The Work Trip Predicament [M/F]

By the time they got to the hotel they were both exhausted. As they exited the cab he filed the receipt away in his wallet to expense later.

“Thanks for sorting the cab, I can pay for the taxi to the office in the morning,” Alina said as they got out. They hadn’t been working together long, so there was still an awkwardness when either of them had to pay for anything. Mike didn’t mind racking up all the extra points on his rewards card though.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied with a smile. As the senior, Mike was the more confident of them, and he was used to travelling for work. Alina on the other hand had only been with the company for a little over a year. She didn’t like being away from home.

They walked up to the counter of the lush hotel, the high-ceilinged lobby full of pale stone and the familiar scents that nice hotels have, a faint swimming pool smell and some artificial lavender. This place was quite fancy for a work trip, but the cost was surprisingly within policy. It didn’t belong to a chain which was also fairly rare for work accommodation, so no hotel reward scheme. Mike was a tad disappointed by that, but Alina was pleased with her choice. They each gave their names and the immaculately dressed woman behind the desk quickly retrieved their bookings. When the receptionist recalled her training on the unique features of the hotel’s custom-built room allocation system, she noted that the blue flag on the system indicated this was a business booking made for a solo male and female traveller of a similar age. The system had scanned their social media profiles as part of the checks, and had automatically assigned an appropriate room with specific arrangements. She handed each of them a key to their rooms, 411 for Mike and 413 Alina, right next door to one another.

“Apologies,” The receptionist said, “But it says on my machine that I’m afraid we have some scheduled maintenance in the morning which means there’s a chance we might not have hot water in your rooms. It might be best to shower this evening if possible. We’ve added complimentary breakfast to your stay as compensation. I hope that’s alright.”

Normally Mike might have caused a bit of a fuss about this, but he was pretty tired and he usually preferred to shower the evening before anyway. Given the company was paying, he sighed and accepted. The receptionist did seem genuinely apologetic, and the conversation moved to booking a cab for the morning, which the hotel would sort for them. Alina wasn’t best pleased but, she was too shy to speak up. Instead they headed over to the elevator together. Alina walked ahead, and Mike took the opportunity to admire her physique. She was very slim and short, with dark hair in a loose bun. She dressed conservatively, but it was still clear that she kept physically fit. Her fitted dress gave away her peachy behind and shapely legs. She was much shorter than him, but then Mike was quite tall. He managed to snap away his gaze from her lithe figure as she pressed the elevator call button and turned to face him. Snapping to meet her eye contact, he was reminded of the luscious blue glow of her eyes, in contract to her otherwise tan and dark features. She was certainly attractive, with smooth youthful skin and a subtle beauty spot by her cheek. Her face was small and round, with a button nose and long eyelashes. There was something quite innocent about her, at first glance around the office she seemed plain, but her looks were deceiving. Now that Mike had been given the opportunity to work with her for a few weeks, he had noticed her timidness gave way to a certain confidence in work situations. Her shy affectations were tempered with moments of sharp intellect. Up close, if you looked, you saw that she was strikingly beautiful. Everything about how she dressed was intended to draw attention away from her physicality but there was no mistaking it. Past the thick rimmed glasses and cardigans, Alina was hot.

“What time do you want to meet in the morning? We could go over the plan for the interviews at breakfast.” Alina asked, suddenly he was reminded they were there to run workshops for one of their clients tomorrow.

“7:30 suits me.”

“Ah great, that’s my natural sort of time anyway.” Alina said with a small smile.

It was strange to work under someone so similar in age. Mike was only a year or two older than Alina, but with her year abroad and volunteering after she graduated, since he had joined straight after graduating he had been at the company nearly five years by now. Despite their small age gap, she respected him hugely. He was renowned for being great at what he did, and in the short time on this project together she had learnt a lot from him. He was great with the client, and exuded the sort of confidence one gets after having done things many times before. She felt she was in good hands working with him, and she found him a pleasure to work with. After a few tough projects, this one had been a welcome relief. The client was nice, and Mike afforded her a lot of autonomy, the worst part was the travelling. It meant she hadn’t gotten to see her new boyfriend much… This was the eighth hotel they had stayed at. They soon found their way to their rooms and shared an awkward “goodnight” before retiring to their rooms simultaneously. Something about being right next door to each other felt a little odd, they were practically strangers after all, and Alina didn’t like the idea that if she was too loud he might hear her through the wall. She decided against calling her boyfriend to chat, and instead text him that she was going to sleep.

Mike found that his room was of the standard setup, a bathroom by the entrance, the main bedroom behind it with a lavish double bed, in crisp white sheets and suiting a velvet buttoned headboard. There was a classic armchair, and a small desk beside a narrow open wardrobe without doors. Curiously there was no TV, which was unusual, but he didn’t plan to use one anyway. He threw down his backpack onto the bed, pulled off his jacket and discarded it on the armchair. Pulling some cables out of his bag he set up his phone to charge, slumping onto the bed to catch-up on some messages.

Alina was naturally neat. Despite them only staying in the hotel for one night, she unpacked her bag to set aside her toiletries and clothes for tomorrow. Her room was the mirror image of Mike’s room, their headboard sharing a wall as well as the walls of their bathrooms. It was similarly spacious and tasteful, and having studied the pictures before arriving, she had known what to expect and was content with what she found. She continued unpacking, removing electronics and ensuring her laptop was put on charge. She removed her cardigan and dress, placing them in a small laundry bag she had brought with her. She peeled her tights off of her slender legs, and placed her black heels by the desk. Now wearing only her matching lilac underwear, she padded into the bathroom, stopping to admire herself in the mirror. Over summer she had been working hard to maintain her fitness in preparation for her upcoming holiday to Mexico. Her waistline was especially trim, her breasts full and perky, giving a pleasing bounce along with her bum as she walked. She studied it’s small rounded shape and gave a smile, running her hands down her soft skin in self-admiration. Her dark green fingernails and toes stood out against her brown skin and complimented the tone nicely. Looking at herself now, she enjoyed how well coordinated she was. It made her feel ready and confident for tomorrow.

She remembered the comment the receptionist girl had made about the shower, and decided to have one now. It had a single button at a set temperature, and a small black sensor built into the tile. She pressed the button from outside the cubicle to let the water run but nothing happened. She considered that maybe she needed to be inside for it to work, hence the sensor. Hotels were always trying to save on water bills, she reasoned. So she removed her matching bra and panties, placing them on the floor and stepped naked into the cubical. It was in the corner of the room, so two of the sides were solid tiled white walls, one was a thick glass panel which ran floor to ceiling, and then the glass door. She pulled the heavy door shut behind her, and it clicked in place, yet she found that the water button still wasn’t working. She groaned aloud now, pressing it again to no avail. She was growing annoyed, displeased that she would have to call down to reception.

Pushing the glass door, she found that it wouldn’t budge. She searched for a handle, but there was nothing. The door was stuck. She gave it a few hefty shoves, confident in the muscle she had built up in her fitness classes, but she couldn’t get it to move. Her frustration faded gradually into fear. She was locked in this thing, naked, and had no way to contact anyone. She tried to retain her composure, and pressed the button a few more times, as well as fiddling with the sensor, but nothing happened. She screamed out, yelling for help and slamming the shower button with her palm but nothing happened. She shouted for Mike through the wall a few times out of desperation, then waited to hear for a response, but nothing came. She couldn’t believe she was trapped. She started to panic, before reasoning that worst case scenario Mike would ask after her in the morning, that meant she might be spending the night locked naked in her glass cell. The thought almost made her cry. After kicking the door a few times, she decided she needed a moment to think. She collapsed to the floor in the little space it allowed her, panting from the exertion.

Meanwhile, Mike next door finished reading his messages and began unbuttoning his shirt to take a shower. He tossed his clothes in a heap on the floor, picking up the hotel folder on the desk to check when the gym opened. He planned to go around 6am to continue his daily workout routine, and was pleased to find it was 24-hour access. Heading into the bathroom, he spent some time brushing his teeth and shaving a little. He could hear some noise coming from nearby, shouting or perhaps some music… it was hard to tell given the thickness of the walls, but Mike decided that it wasn’t too loud so there was no need to call reception. He stepped into the shower and pressed the button to start the water, expecting a refreshingly cold blast. Instead, he jolted with surprise as the tiled wall to his side clicked and slid heavily away to reveal another shower cubicle behind it with Alina naked inside it. She jumped up from her seated position, her expression clearly mortified as she tried to cover herself with her hands.

“Alina!?” Mike exclaimed, “What the fuck?!” Both their eyes were wide in shock, moving back and away from one another as far as they could. Mike turned to try the door, pushing at it to find what Alina already had gathered. This was intentional. With the wall now parted, they were locked in a glass cell together naked. The panic began to rise in her, paralysing her in indecision as to whether to turn away from Mike or keep her eyes on him. She used her left arm to cover across her breasts, with her right hand covering between her legs.

“Mike. Mike!” She yelled to get his attention away from his assault on the door, “We’re locked in here. I’ve been stuck for like twenty minutes. I tried shouting and everything, it’s no use. It’s designed to lock us up in here.”

“What do you mean?”

“The door locked as soon as I got in and the water didn’t come on.”

“We have to get out of this thing!’ he was shouting, but he wouldn’t turn to look at her. He began kicking at the door, but it was thick and sealed tightly. It had no effect, other than causing him to half-fall. Instinctively, Alina reached out to steady him, betraying her modesty. Mike couldn’t help but meet her eyes as he got back to his feet sheepishly.

“M-Mike just, calm down a second okay.” She reasoned.

“Alright, okay!” He yelled, stopping and gripping his head in his hands, frustrated and confused. “You’ve been stuck for twenty minutes?” He remarked, finally absorbing the information.

“I dunno. I think about that long.” She spoke softly.

“I don’t understand, who is doing this? The hotel? Why?” He was still yelling. Alina didn’t reply, her mind was racing and she was beginning to feel faint.

“I, uh-”

“What am I even talking about…” He cut her off, thinking aloud, “Why would anyone lock two people together naked…”

“What do you mean?!” Asked Alina. Mike fought hard to keep his eyes on her face, but it was a losing battle. Her flat abdomen was calling out to be appreciated, the soft curvature of her hips inviting his caress. She blushed, noticing where his gaze had darted to before glancing off. He was making no such effort to cover up, and she too was finding it hard not to ogle his growing member as it hardened and began to point in her direction.

“I mean… you know?” He said, gesturing to her and not knowing what else to say.

“I’m not… we aren’t doing that!” She said sternly, “Even if I was… single, I don’t-”

“I wasn’t saying we should.” He cut her off, “I was just saying, why else would someone lock us up like this.”

She paused, her expression still stern but her mind turning over the argument to dissect it. “Or perhaps it’s some sort of test. The door could be time locked.” She offered less convincingly. “We should wait.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Good idea.”

Alina sat on the floor, half facing away from Mike and covering herself as casually as she could so she didn’t appear too guarded. Mike stood, leaning against the door he had come in from, as if trying to get as far from her as possible. He was staring out at where he had left his toothbrush not long before, now locked out of reach. He gave a frustrated grunt. Alina’s eyes wandered up his muscular build, admiring his toned calves and arm muscles, as well as his broad shoulders. She jolted herself out of the daydream, and willed herself to return to her initial anxiety, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that she felt better being locked in with Mike than alone. Though she wasn’t sure why. At least now she had an idea of what might be expected of her in order to escape, however gastly the concept.

They had been sitting in tense silence for around half an hour before Mike spoke up. His face was still fixed in anger and frustration, “You’re being pretty calm about this…”

“Well, I had some extra panic-time before you showed up in here.” Alina half-chuckled. It was the first time he had heard her laugh, it was surprisingly girly. “Still, this is fucked up.” It was the first time he had heard her curse too.

“Fucked up is right!”

“I still can’t believe this is happening! How are we going to work together after this?!” She remarked, “How are we going to be… professional.”

“Well I mean, we’ve spent weeks planning these interviews for tomorrow. We have a signed contract, we’ve got to deliver it.”

“I know it’s just… This is so weird, how can I work with you without thinking about all this?”

“What as in you’re going to be picturing me naked in our meetings?” He said with a smirk. His directness caught her off-guard.

“Yes, well no I mean…” She stumbled over her words, “Well, you seeing me naked. It’s humiliating!”

“It’s not that weird to see someone naked. Come on Alina, we can be adults. It’s definitely a weird situation but, seeing another person naked is hardly a crisis.”

“I’m not saying it’s a catastrophe, I’m just saying it’s uncomfortable.” Alina said quietly, almost to herself. She was finding it hard to avert eye contact as they spoke, especially as she could feel Mike looking straight at her.

“Well, maybe instead of being shy about it, we should just try and let it not be weird?” Mike said, thinking aloud.

She looked up at him, “What?”

“I dunno like, it’s fine. I’m naked, and that’s not how you usually see a colleague but, I’m not ashamed of you seeing me like this.” He stopped leaning and stood up straight, turning a little for her. She couldn’t stop her eyes from scanning his body, he had an impressive physique.

She couldn’t help stifle a giggle, “You’ve got an… erection.”

“Yeah well, I’m locked in here naked with you. It would be weirder if I didn’t have an erection!” He quipped, laughing with her before realising he had inadvertently given her a compliment. Her laugh trailed off.

“I’m not so comfortable with you seeing me that way…” she mumbled.

“Well like, it’s sort of too late.” He said, “I’ve already seen it.”

“No you haven’t!”

“Yeah well, most of it. How long do you think you can really cover-up in here? I don’t think your time-lock theory is really holding up!”

“What, you want me to give you a show?” She spoke over him, her stern expression returning.

“You know that’s not what I mean!” He shot back, *Don’t lash out at me, I didn’t choose to get locked in here either.”

“Fine.” She said standing up, angrily parting her arms and pressing them to her sides, “Here, check me out to my face for a change!” He was shocked by her tone. Had she noticed him admiring her figure? That worried him a little, he thought he’d disguised his previous admiration of her pretty well. She softened at his look of concern. She accepted that trying to be mature about the situation and stop pretending not to look was sensible. She shrugged her head to the side and turned around a bit for him. As much as she hated how trapped she felt, she got a certain thrill out of his eyes wandering over her body. All her relationships had grown steadily, giving away parts of herself bit by bit. She had never experienced revealing herself so fully to someone, his reaction gave her a strange confidence. She noticed how his tongue met his lips as he scanned her ass and ran his eyes over her hardening nipples. She noticed his thick erection twitch and his body tense as she turned to face him. As their eyes met, she gave him an inquisitive look,

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, trust me.” He said warmly. Some of his familiar charm was peeking its way into this strange predicament, and somehow it made it feel more normal.

“Thanks. You’re…” She had begun to reply without thinking about what to say, “Bigger than I imagined.” She blurted, staring at his pectoral muscles and suddenly realising how vague she had been. She’d not only unintentionally implied she had imagined him naked, but also somehow that he had a big dick all in one horrifically embarrassing blabber. She didn’t even know what she had meant, and which part of it was or wasn’t true. Had she imagined him naked?

In that moment, seeing her naked and staring at him blushing, he wanted her. As well as a certain flirtatious fondness growing between them, it was the most logical way to expect them to escape. He moved towards her a little, and when she didn’t move away, he placed a hand gently on her upper arm.

“It’s okay.” He said, noticing how much she had blushed with her last statement.

His touch sent a certain electricity through her. She felt suddenly drawn to his body. Compelled to press her fingers daintily to his tense muscles. The room was a little cold, and to have his warmth against her would be a relief. She wanted him against her.

“Mike…” she muttered, looking up at him with wanton eyes. When they were both dressed, her heels allowed her to better meet his eyeline, but now he looked down at her petite frame and she felt vulnerable. It only lasted a second though, before he gave into the temptation and took his hand to her neck, pulling her in for a tender kiss. Their lips locked in a passionate exploration of one another, her hands quickly rising to meet his body. He slid his palm up the sides of her hips, moving around to caress her back and cup her ass in his hand, simultaneously pulling her in closer to him. One of her hands met his throbbing member, and gripped around it. Their kiss grew in intensity, until he was dotting kisses down her neck as she moaned.

“Mike, we can’t do this. We shouldn’t…” She thinly pleaded. He was getting somewhere now and he didn’t plan on slowing down. Despite her protestations, they continued kissing, growing more and more passionate. His hands explored her whole body to her soft moans. His fingers found her nipples, and her moans deepened as he fondled them gently.

He traced kissed down her chest and over her taut abdomen, crouching slowly as his mouth met the wetness between her legs. She gasped in surprise at how fast he had moved, but couldn’t deny that she wanted him to taste her. He knew that he needed to get her to beg for her to take him, so he ran a flat tongue over her slit, and found her swollen little clit with his mouth. He sucked it, making out with it to audible approval from Alina, before flicking his tongue back and forth against it rhythmically. She gripped his head with both hands, running her fingers through his hair and pulling his head into her hips as she thrust against him, up on the balls of her feet.

“M-Mike we…” She mumbled feebly. His hands gripped at the soft skin of her legs, two fingers finding her hole and sliding inside to find her sensitive little spot and grind against it. She squealed with glee as he played with her, her wetness growing exponentially as he buried his head in her pussy and brought her edging closer and closer to climax.

She was screaming now, “Oh Mike, oh my god please Mike… Oh Mike we can’t do this. We have to stop.” But he didn’t relent. He brought her so close to orgasm that he could feel her muscles start to spasm in expectant release, but he slowed his tempo to little. Her discontented moans indicated he was along the right lines. He switched to making out with her clit again, before resuming the steady flicks of his fingers and tongue. Again her moans rose in intensity, as she scratched her nails through his hair and pressed her pelvis into him.

“Oh god, I’m gonna… I’m…” She whimpered, gasping as an orgasm wracked her body, her muscles tightening and eliciting a delighted squeal as she squirted all over Mike’s face. “Oh shit, I’m…” she began, but was interrupted as Mike returned to his assault on her pussy, dragging another rapturous climax from her, as her body slumped against him in ecstasy. Looking up between her perfect tits, he admired the look of pure pleasure on her innocent face. He fantasised about sliding his cock in her sweet little mouth and looking in her doe eyes, but he knew now wasn’t the time.

He stood and turned her around. She acquiesced weakly, facing the glass of the door where she entered, her hands pressing against the pane as she arched her back. He held her hips firmly, releasing one hand to guide his rock solid cock into her sopping wet hole. It slid into her so deliciously she shuddered and groaned as it filled her. He could only get part way in with the first thrust, but pulling back slowly, he managed to fill her more on the second push. On the next thrust he slid all the way into her, and they both groaned with pleasure as they connected so completely. He revelled in the sight of her perfect round ass pressed against his abs, her lithe tight little body in his hands, as he stroked his hands up her taut back and around to take a firm breast in his hand, lightly squeezing her sexy little nipples. She looked back at him over her shoulder, desire in her eyes coloured with a little concern. She was irresistible. He slowly pulled his throbbing hard cock out of her tight hole, and then slid it back in, starting to fuck her slowly. She was ecstatic, moaning and reaching back to grip his neck and pull him in close to her. The smacking of their skin with each thrust echoed through the room, mixed in with their grunts and moans of pleasure. Mike could hardly believe that this sexy young girl on his team was now wrapped around his dick, trapped together in their hotel shower. He was so close to bursting, when she suddenly came hard around his dick, shaking as the orgasm washed over her. He had to practically catch her and hold her in place as she screamed in ecstasy. She seemed utterly shocked at herself, but Mike was too close to stop now. He slid back inside her and continued to fuck her roughly against the door. She was up on the balls of her feet now, the perfectly cured nails of her feet gripping against the floor, and matching fingernails pressed to the glass alongside her face. She cried out again as she came hard around his cock and collapsed to the side. She was feeling faint.

“Please Alina I’m so so close…” Mike said, helping her to her feet, “We have to get that door open.”

“M-Mike I…” She stuttered in exhaustion, “I don’t know how much more I can take.” He looked at her closely, he showed genuine concern. “Let me wrap my legs around you.” She said, keen to get into a position she had always wanted to try.

He lifted her by the thighs, with her back against the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him inside her again with her left hand. Her right arm was wrapped around his neck, and as they shuffled into position, she locked lips with him in another passionate kiss as he worked his hips to thrust slowly in and out of her. She was again filled with pleasure as she rode him, her hands exploring his muscular form, uncontrollably shouting “Yes!” over and over as he fucked her. Her boyfriend would never be able to have sex in this position, he wasn’t strong enough, she had never ever asked. Their lovemaking was plain and slow, this was a desperately needed contrast. A devious smile crept across her face, wracked with bliss as he kissed into her neck, one hand supporting under her bum while the other held her slim smooth thigh up and in place. He loved being able to see her face and watch her tits bounce as he thrust deep into her with long hard strokes. Her strong slender legs were eagerly pulling him in each time, and she could feel another orgasm approaching but tensed to try and hold it off.

“Oh Mike,” she moaned, “Please finish for me. Give it to me now please. I’m gonna… Oh god, I can’t hold it Mike you feel so so good!”

That was all he needed to finish him off, he stared into her big innocent blue eyes as her tight wet pussy clenched around him and they erupted in a loud screaming climax together. She squeezed her legs to bring him as deep into her as possible, scratching her nails down his back as she rode the intense wave of pleasure.

Mike did what he could to ease them softly down, but they inevitably fell in a heap of hot sweaty sex. Lying breathlessly, they heard the click of the door unlocking at last. Alina noticed only one of the doors was unlocked, pushing it open to find that it was the room with Mike’s toothbrush in it. She felt lightheaded, so left the shower cubicle to sit down by the sink. Ironically, Mike felt more in need of a shower than ever. The wall between their rooms hissed and slid back into place, leaving them both in Mike’s room.

Pressing the shower button, Mike found that the showerhead burst to life with warm water. Alina laughed, throwing him a small shower gel bottle she found by the sink. She showered after him, the two not saying much to address what had happened. Returning to the bedroom in their towels, they found that all of Mike’s clothes and belongings had gone. Without the key card, Alina couldn’t get back into her room without calling reception and the two of them were too exhausted for more problem solving. They climbed into the bed together naked and turned off the lights, passing seconds later into a deep satisfied slumber. It was just as well, if they had tried to ring reception it wouldn’t have connected anyway.

Online, viewers of an elite members-only site watched the escapades from various angles of cameras hidden throughout the bathroom. The recording was only available for a limited time. Members cast their votes on the stars and the formation of their predicament. Bidders were invited to select from a number of additional possible challenges. If an agreement was reached, Alina and Mike may be coerced into a new predicament for them to navigate tomorrow.

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*Thanks for reading I would like to write more stories of this genre as I haven’t found many where two characters are coerced into having sex with one another. Let me know what you think, and how you think characters might react in a similar situation, and I’ll try to build it into future stories.*

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