Out of Town . . . Losing Control

[garajd]

OOC: Jack Anderson, 42, Vice President
Divorced, no kids

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Picking up the phone and calling you into my office. "Have a seat. I just got off the phone with the big boss. We've got problems with the subsidiary in Florida and I need to go down there next week for about a month; and I need to you to plan on going with me. There is a lot of work to be done and I don't trust anyone other than you to do what I need."

In the back of my mind, I'm not sure this is really a good idea. You've been with me for 18 months and really understand what I expect and have always delivered. But, and it is a big BUT, should I really be taking my attractive assistant with me for a month . . . nothing has happened between us, but it may still be a bit of a gamble. Yes, I'm divorced (finalized last month), but there is a very strong company policy against relationships between employees.

I can handle it . . . at least I keep telling myself that!

 

[garajd]

OOC: Bump . . . new writing partner joining.

 

[Espyordeny]

OOC: Cali Lewis, 35 yo single female, no children, mixed race. Intelligent, assertive, independent.

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Taking a seat opposite as instructed, I settle comfortably before crossing my legs with unconscious grace. Pushing back fine dark hair off my face my brow furrows slightly at this declaration.

"A month? That does sound serious! What's happened?"

 

[garajd]

"Well, our internal auditors have uncovered some missing inventory records; apparently, the office manager and a couple of employees in the shipping department were selling to some outside people and pocketing the cash. And I get to go down and try to get it all back in order."

Yeah, a month in Florida sounds like a nice trip . . . but it will be all business.

"We leave the day after tomorrow. The boss has already arranged our flight down there, the hotel is covered, and a $500 bonus to you to shop before we go or after we get there for some new clothes."

 

[Espyordeny]

"New clothes?"

Well that comment certainly catches me by surprise, evident by the raised eyebrow and quizzical expression. Long black lashes lower to screen my feeling of pique. Counting silently to ten as long painted nails slide over my tailored skirt that covers long shapely cocoa brown flesh.

"Ok, I'm intrigued! Why am I receiving a bonus to purchase clothing for an all business trip?"

 

[garajd]

"When I sat down with her, I think she understood that asking you to go with me and be gone for a month was worth a little reward up front. So when I suggested it, she said 'OK'"

Picking up an envelope from my desk, I stand and reach out to hand it to you. "And, you have the rest of the day off to go shopping." As I hand you the envelope, my eyes are automatically drawn to your gorgeous legs, just enough thigh exposed to give me a 'jolt'.

"So, I will see you back here tomorrow morning. We will get everything ready we need for the trip, and then you can take the rest of tomorrow off to finish packing. I'll have all the details for you in the morning."

 

[Espyordeny]

Rising from my seat, I extend my hand to accept the proffered envelope. My dark brown eyes search his briefly ...

"Jack, I just want to check if there is any formal event scheduled across this trip requiring my attendance? I'd appreciate a heads up if this is the case and shop accordingly, otherwise, I may just blow the lot on .... lingerie".

 

[garajd]

"Cali, this is primarily a working trip; no formal dinners or anything like that. I did make sure that our hotel is on the beach, that there are nice restaurants nearby, but we are pretty much on our own once we leave the office in the evening. There may be some late nights getting everything under control, but you are on overtime after 8 hours each day and on weekends. I would imagine that we will be working on Saturdays until noon, but the rest of the weekend is ours."

Smiling as you take the envelope, your mind obviously already shopping; my mind trying to wrap around the idea of seeing you in a tiny bikini or swimsuit . . . and lingerie, you have my attention.

"Cali, once we leave the office, your time is yours; you don't have feel like you are tied to me. We both will need some down time, away from the office . . . . and away from each other. Now get out of here and have fun shopping." I try to focus back on the files on my desk as you turn and start walking out of my office . . . god, what an ass!!!!

 

[Espyordeny]

Envelope in hand I turn to quickly leave Jacks office before he catches my eyes roll at his shopping comment. I've worked with the man almost 18 months and he thinks I'm a shopper! Ugh!

Tossing the envelope on my desk I start multi tasking. To do lists for home and packing both luggage and office, laptop and accessories packed in carry satchel ready to go. Touch up of figures to the forecast projections that had been my current task able now to be pushed aside until my return. Ninety minutes later I'm outside the office staring at rain in dismay.

"Oh to hell with it! TAXI!!"

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Humming to myself as I exit the elevator, I commence my usual morning office routine. Lights, a fresh pot of coffee, email. Sipping coffee, I start flicking through mail, I take note that there is a sale at Victorias Secret. My lips twitch as I remember the jibe reference I made yesterday about purchasing lingerie. Checking the time, my eyes gleam with mischief. Opening the mail I click the required link to the online store selecting corsets, leaving the page fully on display. Sipping coffee I appear totally absorbed ....

The ping of the elevator sounds

 

[garajd]

"Good morning, Cali," cheerfully as I walk into the office. "Fruitful day shopping yesterday?" Well aware that the comment I made yesterday about shopping didn't really apply; I've heard you and the others in the office talk about shopping and you always make it sound like a chore.

"I did run out myself last night and buy some new underwear and a new swimsuit" pausing suddenly as I walk by your desk and see your open VS page full of corsets. "Hmmmm, need some help?"

 

[Espyordeny]

"Good morning!

Thank you for the offer Jack. I just can't decide on colour but I seem to be leaning more towards the burgandy or the deep mauve. There are thigh high boots to match. Mmm bitchin! Anyhoo ... I'll think about it for a bit

Pushing back my chair allowing me to cross my legs, I turn to face him with an innocent expression.

"What needs doing?

 

[garajd]

If you are asking for an executive decision, I say the deep mauve. The boots are a nice touch, but probably not acceptable for the office, even in Florida.

As I turn toward my office, I watch you cross your legs, obviously done for my benefit, especially with that 'innocent' expression . . . your eyes watching mine as I take in your long legs.

What needs doing? Good question. You can start by downloading all of the inventory reports and sales records of the Florida warehouse for the past 3 years onto a flash drive; actually, two drives, one for you and one for me. Our IT department is providing us with a secure case for taking our laptops and the drives. We will set up a secure printer when we get there.

Stopping as I enter my office, Come in when you get that ready and we'll talk about arrangements to get to the airport in the morning. I'm thinking about reserving a couple of rooms at the airport hotel for tonight so that we don't have to fight traffic in the morning to make our 9:00 flight.

 

[Espyordeny]

Leaning back in my chair I stretch like a kitten feeling suddenly tired. My thoughts are whirling! What the hell? Was he checking out my legs? And why the hell am I needling him? For 18 months I'm like a pane of glass and in one day I become interesting? Ugh this is sounding so surreal my head must be making this bullshit up! Right! Self-analysis over, get your head out of your ass and back into the game!

Setting up the data transfer onto 1Tb drives allows me time to finalise the care of my apartment, bills and another mug of coffee before I head into Jacks office.

"Is now a good time to discuss final arrangements or shall I come back?"

 

[garajd]

Looking up from the files on my desk, "Have a seat. Let's get this out of the way and then we can both get out of here and finish packing for our month's vacation; at least that's what I'm hearing from the office gossip."

Smiling across the desk, "Trust me, this is going to be anything but a vacation. I think I have all the files that we need. Just leave your laptop and the drives here with my laptop. IT will have them in a secure travel case for me to take. I have reserved rooms for us tonight at the airport hotel and have arranged for a limo to pick you up at your apartment at 7:00. We need to meet in the lobby in the morning at 7:45 for transport to the terminal for our flight. Any questions?

Before you answer, "Did you decide on the burgundy or the mauve?"; a slight grin on my face.

 

[Espyordeny]

Rising from the chair placing a portable hard drive and USB connector on his desk I almost stumble when his final question hits. The laughter about to bubble from my lips is hard to contain, in fact, the timing of that question takes me so off guard, I don't bother. Ruefully the words hoisted by my own pertard floats across my mind.

Resting the palms of my hands upon Jacks desk leaning forward slightly so our eyes meet still trying to contain my laughter my voice drops to a husky whisper...

"Purple is my favourite colour, so I'm going with the mauve"

I stand upright and turn to leave his office, returning a few moments later carrying a laptop satchel.

"Everything I need is contained in the satchel. My hard drive has a purple cover, yours is orange although they both have the same password, so if necessary you have a back up copy if you experience a glitch with your drive. If there is nothing else Jack, I will head home so I can be ready by 7pm. Thank you for sending a car, that is very thoughtful"

Sashaying out of is office I pause at the doorway. Turning slightly I lean close to the timber striking a wicked pose.

"I also bought the boots to wear for pleasure!" winking outrageously I stride out of the office merrily calling out

"See you tomorrow morning!"

 

[garajd]

Purple is my favorite color. I'm going with the mauve.

That got my attention . . . with a noticeable response under my desk.

Loud enough that you can hear, "I doubt that I will have any problems with my hard drive on this trip." Not sure just why, but I have a feeling that I will be see those 'pleasure' boots before too long. The interplay between us the past 24 hours has definitely dipped into 'sexual innuendo'; although the innuendo has carried some definite 'threat' of completion.

"Have a good afternoon; see you in the morning. Your room key will be waiting at the desk this evening." Better get home and pack myself; I'll let you know later that there is a clothing-optional beach not too far from our hotel.

 

[Espyordeny]

I spent a lovely afternoon soaking in a hot tub before catching up with the latest antics of my hairdressers family as she fussed with my hair. The coco butter & tipani lotion lavished into my skin after my bath gave my dark skin a healthy sheen so I opted to wear a simple cut red halter neck dress with strappy sandals keeping make up to a minimum.

Comfortably seated in the car, only then would I think about the last almost 48hrs.
How on earth did this rivalry begin? Right my girl, this is business, so keep it business. Remember company policy! Giggling to myself, if only he knew how I mentally strip him out of his business suits, ever so slowly, piece by piece. Unwrapping a gift is almost as much fun as the gift.

To my surprise the driver is holding open my door startling me from my wayward thoughts, going so far as providing me an escort into the lobby before retrieving my luggage. Smiling my thanks, I check in with minimum fuss and after tipping the porter I plonk myself in the middle of a king sized bed taking in my surroundings.

I've never been to Florida. Kicking off my shoes I flop back amongst a mountain of pillows allowng the excitement to shiver through my body. Life is damn great I am thinking!

 

[garajd]

Checking into the hotel before you do, I receive a courtesy call from the limo service that you were dropped off and check in (in an adjoining room to mine.) Not wanting to disturb you or, unintentionally, putting any pressure on, I do not call your room.

Up early the next morning, as I usually am on a work day, I have breakfast in the lobby restaurant, then grab the daily newspaper and wait in the lobby for you to come down. I have already notified the desk that there will be 2 of us on the 7:50 shuttle to the terminal.

Since this is a travel day, I am dressed casually in khaki slacks, open collar shirt, and loafers (no socks). At promptly 7:45, I hear the elevator and look up to see you step off, suitcase in tow.

 

[Espyordeny]

Not one to really enjoy flying I do however love the anticipation and excitement that comes with discovering some place new, so I started my day with a pot of tea and toast. My favourite pale lavender silk collared shirt tucked into the belted waist band of white jeans, coral slipons on my feet being what I decided to be 'safe attire'. I tamed my dark tresses into a chignon not quite totally efficiently as some lengths slipped from bobby pins to feather my oval face, with smokey eyes and full lush lips. With a final check before leaving the hotel room to assure myself that nothing is left behind I head down to the lobby. Stepping out from the elevator I proceed to the main desk to check out when I catch sight of Jack. Pleased to see him I stop, giving him a slow smile.

 

[garajd]

Hadn't thought about this when I sat in the lobby, but I had selected the perfect seat for observing the elevator and check-out desk. As you step off the elevator, I notice the shirt, one I have seen in the office before, but this morning, I notice how it fits your body; maybe it's the way it is tucked into your jeans. Anyhow, your breasts fill it nicely . . . mmm, very nicely!!

Then, after we make eye contact and exchange smiles, I can watch you walk to the desk to turn in your room key. I have always been attracted to the female butt . . . especially one that fits a pair of jeans, white jeans, the way you do this morning. Trying to decide if you are wearing a thong or bikini panties . . . looking for that tell-tale panty line.

Standing as you leave the desk, grabbing my suitcase and computer case, "The shuttle is waiting for us. How did you sleep last night?

 

[Espyordeny]

"I was very comfortable and slept well once I got my excitement under control. I really want to know what the hell is going on in Florida! Then my mind started racing about the possibilities I had to hit the gym upstairs. It took 10 km on the treadmill before my mind would settle. It's a double edged sword. Fearing to learn the truth yet determined to seek it.

How about you?

 

[garajd]

"Slept very well. The limo company let me know you were safely delivered, so I watched a bit of the news and went to bed."

Walking to the shuttle and heading for the terminal, I tell you a bit more about our upcoming project. "As best as I can tell so far, 2 or 3 employees were selling inventory out of the ware house and pocketing the cash. Our first task is to determine an amount for our attorneys to use in prosecuting the bastards. Then, we will work with the new manager and staff to make sure proper procedures are in place to prevent a recurrence."

As we reach the terminal and walk toward the gate, "So how do you like flying?"

 

[Espyordeny]

"I don't mind it. Fastest way to travel and all. If this was a holiday I'd probably be more excited but business kinda puts a damper on one's enthusiasm. Plus travelling with one's 'old' boss isn't like hitting the sights or dining and dancing now is it?!"

I'm trying to bite my tongue to keep my face 'dead pan' but the merriment in my eyes is a dead giveaway.

 

[garajd]

Ignoring your 'old' boss comment as we reach the ticket desk and check in. We are directed thru the security screening and on to the waiting area for our flight. Traveling business class, we are boarded first and settle into our wide leather seats.

Chatting with the attendant in our area, we get the weather report in Florida, buckle in and prepare for the flight. As we roar down the runway, I look out the window and watch the ground fly by until we lift off and make a long sweeping turn away from the airport. Looking over at you, I place my hand on yours, "You can breathe now."

 

[Espyordeny]

Startled at the contact, there is a catch in my breath. His large hand covers mine. The contrast of skin tone is stark. His hand is warm, offering comfort yet I am starting to feel anything but! My stomach muscles tighten setting off a chain reaction to my thighs and calves as muscles tense. My body quivers ever so slightly. My clit twitches causing my pussy to clench. I am staring at his hand over mine wondering why my reaction is so fucking bizarre? Confused I look up into his face, turning my hand slightly my fingers gently clasp his.

"Thank you. I ahh don't know what came over me."