[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate – PART 3

Day 1: [The Airport](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k9cmpx/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate/)

Day 2: [Leisure Time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kbpar1/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate_part_2/)

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Day 3: Women, Wine and…

The day had run its course to the point Joice and I now stood by my hotel door. The hallway was quiet and all that could be heard was Joice chatting. I was a bit worried about the other guests since it was already 11PM. Plus we had a few beers over dinner which didn’t contribute to Joice’s inhibitors to hold back on an occasional blurt-out that stopped me in my tracks. When I thought I had gotten used to titty-conversations, she threw in this evening mentionings of phallic objects or dildos. Fortunately, we took dinner tonight in a pub where we were recommended to try the local dish “Poutine”, Quebec City’s famous menu item, so a mild form of embarrassment didn’t hurt.

I had now unlocked my door, held the door handle in my hand and pushed it slightly open so it wouldn’t close again because of the timer. Joice was still talking about how a friend had once bought her a dildo as a birthday present. In no way was she making plans to move to her own hotel room.

*Should I invite her in?* I began to wonder because I dreaded standing there in the hallway waiting for her to finish. The door threshold literally felt as a red flag threshold: once it is crossed, any form of work relationship would blur. Yet, there was also another voice inside me that wanted to invite her in, and it wasn’t for sure the voice of common sense.

“Do you want to come in,” I asked. Common sense had lost, it just hadn’t gotten the memo yet till now. Otherwise I would already have short cut her talking and send her off. I didn’t, ergo, common sense had lost already. It had lost when we stepped out of that elevator together. It had lost when we didn’t enter her own floor level at the elevator panel. The decision was already made before I knew there was a decision to be had.

Joice walked inside, I smelled the remnants of the fragrance she wore that day. Today she was dressed casual: a skinny blue jeans and a white blouse. It was still less casual than I was used to her wearing at the office, but more fit for the seminar we attended today.

“Wow fancy room,” she said and looked around. “Did they give you a suite?”

“No.” I laughed, “but err.. executive room to be precise.”

“Pfff,” she cocked an eyebrow up and looked at me with mockery. “I’ve got a standard room. Much smaller than this one.”

She walked over to the coach and dropped her belongings there and sat down.

“Executive room, eh?” she kept on teasing, “does that mean we can raid the mini-bar?”

I smirked, “Yeah no, but how about I order us a bottle of wine over room service instead?”

“Sure thing,” she said and kicked off her shoes.

She started opening up about her relationship with her boyfriend and soon enough we were sharing relational issues but also tips and tricks and how to best solve them. In the meantime room service had passed by so when our conversations about our relationships became mixed with a fine wine, the topic of “Date Night” popped up. A concept that both our relationships had.

“So, tell me,” she said while savoring her wine, “what does your date-nights look like? I want to hear it all.”
That last was a clear signal that she was fishing for juice details and my alcohol intoxicated mind did not see any issue with that. I kicked-off my shoes as well and took position on the bed.

“Well… euh..” I started, “it really depends on the season and whether we stay indoor or go out.”

“Start with the ones when you stay-in. What do you do then?” she spurred me on.

“When we stay-in,” I began to explain,”we start off with a romantic dinner, just to set the mood right and let us forget out our day and week. Usually I’m the one that cooks, so I’d be cooking up a surprise meal. One meal more fancy than the other. Our place would be neatly decorated, or feature candles. Or sometimes when I cook she is off to cook up a surprise of her own.”

“Desert?” Joice smiled as she started wiggling her foot out of enthusiasm. I noted by my own heart rate how I enjoyed how attentively she was listening to the image I was sketching for her.

“You can phrase it like that,” I chuckled, “that’s usually where she does the planning. We enjoy… roleplay… occasionally.” I made that almost sound like a confession. Joice was softly biting her lip as she kept wiggling that foot.

“Come on,” she laughed, “don’t make me drag it out of you. I want to know what roleplays.”

“There are a couple,” I answered her curiosity, “and some others that are variants on those. My favourite would be the spa resort masseuse. Where she bathes and massages me.

“With a happy ending?” Joice outed her typical chuckle whenever she made a witty remark.

“More like full service, I’d say.”

“Like body to body?”

“Actually, no.” I raised my eyebrows, “my wife enjoys keeping her clothes on. One of her kinks is that she enjoys being groped or touched underneath her clothing, rather than stripping out of them.”

Joice was silent as if she had to catch her breath, “I can totally relate to that.” she then said and looked at me intensively.

“What other roles?” she eagerly pressed on.

“Hold on, Joice,” I said, “I think we should be taking turns. Why don’t you raise my offer with a confession of yourself. Your time to say how you spend date night.”

Joice nodded and sipped her wine. “okay, I can play that game.” she said after she swallowed.

“Most of the time my date nights are power play centered” she grinned as I raised my eyebrows. “We don’t really roleplay someone else, we’re just an alternate version of ourselves.” she explained. “One gives the orders, the other executes them.”

“With a happy ending?” I asked cheekily.

“Not always,” she grinned even more, “edging and denial can also be part of powerplay. I don’t always need to cum in order to have good sex. For me it is more about the vibe between me and my boyfriend.”

“So who’s the dominant one among you,” I asked.

“We switch,” she answered honestly, “depends on who’s in the mood for what. Does that surprise you?”

“Maybe a little.” I confess, “I don’t particularly enjoy letting go of control. My wife tried tying me up, it didn’t really work for me.”

“Hmm..” she nodded in confirmation as if she’s processing the information.

“Your turn again,” she suddenly said and clapped her hands enthusiastically. “Tell me about your date night when you go out.”

“Hmm,” I pondered, “I guess you could say that some of our date nights out of the house are centered around… exhibitionism. For our last one I actually took out my wife for a surprise visit by a nude beach. She had mentioned before she was curious about that and it was on my bucket list too.”

“Did she enjoy it?” Joice asked.

“Maybe less than I did?” I replied, “she wanted to try it, but she wasn’t keen on the type of single men that visit there as well. I wanted to go further than just tanning, but in the end it was just that.”

“How much further did *you* want to take it?” Joice querried curiously.

“There were no specific desires, really,” I replied, “but you know… like a blowjob would’ve been nice. Haha!” I laughed for a moment.

“What’s like the kinkiest public sex you guys have done,” she asked and rearranged herself on the couch.

“I’d say against a hotel window much like the one close to you.” I said and pointed to the large floor-to-ceiling window that was at her right side. “You should try it really.”

She nodded and I saw her think, “I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that. Even when I must admit I do can enjoy the voyeur bit around exhibitionism.”

I stood up and poured us another round, “it’s getting really late,” I stated, “and this bottle is not nearly at its end yet.”

“Is that a hint to drink more, or to kick me out and save it for later?” She acted amused.

“I’m not the kicking out type of person,” I replied, “You can stay as long as you want.”

“Good, I wasn’t planning on leaving yet, too good of a conversation,” she laughed devilishly.

“Fine, but do you mind if I slip into something more comfortable.” I said, “this pants is killing me.”

“Nope,” she shrugged and took another good sip of her wine glass.

*Slip into something more comfortable?* I repeated internally *Shit… this is going in the wrong direction.* I knew the wine was talking, at least for me. Common sense had quit it’s job a few hours ago. It felt like Lizard Brain was piloting now and no one was telling him what he couldn’t and shouldn’t be. I made way to my suitcase, where I had stored my pajama shorts. The suitcase was located near the desk which was a complete furniture piece that formed a midsection high wall in the middle of the room. Against this center wall the bed was placed at the otherside. The bed’s head front and the desk formed a single center piece, which would give me half cover from Joice’s point of view from the other side of the room. Lizard Brain had right there prompted the executable called “get_comfy.exe”.

“Oh I wasn’t expecting a show!” Joice suddenly said and she turned to face the window. Not the reaction I expected but I continued with just taking off my day wear and switching it for my night wear. I noticed the reflection of the room in the window, the dark background had turned the windows into mirrors and I realised suddenly Joice was staring right at me through the reflection.

*Coincidence?* I wondered as I felt my heart skip a beat, *if she didn’t want to see, why didn’t she put her face to another point in the night sky, or if she did want to see it, why didn’t she outright just look?* I did not understand.

I got back onto the bed and she turned to face me again. She acted as if nothing bothered her and I was eager to pick up our conversation.

“What’s the most kinky thing you’ve done so far?” I asked Joice.

“Not sure,” she said immediately and gave a ponderous silence, “it’s hard to rate, but I can tell you that a few months ago I was super excited about a boudoir photoshoot my boyfriend had given me.”

“Boudoir?” I responded, “like pinup? Sexy clothing?”

Joice nodded but corrected me, “Lingerie. Sexy. Even soft erotic. An entire day of feeling worshipped. I must have been wet throughout the entire day. One of the most exciting experiences I can say.”
Joice seemed to relive a moment of that day right there. “A golden tip: You should give one as a present to your wife as well.”

“Sure, feel free to send me over the adress.”

There was a moment of pauze where Joice picked up her phone and started browsing while I took a few more sips of my wine. My phone buzzed. Over whatsapp I received a link to a website with a portfolio. The website opened once I tapped it and I was immediately presented with a collage of scantily clad women in lingerie or suggestively nudes. I stopped at one particular picture: black lingerie, fifties type of style with tones of black, white and beige.
“Joice!” I commented, “You’re on the portfolio!”
She nodded and grinned in explicit confirmation that she knew. The woman who sat on my couch was presented on my phone in sexy lingerie and a pose that accented all her curves. Bare thighs, round butt and a slim waist with a nice round belly button. Her boobs were accentuated and pushed up by the bra topped off with an artistic rim light defining the exact curvature and sheer volume of them.

“Whoa…” was the only thing I could muster, “that’s a really hot picture.”

“I know, right,” she said surprisingly cocky as if I was captain obvious in the flesh.

“Do you want to see the others as well?” she asked after a moment of me silently absorbing the picture in the archive of my mind. “I’ve got them with me on my phone.”

It took a moment before I realised what she just said, my mind couldn’t grasp it straight away. I was unsure whether it was the wine doing it, or a sudden drop in blood pressure. Joice jumped off the couch and slid onto the bed next to me. She laid on her back with her phone in her hand and started to tap away on her apps. I put mine aside and let my eyes pass over her before they reached the screen of her phone. I saw how the cups of her bra underneath her blouse kept the hill-like landscape up while her blouse had ridden up slightly to reveal a portion of her belly.

Joice handed over her phone, with a similar picture of said shoot open on it. A different posing but same thematic.

“Just swipe to see the rest,” she said, I’m gonna make myself a bit more comfy too in the meantime.”
Much like on the airplane she skillfully pulled off her bra from underneath her blouse. I glanced over and now saw how the previous landscape was changed to two flattened plateaus, each with a small knob in the middle. With each swipe I was brought further into the shoot and saw how Joice flirted with the camera. She looked like a diva and she knew it. I could tell it from the corners of my eyes that she was observing my expression with each swipe. Especially once I hit a picture where she reached her back and…

*Is there more?* I wondered as my heart stopped. *Should I keep swiping?*

I swiped.

And I saw.

The bra came loose and now she’s holding her bust by her hands, cups still in place. I could not help but feel a growing sensation down in my pajama shorts. I got flustered by the anticipation and idea of the next picture and I was afraid that this excitement would become very apparent.

There was no next picture.

“Oh.” was the only disappointed reaction I could think of. *Oh… it ends here.*

Joice had caught wind of my disappointment. I’ve always sucked at keeping a poker face. She gave me a muffled smile, typical to that of a tease.

“That was beautiful, Joice,” I eventually said, having cleared my mind. I reached for my glass and emptied it in one go. “You’re really a beautiful woman,” I added and sank deeper into the bed so I could let my head rest on the pillow.

“Thank you,” she said in return, “that’s really nice to hear.” Her voice had quickly switched from being a tease to being vulnerable. The same voice I had detected twice before on our trip. She rolled on her side to face my way, she too now had her head on a pillow. Being on her side made Joice her boobs squeezed and stacked on top of the other. The top one partially popped out of her blouse.

“You do know I can tell when you look at my tits, right?” she stated and chuckled.

*Fuck!* I thought, *if only you knew how much I wanted to squeeze them.*

“It’s okay though. I don’t mind you looking at them.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “I don’t know why I said that… I’m so drunk,” she added, “I don’t think I can even finish my glass anymore.”

“Me too, I just want to put my eyes to rest for a moment.” I replied. A poem of John Keats came to mind and I mused.

*Give me women, wine, and snuff*

*Until I cry out “hold, enough!”*

*You may do so sans objection*

*Till the day of resurrection:*

*For, bless my beard, they aye shall be*

*My beloved Trinity.*

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And all went black.

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To be continued…

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