybe I’m faster now. I wasn’t very fast running in those days either. Not until late in high school. And then the track coach was saying swimming was bad, that it builds up the opposing muscles.”

“What about you Ann? Ever play much volleyball?”

“I was a lifeguard. On slow days we would play to keep from going stir crazy. Still play some at the beach.”

“At Sandy Hook?”

“Yep. What’s so funny?”

“Katie and I come here a lot. We’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You guys are up next.”

“We’ll come back for dessert.” In five minutes.

“Just our luck,” Harry grumbled. “Next time ’round it would be another fresh team.” If you won, you got to play again. And once more after that. The team they were facing had just won its second game. Bunch of kids. Tall, skinny kids, except for one of the girls. Kids barely old enough to be drinking the beer.

“Hal.” “Jim.” “Allie.” “Carla.” Proffered sweaty hands.

“Brad.”

“Pleased to meet you, sir.” That from Carla, provoking a wince. Old enough to be her father. That’s how she was looking at him.

“You’re students?”

“Yep. The guys here are juniors. Allie and I are sophomores.”

“Oh.” Too young for the beer, now that the age had been raised back up. Not like his college days. What would it be like on a date if you couldn’t get a drink with dinner? There weren’t too many pitchers of soda or iced tea on the tables. Maybe in this college town no one really cared.

“Want to warm up a bit?” That from one of the boys. So they passed the ball back and forth across the net for a couple of minutes. A whistle blew. The ref was up in her perch. It was time to start.

As defending champions, the kids got to serve first. One of the boys went back behind the end line, ran up a couple steps and jumped, sending the ball screaming over the net and into the sand inches inside the back line on the other side.