You step out of the shower naked and walk to the balcony of your hotel room overlooking downtown Los Angeles. It has been a long day of talking shop, and now you are just looking forward to relaxing. Your company sent you all expenses paid to attend a convention where basically all you have had to do is sound convincing while reading a script and answering questions. They even sprung for an extra day to relax and put you in a suite. Overall, it is more like a vacation than work. You are even enjoying the company of your travel partner, me.
We have worked together for a year and have been flirting since day one. When I came on, I was assigned to shadow you to learn the ropes. You quickly found out that all I wanted to learn was what you tasted like. I have never disrespected you, and I am a great worker, so it was easy to like me. Soon, we were texting and talking outside of work, but nothing happened. We are married and poly, so nothing we do would be considered cheating. We just never crossed that line, at least not fully. It was that time at the new year's party when we ended up making out in the corner. You feel yourself getting wet thinking about it, and consider handling that when your phone rings, pulling you out of the moment.
You: Fuck.
You pick it up and see my face before answering.
You: I was just thinking about you.
Me: Really? Was I being bad again?
You: You always are.
Me: True. Did you want to go out and get a few drinks? I need to wind down something serious.
You: I don't feel like peopling, but I don't mind the company. Why don't you get us a bottle and come to my room?
Me: Oh, I like that idea. Any preference?
You: Brown, hard and hot.
Me: I meant to drink.
You: So, did I.
There is a pause.
Me: Do I need to bring plastic?
You: Up to you? I don't mind drinking from the bottle.
Me: Ok, just so we are clear...
You: Boy, get your fine ass over here and fuck me.
Me: Yes, ma'am
Five minutes later, I am knocking at your door.