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I could hear the snickers of out teammates from the other side of the door. "Looks like it's a bit of a mix-up with the room assignments, Simon. I'm sure it'll get straightened out tomorrow." They all started giggling again.
I sighed and turned from the locked door. Our team was doing its annual trip to tour the various facilities and had decided to stay the night in a bed and breakfast instead of the usual big hotel. The room, while heavy on the knickknacks, contained little more than a modest bed, side table with lamp, and door to the cramped little bathroom. And of course, my colleague, Amanda.
She glared at me from as far across the room as the narrow walls would permit. Her green eyes radiated hostility as her arms folded across her ample bosom. I crossed my powerful forearms across my own chest and matched her disdain.
This was no doubt the inspiration for the snickers outside. For months now, Amanda and I had steadily irritated one another at every turn. Our boss thought our rivalry was a sign of healthy competitive spirit. Our fellow teammates thought it a source of amusement: wind us up and watch the fireworks. Apparently tonight they thought it'd be fun to lock us in the same bedroom to see if we'd kill each other.
The crazy part was that underneath this animosity, Amanda and I were actually seriously hot for one another. We never talked about it or even acknowledged it, but we'd known since the moment we met.
I'd been hired at the end of the year, so upper management invited me to the company Christmas party even though I wouldn't officially start work till after the new year. I'd mingled among the crowd of soon-to-be co-workers for about an hour before I chanced upon this gorgeous beauty in a dark green cocktail dress.
The attraction between us was so immediate and primal that it almost felt like we shared the same mind. I could feel her thinking, "This guy is going to throw you up against a flat surface and fuck you with the biggest, thickest cock you've ever seen till you orgasm so many times that you pass out." She could feel me thinking, "Beneath that elegant dress is a body to make a porn star jealous with the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast; her tight little pussy is going to milk every last drop of cum out of you till her belly looks like a balloon and you're begging for mercy." We each knew implicitly that we hungered for one another.
Despite this instinctive sexual telepathy, we hewed to social mores. It was a company party with dozens of people. We couldn't start ripping each other's clothes off just because we instinctively recognized the two of us would have incredible sex. So we made polite conversation while we silently contemplated fucking each other senseless as soon as we could find a polite means of exiting the party.
Unfortunately, that provided sufficient window for reality to set in. A passing executive paused to welcome me and make formal introductions. Thereupon I learned that this paragon of female sexuality was not just another employee; she was on the same team working for the VP of Operations as I'd been hired for.
That presented a serious problem. Our boss would definitely not want to have two of her team members in an intimate relationship: too much risk of emotional complications. If the two of us got involved, the VP would most likely remove one of us from the team.* Acting on our mutual lust would have serious implications for our careers.
Instead, we backed away from the possibility and didn't act. But going forward, we'd still have to work together. That intense attraction still have existed between us. How would we keep that hidden?
Our unplanned, mutual solution to was to pretend that we didn't like each other.** Since most people have a co-worker that irritates the crap out of them, it made a good cover. Everyone assumed that our disdain was genuine.
Unfortunately, our facade eventually became real. Perhaps it was the frustration of unfulfilled lust. At some point, the pretense of irritating one another became actually irritating one another. She'd be bitchy to me, I'd be an asshole to her, and the endless cycle of snide comments and subtle derision would continue.
Don't get me wrong. We both still ached with lust for one another. Even now, I could feel her angry eyes disrobing me.
But the months of antagonism had added a vengeful subtext to our desire. Pride was on the line now. She wanted to fuck me, but she wanted me to grovel first. She wanted to see me on my knees begging for it.
I was no different. I knew that much as I wanted her, I couldn't accept it as equals. Not now. Not after all she'd done. I wanted nothing less than her submission to me.
So we glared at each other, our mutual lust only fueling our antagonism. Finally I spoke. "Alright. Obviously neither of us is willing to share the bed and neither of us is going to just let the other one have it. We need a contest to decide who wins. There's a desk of cards on that shelf. Play you for it."
I could hear the snickers of out teammates from the other side of the door. "Looks like it's a bit of a mix-up with the room assignments, Simon. I'm sure it'll get straightened out tomorrow." They all started giggling again.
I sighed and turned from the locked door. Our team was doing its annual trip to tour the various facilities and had decided to stay the night in a bed and breakfast instead of the usual big hotel. The room, while heavy on the knickknacks, contained little more than a modest bed, side table with lamp, and door to the cramped little bathroom. And of course, my colleague, Amanda.
She glared at me from as far across the room as the narrow walls would permit. Her green eyes radiated hostility as her arms folded across her ample bosom. I crossed my powerful forearms across my own chest and matched her disdain.
This was no doubt the inspiration for the snickers outside. For months now, Amanda and I had steadily irritated one another at every turn. Our boss thought our rivalry was a sign of healthy competitive spirit. Our fellow teammates thought it a source of amusement: wind us up and watch the fireworks. Apparently tonight they thought it'd be fun to lock us in the same bedroom to see if we'd kill each other.
The crazy part was that underneath this animosity, Amanda and I were actually seriously hot for one another. We never talked about it or even acknowledged it, but we'd known since the moment we met.
I'd been hired at the end of the year, so upper management invited me to the company Christmas party even though I wouldn't officially start work till after the new year. I'd mingled among the crowd of soon-to-be co-workers for about an hour before I chanced upon this gorgeous beauty in a dark green cocktail dress.
The attraction between us was so immediate and primal that it almost felt like we shared the same mind. I could feel her thinking, "This guy is going to throw you up against a flat surface and fuck you with the biggest, thickest cock you've ever seen till you orgasm so many times that you pass out." She could feel me thinking, "Beneath that elegant dress is a body to make a porn star jealous with the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast; her tight little pussy is going to milk every last drop of cum out of you till her belly looks like a balloon and you're begging for mercy." We each knew implicitly that we hungered for one another.
Despite this instinctive sexual telepathy, we hewed to social mores. It was a company party with dozens of people. We couldn't start ripping each other's clothes off just because we instinctively recognized the two of us would have incredible sex. So we made polite conversation while we silently contemplated fucking each other senseless as soon as we could find a polite means of exiting the party.
Unfortunately, that provided sufficient window for reality to set in. A passing executive paused to welcome me and make formal introductions. Thereupon I learned that this paragon of female sexuality was not just another employee; she was on the same team working for the VP of Operations as I'd been hired for.
That presented a serious problem. Our boss would definitely not want to have two of her team members in an intimate relationship: too much risk of emotional complications. If the two of us got involved, the VP would most likely remove one of us from the team.* Acting on our mutual lust would have serious implications for our careers.
Instead, we backed away from the possibility and didn't act. But going forward, we'd still have to work together. That intense attraction still have existed between us. How would we keep that hidden?
Our unplanned, mutual solution to was to pretend that we didn't like each other.** Since most people have a co-worker that irritates the crap out of them, it made a good cover. Everyone assumed that our disdain was genuine.
Unfortunately, our facade eventually became real. Perhaps it was the frustration of unfulfilled lust. At some point, the pretense of irritating one another became actually irritating one another. She'd be bitchy to me, I'd be an asshole to her, and the endless cycle of snide comments and subtle derision would continue.
Don't get me wrong. We both still ached with lust for one another. Even now, I could feel her angry eyes disrobing me.
But the months of antagonism had added a vengeful subtext to our desire. Pride was on the line now. She wanted to fuck me, but she wanted me to grovel first. She wanted to see me on my knees begging for it.
I was no different. I knew that much as I wanted her, I couldn't accept it as equals. Not now. Not after all she'd done. I wanted nothing less than her submission to me.
So we glared at each other, our mutual lust only fueling our antagonism. Finally I spoke. "Alright. Obviously neither of us is willing to share the bed and neither of us is going to just let the other one have it. We need a contest to decide who wins. There's a desk of cards on that shelf. Play you for it."
