Managing Risk - From a Sales View

** This story is a continuation of "Analysing Risk Like a Good Trader" and contains extramarital sex. As is almost always the way in my fantasy world, no consequences occur - well not any consequences that the characters don't want in some way!

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Ross Brinksmat was brought into Stratton-Oakmont to give new life to their Dealing Floor and to bring it more into the 21st century. The board were firm. They wanted more women in senior roles. It looked quite straightforward. The reality was Stratton had become too male, pale and stale and change would not be popular on the floor. His floor was reasonably diverse. Its management was not. A few well-placed senior management changes would fix that. At some point in the future, the board would realise that they were the least diverse of all but that wasn't his problem.

Ross was single. He had married his childhood sweetheart just as he started his career. Four years later, he had caught her sleeping with his best friend at his own birthday party. She blamed him for being late to the party and working all the time. He was 'unavailable' as she put it.

His second marriage was little better. No affair this time, but she walked out, "I needed more time with you, Ross," she had said as she left, but she seemed far more focused when it came to the divorce settlement.

After his third divorce, Ross joked that he was done with marriage, "It's just quicker and easier to find a woman who doesn't like me and give her a load of my cash!"

Now, he lived alone and it was like he was married to Stratton.

The trading desks were underperforming for a second year in a row and when his favourite headhunter called to let him know that Deborah Holt might be interested in a new challenge outside of Bank of Literia, he felt comfortable that at least one of his roles would be filled by a talented woman -- albeit at the above-market salary and guaranteed bonus that Stratton paid to get her to join.

Sorting out sales leadership was at least cheaper. Penelope Weston had been the top-performing salesperson on the bond desk for three years in a row. She had been a sales desk head for 12 months now and was a natural choice to replace Ashley Evans when Ross removed him as Head of Sales. Her long blonde hair and stunning figure meant that male clients loved her and she had a way with female clients that somehow won them over too.

Penelope's husband was Pete Weston. At Stratton, he had been a superstar trader, consistently outperforming his colleagues. He charmed Penelope into his bed and the two of them were married a year later. Despite Stratton's best efforts at keeping him, he moved literally across the road to TownBank in the building next door to Stratton's. He wasn't going to turn down a bigger salary and guaranteed bonus. It also saved a headache for the then Heads of Trading and Sales as Stratton had a policy against employees having relationships with each other.

As they spent more time together, Penelope and Ross also developed a bit of a spark. It was a couple of months after her appointment that she finally took Ross up on his offer and went up to his room for a nightcap after a late-night senior management meeting at his hotel. They both knew that it would be much more than a drink.

Ross poured her a drink and Penny walked over to the window, her mind in turmoil over what she was about to do. She had never cheated on any of her partners, but she felt a primal need to do just that. Her primal need disappeared when she spotted the couple in the lit flat across the way. It was Cassie's apartment. Cassie was a junior salesperson from TownBank and Penny's husband Pete was in there kissing her. What were the odds?

Penny was livid, "What the actual fuck. I am going to fucking kill him." She picked up her mobile to call him, and Ross put his hand on her arm.

"Pen, you can't call or text him. I heard you call him earlier. How will you explain why you are in my 15th-floor hotel room in the city overlooking Cassie's apartment when you told him you were going to a bar then home after the party?"

"Shit! You are right. This is so fucking frustrating!" The irony of her being about to cheat on Pete, but livid that he might cheat on her was not lost on Ross. As it was, the mood was now gone and she left her drink and went down to grab a cab home. Ross looked across and saw a now-topless Cassie closing the curtains. Before he could stop himself, he thought, 'Great little nipples and nice pert tits, but why would Pete cheat on Penny with her?'

Back at work, neither mentioned the hotel room again. A month went by and Penelope had been in the role long enough that she needed to present her sales strategy to the board. It was hugely sensitive. Given the number of employees she wanted to fire, discretion was everything so they decided to meet outside of normal dealing-floor hours.

They didn't start until 8pm and for the first hour were joined in Ross's office by Susan Smart from HR so that Penelope could brief her on the necessary redundancies on some sales desks and her hiring plans for other desks.

Susan left at 9pm and Penelope continued with the detail for her business strategy. Ross was impressed.

When she looked out of the window behind Ross's chair, Penny's anger flared, "I do not fucking believe this! It's only fucking Pete kissing that sales-slut Cassie again. I never told you, but he came home after that night we saw them together and confessed before I could even ask him. Swore it was a drunken mistake. A one-and-done. Now just look at them, Ross."

Ross turned off the lights in his office so that they wouldn't be seen by Pete and Cassie. Immediately after he did that, Pete started fondling Cassie's boobs over her shirt while the two of them kissed. Penny turned to Ross and said, "Right. Time to even this up!"

She pulled him towards her and after she placed one of his hands onto her rather large right boob, she leaned in and kissed him passionately, tongues duelling. Ross could feel her nipple as it hardened under his hand while he kissed her and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her pussy. When Ross's other hand went to her skirt zip, she pulled away, saying, "No. This has to stay even. We do what they do. No more. No less. Sorry, Ross."

Ross didn't complain. Largely because at that moment, Cassie had dropped to her knees and pulled out Pete's cock. Penny noticed it too and dropped to her knees in front of Ross. She undid his trousers and pulled them and his boxer shorts to his ankles. She whispered, "Tell me what they are doing while I suck your cock, boss!"

Ross looked over and said, "She stopped sucking his cock to pull off her blouse and bra now."

Penny copied her. Her boobs were even more beautiful than Ross had realised: heavy and full but with no sag. They were topped with large round nipples that stiffened as Penny took her bra off. Penny saw that Cassie was now sucking Pete's cock again so she started sucking Ross's cock again.

"Holy fuck, Pen, she is taking him fully deep into her throat."

Penny had never done that before, but somehow, she managed to take Ross's cock all the way in until her nose was in his pubes. She pulled off gasping for breath, then did it again. She started squeezing his balls as she took him in deep, before pulling off to get some air in her lungs. She repeated this and it didn't take Ross long, 'Ah fuck Pen, that feels so fucking good. I can't believe my cock is in your fucking throat. Feels so. Feels so. Ah fuck, I'm coming. Ah take it all. Yessss!"

While a lot of his cum shot down her throat, she swallowed what remained in her mouth with a loud gulp. When they looked across the way, Pete was getting dressed and Cassie had gone. He pulled his trousers up as Penny licked a stray blob of cum off her lips and then put her bra and blouse back on. She kissed Ross on the cheek, then said, "I guess I will see you tomorrow morning. Do you want to come to my 7am sales meeting?"

Ross replied, "Sorry. No can do. I have audit committee first thing. Goodnight, Penelope."

She walked out as she said, "Good night, boss."

The next morning, his first Jabber Instant Message was from her: Penelope Weston: "Hi Ross, I need to tweak my sales strategy. I know you have client drinks in your diary. Meet in your office at 9pm to go through it?"

Ross Brinksmat: "Sure. That works. See you at nine."

When she walked in at 9pm, he had already turned off the lights. Pete and Cassie were back to just kissing so they did the same. Pete had his hand under her skirt and she was pulling at his cock under his trousers. Penny walked to Ross and kissed him hard, pushing her hand down his suit trousers as his hand went under her skirt. She wasn't wearing knickers and he could feel her wet pussy on his fingertips. She started to slowly pull at his cock under his trousers, mimicking what they saw across the way.

After a few minutes, Pete and Cassie jumped apart as two TownBank traders walked towards them. They got apart just in time, then all four left the floor together chatting.

Penny turned to Ross and said, "You will get sore balls if you don't come, Ross." She undid her blouse and took off her bra and tied her hair up in a loose bun then kneeled in front of him, saying, "I can't touch you, but you can wank, so why don't you paint my nipples and face with all your lovely cum?"

Ross took his cock out and started to wank. After a minute Penny leaned forward and spat some saliva onto it, "That is the best I can do for lube, I'm afraid, Ross."

He carried on stroking and his orgasm built. When she saw he was about to come she opened her mouth wide.

"Ah fuck, Penny, I'm gonna come. Going to fucking come in that pretty mouth and all over your awesome fucking tits. Ah fuck! Ah fuck, yes! Take it all. Ah yes!" His first two spurts went directly into her mouth. The rest covered her face and boobs.

He grabbed some tissues and cleaned his cock while she used some to wipe the cum off her body, catching it just before it dripped onto her skirt. Once she was clean, she got dressed and with a quick, "Good night, Ross!" she turned and walked out.

The Jabber messages started at 7am: Penelope Weston: "Sorry we ran out of time to finish tweaking and cleaning my presentation last night. Tonight at 9pm?"

Ross Brinksmat: "Sure. Look forward to it."

At 9pm she walked in, "So the fucking bastard wanted to fuck me last night when I got into bed. I told him I was too stressed from work and had a migraine. I turned away from him in bed and the fucking idiot then tells me he likes my new musky perfume!" She chuckled then added, "Guess I missed some of your spunk when I cleaned up. Meantime all I could smell was her fucking cheap perfume on him. What a twat!"

Just as they said that, the movement lights on the TownBank floor flicked on. Ross immediately turned his off and they saw Cassie and Pete walk over to her desk. The two of them kissed and Penny copied with Ross. When Pete put his hands under Cassie's blouse, Ross did the same to Penny. She was not wearing a bra and he marvelled at how amazing her big but firm boobs felt in his hands. He pulled and twisted at her nipples and her breath caught. After a few minutes, Cassie unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, followed by her thong. Penny did the same with her skirt. She wasn't wearing knickers. Ross stared at her shaved pussy. He loved big labia and pussy lips. This was his first time experiencing them in the flesh. All his previous partners had 'innie' pussies.

They watched, mesmerised, as Pete bent Cassie over her desk and started rubbing his cock up and down her neat 'innie' pussy and her pussy lips started to open. When Ross didn't bend Penny over, she moved into position herself and looked over her shoulder at him expectantly.

"Uh, Penny. Are you sure about this?" Ross asked.

"We do what they do," was all she said.

Ross started rubbing his cock through Penny's large meaty inner lips. He could feel just how wet she already was. When Pete pushed his cock into Cassie, Ross slowly pushed his cock into Penny, marvelling at how her inner pussy lips gripped and dragged on his shaft as he pushed in. Pete started to fuck Cassie harder, so Ross increased his pace too.

"Look at that slut taking him bare, Ross. Stupid slut probably isn't even on the pill either!"

The thought hit Ross, "Um, Penny, are you on the pill?"

"Just keep fucking me. Fuck me deep, Ross! I am nearly there."

The clenching of Penny's pussy and the sight of Pete clearly coming in Cassie sent Ross over the edge too, "Ah fuck, Pen, going to flood your fucking pussy. Ah fuck! Ah fuck! Yess!"

His orgasm triggered Penny's too, "Oh yes, Ross, come in my unprotected pussy. Come in me! Ah fuck all that hot spunk in me feels so fucking good, ah yes! Yes! Yesss!"

Ross pulled out and watched his cum drip onto the carpet. When Cassie turned around and licked the cum off Pete's cock, Penny licked Ross's cock clean too. She dressed afterwards, put a finger to his lips then walked out.

At 7am the following morning they were on Jabber:

Penelope Weston: "Need to see you please."

Ross Brinksmat: "Free for next 30 mins."

She walked into his office, closing the door, "I confronted Pete last night and he admitted that he has been having an affair with Cassie. He doesn't know I evened things up and he doesn't deserve to know either. We agreed to try to patch up our marriage. I don't want to be just another City divorce statistic. He is ending it with Cassie today. We can't carry on either. Penny is gone and Penelope is back."

"Okay, Penny, but before you go, can I just confirm that you are on the pill?" Ross asked.

Penny replied, "Sadly not. I am allergic to it. Don't worry though. This should be a safe week. Turns out the Cassie slut is on the pill." She chuckled at the thought that they weren't quite so even after all, before Penelope said, "Now we really should actually sort out my presentation to the board!"

Penelope and Ross went back to being 'just' colleagues and the board agreed her strategy. She spent the next week meeting with Susan from HR finalising the firing process. By the end of the week, she had let seventeen salespeople go. Susan had given her an appropriate script for each salesperson but Penelope still found it very emotional. One salesman had been at Stratton for thirteen years and was clearly worried about starting again at a new firm. She left quietly each day rather than going to their leaving drinks. She knew they wouldn't want that 'tough bitch' there.

A week later, Penelope strode into Ross's office, followed by Deborah Holt, "Ross, we have a major issue. One of our traders has fucked up hugely on a trade with DeutscheGross Pension Fund. They have pulled our line. They are refusing to deal with us going forward. Can we get them on a senior level call to try to repair this?"

"Okay. First of all, Deborah, which of your traders is the problem?"

"It's Rob. I am going to terminate him for this. He only survived my first cull because of the backing of his Desk Head George. His sacking is well overdue. Let's try to call the client and hopefully we can promise enough."

It wasn't enough. Fritz, the CIO of the fund, was livid. Unwinding the trading error had caused them a number of administrative issues, not to mention the actual cash cost. Despite Ross offering to cover the loss from the bank's own books, Fritz ended up letting them know that a lot more was needed if they wanted to continue their relationship and he hung up. This was a multi-million-dollar account and was a close relationship of Penelope's. It had to be fixed.

Penelope sat for thirty seconds as she worked out her strategy, then said, "Okay. I think we have to show we are serious and get ourselves over to Frankfurt to meet them. We need a show of force. Deborah, can you bring George, please? He backed Rob, so he needs to help fix the mess too. As Desk Head, he would be well placed to talk about exactly how we ensure this type of fuck-up doesn't happen again. We need to show them just how seriously we are taking the issue, so I really need you there too, Ross. Hopefully the Head of Floor, Head of Trading, Head of Sales and Head of Desk combination is enough."

Penelope made the call to Fritz directly. He agreed to meet them but was very busy due to the number of banks visiting him for their year-end pitches.

"I will come back with a time before year end. We have a lot of work to do here, Penelope. I really want to be able to trust you again. Right now that looks impossible. I suggest we all have dinner after your presentation."

She relayed the relatively good news to them and they went back to their desks. Penny contacted their usual supplier to make sure that appropriate, compliance-approved, Christmas gifts were sent to each of the DeutscheGross portfolio managers as well as to Fritz. The charm offensive was on!

Some weeks later, Fritz came up with a date. It was two days after their desk drinks were traditionally held. Plane tickets and hotel rooms were booked and preparations made. Ross and Penelope stayed perfectly professional with no mention of her husband when they saw each other.

They checked in at Heathrow, went through security and met at the gate for the 9am flight. George was drinking his signature four-shot espresso and Ross was busy reading and replying to urgent emails. Penelope looked unhappy as she walked up to them but told Deborah she was fine when Deborah checked.

They went over the plan on the plane. Penelope would do most of the talking to start, then George and Deborah would explain how things had changed to ensure the mistake could not recur.

The meeting was at 3:30pm, so they grabbed lunch together. Ross commented on how pleased he was with his team, "It's all coming together now. I am really pleased with how we work as a team." He didn't spot the look that went between Deborah and George as he spoke of 'coming together'. Penny only half-heard Deborah mention her husband, Graeme, who was an ethics lecturer, she said, before she went back to typing on her phone.

Penelope sat with them, but her mind was elsewhere as she typed furiously on her phone for most of the lunch.

There was no sign of her anger when they met Fritz. She and Fritz went back a long way and he respected her. He warmed to Deborah and invited his senior portfolio managers in to hear the full pitch.

It went just as well as they hoped. There were many questions asked and they only finished around 6pm. Fritz said, "So we cannot resume dealing in this year, I am afraid. Internal protocol requires a two-week cool-off period which takes us to January. We will likely put you back on our dealing list in January, but on probation for three months. Let me be clear. If it was anyone other than you, Penelope, this error would have seen a permanent end to the relationship. We cannot afford another error."

He turned to George, "Now I know you traders don't usually like to join client chats, but I'd appreciate you being added to our Bloomberg chat, George. You can keep an eye on us and how your traders behave. I assume that is okay."

It wasn't a question, so George simply nodded. He had always made good money trading with DeutscheGross Pension Fund and this was a big relief. He wryly thought, "Deborah was spot on. Rob had to go and I need to stop letting my feelings get in the way."

They checked into the hotel and all four went to their rooms to freshen up. They had four rooms in a row on the executive floor of the hotel, George, Deborah, Ross and then Penelope. They agreed to meet in the lobby at 7:30pm.

Dinner went well too. After Champagne to toast their renewed relationship, Fritz and his portfolio managers ordered the best red wines to go with their steaks and it was an evening of laughter and relief. Ross handed over his corporate card at the end of the meal and typed his PIN in without looking at the bill. Whatever it cost, it was worth it.

When they got to the hotel, Deborah said, "George and I are meeting a broker for a quick drink at the bar. See you both for breakfast?"

Penelope and Ross nodded and headed for the lift. She said nothing until she walked into Ross's room, "I promised Pete that I would do whatever it took for our marriage to survive and I kept my promise. The fucker came home late last night, reeking of her perfume. He thought I was asleep. I waited until he fell asleep and then sniffed his cock. It had her pussy juices and his cum on it. I woke him up and told him that I knew he fucked Cassie again. He looked me in the eye and swore that he had not fucked Cassie. He was drunk so I left it, then today I texted him and said that I could smell her fucking pussy juice on his cock last night. He admitted that he had fucked her again, the fucking twat! I need to even things up again, Ross."

She leaned forward and kissed him, open-mouthed, pushing her tongue against his. Ross pulled back and said, "Let's just grab a whisky first. If I fuck you straight away I will feel like I took advantage of you."

Penny chuckled and said, "So chivalrous of you, Ross. I am getting naked anyway," and she stripped off then sat on his bed with her legs crossed while she sipped her whisky. Ross stripped too and was stood opposite her chatting.

The thoughts of Pete's infidelity were getting to her and she turned to Ross tearfully and said, "I just don't get it! What is it, Ross? I know that my boobs are bigger than hers. I saw them the other night -- small tidy nipples and pert. Is it her tidy nipples and super tidy innie pussy? Why is he so keen to fuck her that he will risk losing me?"

Ross said, "He is a fucking idiot! That's why!" He leaned forward to suck and kiss each of her nipples, then said, "Your nipples are stunning and such a turn-on!" Then he pushed her onto her back and kissed up her legs, dragging his tongue between her large pussy lips and said, "I have seen quite a few pussies in my life. You have by far the prettiest, sexiest one I have ever fucking seen!" and he went back to licking her pussy, swallowing her juices.

He sat up as they both heard Deborah and George returning through the thin hotel room door.

Deborah's voice carried clearly, "Nightcap in my room, George?"

"Sure, Debs."

That was new. Ross and Penny had never heard anyone abbreviate her name before.

When Ross went to speak, Penny whispered, "Better whisper, Ross. They don't need to know that we are together, right?"

Penny kneeled in front of him and sucked his cock into her mouth then pushed down until he was in her throat again. She pulled off and said, "You're the only man I have ever done that to. I need more practice at it," as she engulfed him once more. Ross held her head as she bobbed up and down, taking him deep occasionally.

He pulled her off his cock and said, "Your mouth is fucking amazing too, but I really need to be in your pussy right now!"

She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back with her legs open. Ross crawled up between them and rubbed his cock through her big pussy lips saying, "I fucking love your pussy lips, Penny. Best fucking pussy ever!"

He pushed in deep and looked into her eyes, pausing, "Fuck. I almost don't want to ask, but is this a safe week for us to do this? I don't have any condoms."

Penny replied, "Just fuck me, okay!" she chuckled then added, "Maybe don't fill my womb with all of your potent spunk," and she winked at him as she felt his cock twitch inside her. He fucked her with long slow hard thrusts, both of them building nicely to an orgasm. They could hear moans through the wall in Debs' room as well.

After a while, Penny said, "I want to be on top." And she pushed him onto his back, then slotted his cock back inside her pussy. "Ah, so much deeper this way," she said. She started lifting and fucking down hard on Ross. When he tried to warn her that he was close, she was too and she ignored him, "Ah fuck, Ross, your cock feels so good in me. I love that you are bare in me, unprotected." She started grinding on him with his cock deep inside.

"Fuck, Penny, get off or I will come in you!" Ross shouted.

Penny shouted back, "Fucking come in me. Fill my fertile womb with all that potent spunk, Ross! Ah fuck, ah fuck. Yes! yes! Yes! So much fucking cum. I can feel you shooting deep inside me. Ah fuck, yes!" She leaned forward and kissed him. Both were suddenly aware of how quiet Debs' room now was.

Penny smiled and walked over to the locked interconnecting door. She could hear them perfectly.

"Fuck's sake, George, again no fucking condoms? Look, I know I said buy them or maybe don't but that was when I was ovulating and horny kind of like I am today! You know about my and Graeme's limit, right? The thing is, I am so fucking turned on after hearing Ross coming unprotected inside Penny! You know what? Fine. Fuck it. Get your cock back in my cunt and carry on fucking me. Maybe think before you just spray my pussy, okay? Today is nowhere near a safe day, Mr 'I never bring any Condoms'."

Penny looked down at Ross's cum leaking down her leg and started playing with her clit and whispered to Ross, "Fuck watching Pete and Cassie! Now those two I would love to watch!"

They could hear the moans from their bed as the passion built next door, then they heard George, "Debs, I need to pull out or I am going to come in your pussy. I am super close!"

"You are not fucking pulling out, George. I need to come. Just fucking fill me with your spunk and make me come. I need this. Ah fuck, like that, like that, ah fuck I am coming, Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me all of that spunk in my fertile cunt. Yes!"

Penny woke up first in the morning. They hadn't closed the curtains and it was getting light outside. Ross was on his back, still out of it. She lay still long enough to feel it: a slow, warm drip between her thighs. Last night had not been a dream. His cum was still deep inside her.

She slipped a hand down and brought her fingers up. Thick. White. She almost wiped it on the sheet, then put them in her mouth instead and licked them clean. She reached back down and pushed what she could of him inside again, as if that would keep it from dripping back out.

Ross stirred. "Penny?"

"Still here." She kissed his chest, then lower. "Don't you dare be all chivalrous now!"

He gave a quiet little laugh and then stopped laughing, because her mouth was back on his cock, licking him clean of her juices and his from last night. She pulled off and then pulled him down deep - the way she had only learned to do because she saw Cassie do it first. She looked up once and held his eye while her nose touched his stomach.

"Fuck. Come here."

He tried to pull her up. She stayed where she was sucking him until he was fully hard, then climbed over him and sat down in one go. No whisky. No speech. She was already wet from sleep and from his cum. As his cock slid into her pussy she let out a loud, "Fuuuck. That feels so fucking good!"

They stayed like that for a while, her rolling her hips, him holding her bum. It was quieter than the night. Every wet sound was audible.

Then the bed next door started.

A creak. Debs' low voice. George saying her name in a panic.

Penny smiled against Ross's mouth. "They're at it again."

She jumped off him. Barefoot on the hotel carpet, cum running down her inner thigh, she went to the interconnecting door and turned the lock on their side. It gave with a small click she hoped the others wouldn't notice.

She opened it a few inches.

Debs had already done the same with her door.

The gap lined up. Debs had not closed her curtains either so their room was well lit too.

George was behind her, Debs on her elbows, hair a mess, both looking straight through the crack. Debs didn't cover herself. She smiled at Penny, and mouthed, your turn.

Penny felt her face go hot. She looked back at Ross. He was sitting on the edge of their bed, cock wet, watching her watching them.

"They can see us," he whispered.

"Good."

She left the door where it was and went back to him. This time she bent over on the mattress facing the door so that if Debs wanted the view, she could have it: Penny's heavy tits hanging, Ross's hands on her hips, his cock rubbing through those big lips he wouldn't shut up about.

"Go on then," she said, not quietly. "Show her exactly what she heard last night."

He pushed back in. Penny groaned loudly. Through the gap she saw George's rhythm hitch, then pick up, matching them without admitting it.

Debs reached back, grabbed George's thigh, and kept her eyes on Penny.

No one said they should only do what the others did. They didn't have to. When Debs dropped her chest to the sheets, Penny did too. When Ross reached around and found her clit, Debs swore like she had felt it on her clit. When George said, "I can't hold back, Debs, I have to" Debs laughed, breathless, and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Fill my cunt with your spunk already. I need more."

Penny looked over her shoulder at Ross. "You heard the lady. So do I."

"Penny. We already risked..."

"I know what we already risked." She pushed back onto him, hard. "Do it again. Fucking paint my cervix. I want it still in me when I sit on the plane coming home."

That was enough for him. He held her hips and came with a loud groan and she came with him, shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah fuck yes!"

Next door, George groaned and Debs said "Fucking stay in deep and fill me up. Yes! Yes! Yes! So fucking hot. Yes!"

For a few seconds nobody moved. Four people. Two rooms. The doors still open those few inches.

Penny was the one who laughed. Quiet. Disbelieving. She reached back, held Ross there a moment longer, then let him slip out. She walked to the gap on unsteady legs, cum still dripping, and looked Debs in the eye.

Debs stood up and the two women looked down at the mess on each other's thighs and pussies, then back up, and smiled. Penny was fascinated by Debs' pierced nipples with their little silver bars. Debs was fascinated by Penny's big nipples. Penny reached through the gap and touched one bar with her fingertip. Cold metal, hot skin. Debs didn't pull away. She put her thumb on Penny's nipple for a second, then let go. That was all.

Penny stepped back and pulled their door so that it was almost closed. "Breakfast in twenty minutes," she said, loud enough to carry. "Try not to drip all down your legs, Debs!"

Debs' answer came through the doorway, "You can show me how, since you're clearly our boss's favourite."

They showered separately. Penny stood under the water for less than a minute, then stopped, looked down, and left the rest of him deep in her pussy. She thought about knickers then decided to leave them off and see just how much would drip out if she was bare.

In the lift she caught Ross looking at her. She smiled and said, "I'm thinking of leaving Pete. Fuck the divorce statistics! Life is too short to be unhappy."

At breakfast, while Ross and George were getting more food from the buffet, Debs turned to Penny and said, "Well, don't we both have that freshly fucked look this morning? Don't worry. What happens in Frankfurt stays in Frankfurt. Right? I'll give George the same message and you tell the boss."

Penny nodded, "Unless one or both of us were impregnated here I guess? Then maybe it doesn't stay here in Frankfurt and comes home in our bellies!" She laughed with Debs joining in, just as the two men returned with their plates.