Author: SinfulSeraph

[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate – PART 4

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/)

Day 3: [Women, Wine and…](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kdvm1w/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate_part_3/)

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Day 4: Breakfast at Nine.

I woke.

The room was still dark, no light shone through the windows yet and my head felt several sizes too big.

*Ugh..* is all I could muster and I tried to sit up. My throat was dry and had the awful bad taste of a hang-over. I remembered the night well, all until up the point I put my eyes to rest next to Joice.
*Joice…?* I pondered and noticed the bedside next to me was empty and only a vague imprint remained. The sheets were cold.

*Did she… ? Did we… ? Oh no…*
I crawled to the edge of the bed. My hand held my head as it felt very loose on my neck. There was no sound in the room besides the very faint hum of the air conditioning. I got up and stumbled to the bathroom, switched on the lights. The light blinded me and made my eyes hurt but there was no other and more dim source of light. I filled a cup with tap water and started drinking to hydrate myself as quickly as possible again till I could no more.
*Wait…* I said before I left the room and switched off the light again. I took a quick peek at the garbage bin to see if I would find a condom. Read more »

[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. Read more »

[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate – PART 2

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

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Day 2: Leisure Time

We arrived at Quebec City, our final destination, and we would still have half a Sunday of free time before we’d kick-off our midweek. It was warm and sunny, not too hot, just right to walk outside in jeans and a t-shirt. At Least that is what Joice was wearing once she had quickly changed at the hotel after seven hours of flying, four hours of airports and thirty minute cab drive to the hotel. She appeared in the lobby with the same black slim fit jeans she wore before, but her shirt and sweater was exchanged for a white tight-fit tank top with deep cleavage. This is not the girl I knew from the office, instead I was presented a black and white stylised young woman with a peculiar fashion taste. What was peculiar was not so much the black and white stylisation, but more so the fact she chose to wear a black bra. A black bra underneath a white top.

A weird combination I thought at first, or atleast to maybe a non-fashion person as myself, but as I was regularly allowed my eyes explore the merit of said choice I began to notice certain details that hinted me this might be a very deliberate and kinky choice. Read more »

[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate

The year was 2016 and it was my 33rd summer. I was one of a handful of managers at a software company and occasionally we’re being send abroad for conventions or in this particular case: training. Not so much training for myself, but for an aspiring and talented young employee who I invited along. She joined my team a year ago fresh out of school and was quickly proven to be an eager jack-of-all trade type of person. The training seminar we were enlisted for would certainly benefit her greatly in her career ahead. Joice, was her name, and not your typical office girl I can tell you.

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Day 1: The Airport

The day of our travel we had our rendez-vous in one of the bars. Our flight would take us to Montreal and was due in 2-hours. She hailed me as soon as she spotted me entering the lounge, she wore her regular black slim-fit jeans with a wide sweater. We grabbed a beer and sought out a seat where we start talking about work related topic and the seminar ahead. Joice is the type of introverted girl that has tendencies to ramble on chaotically. A brilliant mind though and sometimes awkward on a social level. I could tell she was rather nervous for this trip as it was her first business trip ever and even more so since it was with her team lead. Read more »