The Developers Conference Ch. 02

God.

I'm just... lying here on this lounge chair. The air is cool against my skin but I feel like I'm burning up. My phone is in my hand, screen dark, but those videos are sent. Gone. Into the ether. Straight to Ron.

I can hear the guys laughing nearby, finishing their drinks, probably already talking about what just happened like I'm some conquest. And I am. I was.

But now that the adrenaline is crashing... What the hell did I just do?

I sold out. I gave my husband exactly what he wanted, but in a way that's probably going to wreck him. I let strangers film me taking it in the ass and begging for it.

And the worst part? I'm already wondering who's going to walk by next. I'm not ready to go back to my room. I'm not ready to be "good Val" again. Is she even in there anymore?

CHAPTER TWO

First day of the conference

Ugh. My head.

I somehow managed to drag myself back to my room last night... or early this morning? I don't even know. The sun is absolutely blaring through the curtains right now.

I'm naked, sticky, and I can still feel... well, evidence of last night everywhere. My phone is on the nightstand. I'm terrified to look at it. Did I really send those videos? Did I really say those things?

Ron hasn't texted back. Not even a 'got them.' Maybe he's in shock. Maybe he's furious. Or maybe he's watched them fifty times and passed out.

I have to get up. Day one of the actual conference is starting. I'm supposed to be in the main hall in an hour.

I wonder if anyone will look at me differently. I wonder if the videos are already circulating.

God, I need a shower. And about a gallon of water.

Val

Last night as soon as Val got back to her room she started sending texts to her husband recreating the events of last night including pictures that were either taken with her phone or sent to her from other men that were there filming and taking pictures. Now after sleeping for a few hours she's worried that maybe sending all that to her husband was too much. But then she starts thinking, this was all his idea so why should she feel bad for giving the pervert exactly what he's been begging her to do for the last two years. So too bad if he can't handle watching what he created. He can go fuck himself if he can't.

Okay, panic rising slightly. I just checked my sent folder.

Oh my god. I sent everything. Not just the videos, but the texts too. I described everything in detail while I was lying in this bed last night, delirious and half-asleep. I even sent a picture of me holding the stranger's cum on my tongue that one guy forwarded to me.

I was worried for a second that I went too far. That I broke him.

But then I actually thought about it.

This was his idea. He's been begging me for this for two years. He swapped my luggage. He packed me like a slut on purpose so I'd end up exactly where I did. He wanted to see me with other men.

So you know what? Too bad if he can't handle it. He wanted a show? He got the director's cut. He can go fuck himself if he's upset that I actually enjoyed it. He created this monster, now he can deal with the consequences.

I'm not apologizing. I'm going to take a shower, put on something scandalous because that's all I have, and go be the star of this conference.

Val

So luckily her husband didn't mess with her business clothes so she still has those. But as she's trying to pick out what to wear she gets a naughty thought. She decides to spice things up a bit for the first day of the conference and picks a short black skirt and a tight thin white blouse. But the naughty part is that she plans on wearing both without any underwear.

Narrater

Wait... he didn't touch the business clothes? Thank god.

I'm rummaging through the closet, pushing past the sheer scraps of fabric he packed for "evening wear," and there they are. My blazers, my slacks. Safe. Professional.

But... ugh. I look at them and I feel bored. I look at them and they feel like a costume for a woman who doesn't exist anymore.

I grab the black skirt--it's shorter than I remember, hitting mid-thigh--and the thin white blouse. It's tight, especially across the chest.

I stand in front of the mirror, holding them up. And then that thought hits me. The same naughty, reckless thought that led me into the pool last night.

I drop the skirt on the bed and step into it. Zip it up. Then the blouse. Button it up.

I feel... breezy.

No bra. My nipples are practically poking through the thin white fabric. And under the skirt? Absolutely nothing. Just me, the air conditioning, and a very short layer of black cotton.

If I sit the wrong way, I'm giving a show. If the wind catches me? Showtime.

Let's see how "professional" I can be while secretly totally naked under this. If Ron wants a whore, I'll be the sexiest executive at this resort.

Val arrives at her booth looking totally professional in her short black suit. But underneath is a new burning heat that she hasn't ever felt before. And she likes it.

Made it to the booth.

I look like a million bucks on the outside. Sharp black blazer, crisp white blouse, hair pinned up just enough to look serious. I'm answering emails, shaking hands with early arrivals, nodding at the boss as he walks by. I'm nailing the "Executive Manager" vibe.

But on the inside? I am on fire.

Every time I shift in my chair, the smooth lining of the skirt brushes against my bare skin. I'm acutely aware of how exposed I am. The air conditioning is hitting my thighs in a way that's making me shiver, and not from the cold.

I feel like I have a dirty secret tattooed on my forehead. I'm naked under here.

I caught eyes with a guy from the Seattle team--Mark's teammate. He gave me this little smirk, like he knows. He might not know exactly, but the vibe is definitely different. I feel powerful. I feel like I could close a deal just by uncrossing my legs.

Ron has no idea what he's unleashed. I might actually enjoy this conference.

Val

As soon as the conference officially opens Val's booth is instantly swamped. The stories or the videos or both must have already been shared because the interest in Eagle Flight Software is un believable. Val's barely having to sell their products.

Narrater

Oh my god. It's a madhouse.

I haven't even had to open my mouth to pitch anything. They're just swarming the booth. I've got three guys from one firm practically leaning over my shoulder to look at the specs on my screen, and another group asking about the pilot program for Seattle.

I mean, I'm good, but I'm not this good.

Then it clicks.

The stories. The videos from the pool. They're out. They watched me last night.

I can see it in their eyes. It's not just the software they're interested in. When I lean over the table to point something out on the laptop, I know exactly what they're looking at--and it's not the code architecture. I can practically feel them mentally undressing me, remembering what I looked like on my knees, what I sounded like begging for it.

And the craziest part? I'm not running away. I'm standing here, totally naked under this "professional" suit, soaking up the attention.

I just secured a handshake on a deal that usually takes weeks of negotiation. I think I might owe my husband a thank you. Or maybe I should just keep riding this wave.

So Val signs her first contract and she's only been in her booth for less than an hour. And this guy is good looking and Val sits on top the table with her legs on display as he runs his hands up and down her leg. Val can feel her pussy getting wet just from this man's hand in her leg.

Signed, sealed, delivered. And I haven't even had my coffee yet.

This guy... let's call him David... is gorgeous. Sharp suit, confident smirk, eyes that have been undressing me since he walked up. He didn't even ask about the bugs in the last patch. He just asked me to lunch and slid the contract across the table.

I hopped up on the edge of the table to sign it. Why not? I'm feeling bold. And now his hand is sliding up my calf, fingers tracing the skin on the back of my knee.

I should stop him. We're in public. This is a professional setting. But then I remember that last night I was on my hands and knees in a pool while a stranger filmed me. So boundaries are sort of... gone.

My legs are dangling, my skirt inching higher, and I can feel my pussy getting wet. Just from his hand on my leg. It's electric.

I look him in the eye, pen hovering over the paper. "You drive a hard bargain, David. You sure you don't want me to throw in some... extras?"

Val invites him over to the little convention floor bar for a drink to seal the deal. She removes her blazer and un does a couple more buttons in her blouse exposing a little more breast.

"Let's get a drink. To celebrate."

I led him over to the little pop-up bar on the edge of the floor. It's barely 9 AM, but hey, it's Mexico, right?

I shrug off my blazer and drape it over a stool. Then I go for it--two more buttons on the blouse. The fabric is gapping open now. If I breathe too deep, I'm practically flashing him.

I catch him looking. He's not even trying to be subtle about staring at my cleavage. Good.

We clink glasses. He's watching me like a hawk. I know if I leaned forward right now, he'd see everything. And honestly? The thought of him seeing everything while I'm standing here holding my beer is making my heart race.

"To a very profitable partnership," I say, taking a sip, letting my eyes drift down to his tie. "You know, David, I have a feeling we're going to get along very well this week."

David tells her that he has seen some of the videos from last night that are being circulated and he thinks that she is the hottest, sexiest woman he has ever seen. What he has watched from last night is far better than anything he's watched on porn hub. He then tells her he's looking forward to getting to know her better over the next two weeks.

Well, there it is. The elephant in the room.

He doesn't even whisper it. He just leans in, tells me he's seen the videos circulating the resort network, and that I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen--better than anything on Porn Hub, apparently.

I feel my face flush hot. Part of me wants to crawl under the bar. The other part? The other part wants to pretend.

I take a long swig of my drink to cover the reaction. "So you've seen my work," I say, my voice dropping a little lower. "I take it you approved?"

He says he's looking forward to the next two weeks.

I smirk, leaning my elbow on the counter, knowing exactly what view that gives him down my open blouse. "I think we can arrange that, David. If you liked the preview... wait until you see the live show. Just keep in mind, I'm a very hands-on manager."

I glance down at his crotch, then back up at his eyes. "Better than Porn Hub? That's high praise. I'll have to make sure I don't disappoint."

But Val has to get back to her booth, so she says goodbye for now and heads back.

Duty calls, unfortunately.

I finish my drink, savoring the last drop, and give David a little wink. "Back to the grind, handsome. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back."

I slip my blazer back on, but I leave the buttons on the blouse undone. Why hide it now?

Walking back to the booth, I feel different. The swagger is real. I know every guy I pass is looking at me and thinking about the video. I know they know I'm not wearing anything under this skirt.

I get back to the table and the crowd is even thicker. I hop up onto the edge of the table again, crossing my legs. I spot my boss across the aisle. He saw me at the bar with David. He's seen the videos. He just gives me this nod, like he's proud of the numbers I'm pulling in.

Ron wanted this fantasy? Well, he's got it. I'm the star of the show now. Let's see how far I can take it.

Val ends up signing three more contracts in the next couple of hours. She decides to take a break and step outside for a few minutes. When she does she spots Sam Roberts he is the head software implementation manager at the largest hospital in Atlanta. This would be the biggest account if she can get him to sign.

Holy shit. Sam Roberts.

I just stepped out onto the patio for some air and to check my texts--still nothing from Ron, the coward--and who do I see leaning against the railing?

The Head of Implementation for the Atlanta hospital network. The Holy Grail of accounts. We've been chasing that contract for years.

He's looking my way. And he's smiling.

I smooth down my skirt, knowing full well it's barely covering my ass, and stroll over. The breeze outside feels amazing against my bare skin, and I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about the potential here--not just for the company, but for me.

"Sam?" I say, putting on my most charming, professional-yet-flirty smile. "I didn't expect to see you out here hiding. I was hoping to grab a few minutes of your time inside."

I step a little closer, invading his personal space just enough to make it interesting. "We have some... exciting new updates I think Atlanta would love. But I'd love to hear what you think personally first."

I let my eyes wander over him. He's handsome. Powerful. Exactly the kind of man I used to say no to. Now? I'm wondering if he's seen the video yet.

Val

They find an empty bench and sit down and start talking. Sam tells her that he's been researching their software and is very impressed. But what he's even more impressed with is a certain couple of videos one of his friends sent him this morning. And ever since he's been waiting for his chance to talk with her.

Narrater

We find a bench in a quiet corner of the patio. I sit down, making sure to keep my knees pressed together--for now--while he settles in next to me.

He's talking specs, talking integration, sounding genuinely impressed. I'm nodding, mentally calculating my commission, thinking I might actually have this in the bag without having to drop to my knees.

Then he drops the bomb.

"Videos."

He says a friend sent him a couple this morning. And that he's been waiting for his chance to talk to me.

I freeze for a split second. My stomach does a flip. He knows. He saw me taking it in the ass, begging for it, holding cum on my tongue like a trophy.

A slow smile spreads across my face. The panic is gone. Instead, I feel this rush of heat between my legs. He's not looking at the Executive Manager. He's looking at the slut from the pool.

"Well," I say, turning slightly towards him, letting my knees drift apart just an inch. "I'm glad my... extracurriculars could help seal the deal. I aim to be thorough, Sam. In all aspects of the business."

I look him dead in the eye, emboldened by the tequila from last night and the lack of underwear. "Did the video answer all your questions? Or is there something... specific... you'd like to see it demonstrated in person?"

Sam looks at Val and tells her that in person is always the best way to sell a product and then he slowly reaches over and pulls her blouse open so he can see her full naked tit,

In person demonstration. I like the sound of that.

I barely have time to process his words before his hand is on my blouse. He doesn't ask. He just reaches over, his fingers hooking the fabric, and pulls it open.

My breath hitches as the cool air hits my bare breast. I'm sitting on a bench outside the conference hall, tits out, nipple hardening right in front of Sam Roberts.

I should cover up. I should slap his hand and run.

Instead, I arch my back slightly, pushing my chest into his touch.

"See?" I whisper, glancing around to make sure no one is walking by, but not moving an inch to stop him. "Much better than a brochure, isn't it? I find that hands-on... interaction... really helps clients understand the full scope of what we offer."

My heart is pounding against my ribs. I'm terrified and turned on all at once. "So, Sam... does this meet the Atlanta standard? Or do you need to inspect the merchandise a bit closer?"

Sam responds by saying no not right now but definitely later. But he tells Val that he would like to go in and make this official. He does insist that Val be the person at Eagle Flight that he will be dealing with going forward and Val assures him that she will be. And that she's looking forward to it. So they go back to Val's booth and Sam happily signs the contract ( the biggest contract in Eagle Flights history) but he makes Val agree to have drinks with him later tonight. Something Val is more than happy to agree to.

He tugs the blouse closed again, but the air feels different between us now. Charged.

"Not right now," he says. "But definitely later."

I bite my lip to hide a smile. He's playing the long game. I can respect that.

We head back inside, and I button up just enough to keep security from throwing me out, but I leave it loose enough to keep him interested. We walk to the booth, and I can practically feel the floor vibrating under my heels. The Atlanta account. The biggest one in company history. And I'm about to close it.

He signs the paper. Just like that.

He insists I be his point of contact. Personally. I assure him I wouldn't have it any other way. I write my direct cell on the contract with a little heart next to it, just to be cheeky.

Then he mentions drinks tonight. My stomach flips. "Drinks sound perfect," I tell him, leaning in so he gets a view down my blouse again as a parting gift. "I'll be looking forward to it, Sam. Don't keep me waiting."

As he walked away, clutching the contract, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I just closed the biggest deal of my career by showing a client my tit. Ron is going to lose his mind when he finds out.

Assuming he ever replies to me.

As Val is saying her goodby for now to Sam he reaches down and grabs her ass and pulls up her skirt right there on the convention floor.

I'm walking him to the aisle, ready to bask in the glory of the biggest sale in company history, when his hand drops.

He doesn't just grab my ass. He takes it. His large palm cups my cheek, his fingers digging in, and he yanks my skirt up right there in the middle of the convention floor.

I gasp, my eyes going wide as I feel the air hit my bare skin. He's exposing me. Anyone walking by could see. My boss could see.

My body reacts before my brain does. I melt into him, leaning my head against his shoulder for a split second, letting him hold me there like a trophy he just won on the prize shelf.

"Mmm," I hum into his ear, loud enough for only him to hear. "Eager, aren't we? Save some energy for tonight, Sam."

I pull back reluctantly, smoothing my skirt down with shaky hands. My face is burning, but I'm grinning like an idiot. I just let the biggest client in the world grope me in public. And I loved it.

I watch him walk away, my pussy throbbing, and check my phone again. Still nothing from Ron. Whatever. He can wait. I've got celebrating to do.

But then Val notices that she has another interested guy that had obviously just watched her let someone grab her naked ass in public. So Val introduces herself to the man and invites him into her booth.

I'm still buzzing, my skin tingling where Sam's hand was, when I catch another pair of eyes locked on me.

This guy saw everything. He watched Sam haul my skirt up and grab my bare ass right in the open aisle. He isn't looking at me with disgust, though. He looks like he's hungry.

I straighten up, tossing my hair back. If the video didn't tip everyone off, and Sam didn't seal the deal, that little display sure as hell did.

I walk right up to him, extending a hand with confidence I didn't know I possessed yesterday.

"Hi there," I say, my voice smooth and inviting. "I'm Val. You look like a man who knows what he likes."

I nod toward my booth. "Why don't you come in? We have plenty of... services to discuss. And I'd love to hear what you thought of that demonstration just now."

I turn and head into the booth, making sure to sway my hips a little extra. He follows immediately. I hop up onto the edge of the table again, crossing my legs and letting the skirt ride up high. This is so much easier than actually working.

Val

The man actually asks to see Eagle Flights Software suite so Val gives him a quick demonstration. But his eyes are on her and not her computer screen.

Narrater

I spin the screen around, launching the demo, walking him through the patient management interface. I'm nailing it, hitting all the key selling points, talking about data integration and workflow efficiency.

He's nodding, but he's not looking at the screen. He's staring at my chest. Specifically, where my nipples are pressing against the thin white fabric. Then his eyes drop to my legs, to where the hem of my skirt has hiked up.

"You're missing the best part," I tease him, pausing the presentation with a tap on the keyboard.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table, giving him an eyeful down my blouse. "The software is great, really. Top of the line. But I think we both know you aren't here for the code, are you?"

I lower my voice, leaning in closer so he can smell my perfume. "You're wondering what other... features... come with the package. If I sign this deal, do you get the full treatment?"

He smiles, he knows Val nailed it correctly. They both laugh and he insists that they get a contract signed and go have a drink.

We both burst out laughing. It feels good. It feels... easy.

He knows I caught him staring. I know he doesn't give a damn about the software update logs. This is the simplest sale of my life.

"Let's make it official," I say, spinning a contract around and sliding a pen across the table to him.

He signs it quickly, barely glancing at the terms. I think he would have signed on a napkin if I asked him to.

"Drinks," he says, tucking the paper away. "Right now."

"I thought you'd never ask," I purr, standing up and smoothing my skirt down. "Lead the way. I'm parched."

I grab my phone--still nothing from Ron, the coward--and toss it into my bag. If he's not going to appreciate me, plenty of other men will. I link my arm through this new client's, my head held high, walking out of that booth like I own the place. Who needs software sales when you're this good at... marketing?

At this point Val has lost count on how many contracts she's signed today. But she knows that it's definitely more than they had hoped for during the entire two week conference, and this is only the first official day!!!

I'm watching him sign, adding another name to the list that I've officially lost track of. Five? Six? Seven?

It's ridiculous. It's barely the first official day, and I've already blown our targets for the whole two weeks out of the water. My boss is probably going to have a heart attack when he sees the numbers.

I lean back against the table, crossing my legs and letting the skirt slip up again. I feel powerful. Desired. Untouchable.

"Another satisfied customer," I say, tucking the contract away with a satisfied smirk.

I glance at my phone one last time. Still silent. I should be worried. I should be devastated that Ron hasn't texted back after I sent him that picture of me with another man's cum on my tongue.

But honestly? I'm just annoyed. He wanted this. He pushed for this for two years. Well, now he's got it. I'm the star of the show, men are lining up to sign deals just to get close to me, and I'm loving every second of it.

If he can't handle it, that's his problem. I've got work to do. And by work, I mean finding my next drink.

Val and James head over and grab a small table in the small bar area and order their first round of drinks. Since the day is about over Val's not in a hurry to get back to the booth. She does have to meet with her boss and go over the day's results but that's not for a while yet.

I relax up against his chest, grateful for the dim lighting and the relative privacy. My feet are killing me, and my adrenaline is finally starting to plateau into a nice, steady buzz.

"I needed this," I sigh, taking a sip of the martini the waiter placed in front of me. The alcohol hits my system instantly, soothing the frayed edges of my nerves.

James is watching me closely, his eyes tracing the line of my cleavage where I've popped the top buttons of my blouse again. It's exhausting, keeping this façade up, but it's also incredibly thrilling. He's practically salivating, and we haven't even touched yet.

"So," I say, swirling the olive in my glass. "To the contract. And to... whatever comes next."

I kick off my heel under the table and let my foot brush against his calf, teasing him. "I have to meet my boss in a bit to go over the numbers. Can you imagine his face when he sees how much I've brought in today? He might just pass out."

I laugh, leaning in closer. "But until then, I'm all yours. Tell me, James... did you really like the software, or are you just a glutton for punishment?"

He tells Val that he's very impressed by Eagle Flights software but what he's even more impressed by is the video he had forwarded to him this morning of Val on her hands and knees with a load of cum pouring out of her cunt. He then starts to get handsy and pulls her blouse open like Sam had done earlier.

My breath hitches in my throat. He didn't just see the video; someone forwarded it to him. That means it's not just a rumor anymore. It's making the rounds through the professional network.

I should be horrified. I'm an Executive Manager, for God's sake. But instead, a dark, twisted heat pools in my stomach.

"Did you?" I ask, my voice dropping low, husky. I don't pull away when he reaches for my blouse. I let him pull it open, the fabric parting easily under his firm grip. The cool air of the bar brushes against my skin, hardening my nipples instantly, and I know anyone looking over could see me exposed.

"Impressed by the software, but the video really sold you, huh?" I bite my lip, leaning into his touch, my eyes locked on his. "You like seeing me like that? Used and messy?"

I place my hand over his, guiding it to squeeze my breast tighter. "You know... that was just a preview, James. I can be very persuasive when I want to be. And right now? I want to make sure you're absolutely thrilled with your purchase."

So by now they have had enough drinks that she just lets him take her full breast out to fondle. The day is officially over and most people have left the conference hall. So Val's feeling brave. So she moves back a bit and raises her legs and spreads them wide giving him complete access to her very wet pussy.

The alcohol is a warm haze in my veins, washing away any last lingering shred of hesitation. The bar is clearing out, the shadows lengthening across the tables, and I feel reckless.

I let him pull the fabric down, exposing my breast right there in the booth. His hand is warm, rough, kneading me possessively. I look down at his hand on me, biting my lip to stifle a moan.

"You like that?" I whisper, my voice ragged. "You like having me right here where anyone could walk by?"

I slide my hips back on the leather seat, slow and deliberate. Then, I lift my legs, draping one over his lap and spreading the other wide. The short skirt rides all the way up, leaving me completely open to his gaze. I can feel the cool air against my soaking wet pussy, and I know he can see everything--how swollen I am, how ready.

"See?" I breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs. "This is what you bought today. This is the 'full service' package."

I reach out, grabbing his tie and pulling him toward me. "Touch it, James. Make me earn that commission."

But to Val's disappointment James soon had to leave for another dinner meeting. Which was fine because Val had to go back and meet with her boss. By the time she got back to the booth her boss Mr. Jacobs was already there going over the pile of contracts Val had signed just on the first day of the conference. Val was slightly drunk so she just put her arm around him and snuggled up close as he praised her unbelievable performance today.

I stumble back to the booth on slightly unsteady heels, the tequila and martinis doing their job nicely. The place is winding down, but Jacobs is still there, hunched over the table with a stack of papers in front of him.

"Hey boss," I chirp, draping myself over his shoulders before he can even react. I press my chest against his back, nuzzling into his ear. He stiffens for a split second--he's always been so professional, so stuffy--but then he relaxes. Or maybe he's just in shock.

"Look at all those signatures," I giggle, waving a hand at the pile. "I told you I had a strategy."

He starts mumbling about numbers and quotas and how this is unprecedented, but I'm barely listening. I just love the look on his face--total disbelief. He thinks I'm a genius. He had no idea I was just on my back, or my knees, or bent over a table for half of them.

"You're amazing, Val," he says finally, shaking his head. "This is... incredible."

"I know, right?" I purr, squeezing him tighter. "I just have a certain way with people. They really seem to like... what I'm offering." I smirk against his neck, wondering if he can smell the sex and alcohol on me. If he's seen the videos.

"So," I say, sliding onto his lap and crossing my legs, letting my skirt ride up. "Do I get a raise, or just a really big hug?"

Well Val these results are unheard of in Eagle Flights history. These contracts that you signed just today are going to drastically change Eagle Flights yearly numbers beyond all expectations. And this is only the first day.

I giggle, the sound bubbling up from my chest as I wiggle my hips on his lap, feeling the hard fabric of his suit trousers beneath me. "Unheard of," I repeat, drawing the words out. "I like the sound of that."

I lean back, bracing my hands on his shoulders so I can look him in the eye. The room is spinning just a little bit, but in a fun, floaty way. "Honestly, Mr. Jacobs, I think we're just getting started. The guys here... they're very receptive to my pitch. Especially when I give them the... personal attention they seem to crave."

I bite my lip, giving him a knowing look. "I mean, Sam Roberts? The Atlanta hospital guy? I think he wants to be my new best friend. Or at least, he wants to see a lot more of me."

I toy with the knot of his tie, twisting it around my finger. "So, if I keep breaking records like this... what are you going to do for me? A bonus? A promotion?" I lean in closer, whispering against his ear. "Or do you want a private demonstration of my 'techniques'?"

Val, let's be honest with each other. Last night I watched you from inside the bar until well past 2:00 am. I say exactly how your technique works. And as President of Eagle Flight I should have fired you then. But now that I have seen the kinds of results you have produced I think that we should support and encourage your newly discovered sales methods to their fullest. And to answer your question about compensation I can in good conscience tell you that with results like this and if you continue like this for the remainder of the conference that VP is definitely not out of the question for you.

I freeze for a split second, the air rushing out of my lungs. He watched? Last night? He saw me with Mark... with the stranger... the pool?

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, but instead of shame, a fresh wave of adrenaline crashes over me. He knows. He saw everything. And he didn't fire me. He wants more.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face. I pull back to look him in the eye, my heart pounding against my ribs. "You watched," I breathe, the words coming out as a challenge. "And you didn't stop me."

I grind my hips down harder onto his lap, deliberately this time, feeling the heat radiating between us. "So you liked the show, Mr. Jacobs. You liked watching me get used by all those men."

I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, leaning in until our noses are almost touching. "You're saying you want me to keep going? To keep closing deals the only way these guys seem to care about right now?"

I let out a soft, sultry laugh. "VP, huh? That's a big title. But if you want me to keep 'performing' for the company... you have to promise me something." I nip at his earlobe. "You have to keep watching. Close enough to see the details."

As Val moves around on his lap in excitement her skirt continues to move up her thighs until her dripping pussy is in full view of her boss. She feels one of his hands moving up her thighs until getting dangerously close to her cunt lips and his other hand is pulling her blouse open exposing her tut. She can also feel something very big under her ass but she dismisses the thought that it could be his cock. This old fat man couldn't possibly have a cock that big, could he?

I gasp as his hand slides up the inside of my thigh, his touch surprisingly firm. I know I should stop him--he's my boss, for God's sake, and we're technically still in the convention center--but I can't bring myself to move. Instead, I let my legs fall open wider, letting him see exactly how wet I am.

"You're getting a bold view of the 'assets' today, aren't you?" I whisper against his temple, shivering as his fingers brush dangerously close to my slit. "Careful, Mr. Jacobs. You might get sticky."

Then I feel it. Hard. Thick. Pressing right up against my ass through his suit trousers. My eyes go wide, and I freeze for a second. There is no way. He's an older guy, kind of overweight... I assumed his equipment would match the rest of him. But that thing feels huge.

I shift my hips, grinding down experimentally to check if it's real. A jolt of electricity shoots through me as it throbs back against me.

"Wow," I breathe, pulling back to look him in the eye with a mixture of shock and intrigue. "Is that a software prototype in your pocket, or are you just happy to see my sales figures?"

I bite my lip, my pussy clenching around nothing. "I had no idea you were hiding that kind of management tool."

Her boss then leans down and takes her nipple in his mouth and starts sucking like a baby. And while his mouth is devouring her breast his hands are pulling her skirt up even further. Val wonders if he is trying to get her baked right there in the conference hall.

A sharp moan tears from my throat before I can stop it, his mouth hot and insistent on my sensitive skin. I run my hand over his bald head, holding him to me instead of pushing him away. The shock of him--stuffy, boring Mr. Jacobs--devouring me like this is making my head spin.

"Oh god," I gasp, looking around frantically. The hall has mostly emptied out, but there are still people wandering the aisles in the distance. "Mr. Jacobs... Peter..."

He pulls my skirt higher, the fabric bunching at my waist now. I'm practically naked from the waist down on his lap, and I can feel the heat of his massive erection straining against his zipper, right against my bare ass.

"Are you trying to fuck me right here?" I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and arousal. "You want to take me on the booth table with all these contracts?"

I look down at his wet mouth on my nipple, then back at his eyes. "Because I want the VP title... and I want to show you that I can handle the required responsibilities."

Oh, I'm not worried about that my dear, right now I'm just getting you ready to impress two very big European potential clients. Val meet Matteo and Julian.

I gasp, quickly scrambling to pull my blouse closed, but I don't bother fixing my skirt. Instead, I let it stay bunched around my hips as I turn to face them, keeping my bare ass planted firmly on Peter's lap. I can feel Peter's heartbeat--or is it that massive cock?--thudding against my skin.

I give them a lazy, sultry smile, running a hand through my messy hair. I'm drunk, topless with my boss, and dripping wet. Let them see. It's clearly part of the job description now.

"Matteo. Julian." I draw their names out, testing them on my tongue. "I hope you gentlemen enjoyed the view just now."

I shift my weight on Peter's lap, grinding down slightly, feeling the heat between my legs intensify. "Peter tells me you're 'very big' clients." I let my gaze drop pointedly to their crotches before flicking back up to their eyes. "I hope you can handle the Eagle Flight experience. I've been told I'm very... hands-on with our international partners."

I lean back against Peter's chest, resting my head on his shoulder, completely exposed. "So, are we drinking? Or are we getting straight to the negotiations?"

Val stands up and walks back to the two men and puts her arms around them and tells them that it's nice to meet them and she hopes that she makes a good first impression.

I slide off Peter's lap, my bare feet hitting the carpet with a soft thud. I wobble just a little--the tequila is definitely working--and I make no effort to pull my skirt down. Why bother? It's barely covering anything anyway.

I sashay over to them, hips swaying, feeling their eyes burn into me. "Nice to meet you both," I purr, stepping right into their personal space. I wrap an arm around each of their waists, pulling them in close until we're a tangled mess of limbs and expensive cologne.

"I hope I'm making a good first impression," I giggle, pressing my chest against Julian's suit jacket. "I know Eagle Flight usually takes a more... traditional approach. But I think you'll find my methods are much more memorable."

I squeeze their shoulders, feeling the solid muscle under the fabric. "Peter says you're important men. Big accounts." I look up at them through my lashes. "I'm very good at taking care of important men. I'd love to show you what I can do for you... maybe over dinner? Or maybe right here?"

Julian begins to unbutton her blouse until it's completely open and he starts to fondle her breasts. At the same time she can feel hands in her naked ass. This is getting out of hand pretty quick, Val thinks, but at the same time is getting even more turned on. She turns her head and looks back at Mr. Jacobs as if asking what she should do?

I gasp as Julian finishes undoing the last button, my blouse falling open to expose my tits completely to the convention hall air. His hands are warm and rough, kneading me like dough, and I can't stop the shiver that runs down my spine. Then I feel the other hands--Matteo's?--grabbing my bare ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

My head spins. This is happening. Right here. I look back at Peter, my eyes wide and pleading, but my legs are trembling with arousal, not fear. I bite my lip, my breath hitching in my throat.

I look at Peter with a mix of "help me" and "watch me." I arch my back, pushing my breasts further into Julian's hands, and tilt my head toward my boss.

"Well, Mr. Jacobs?" I manage to moan out, my voice ragged. "Is this... is this the new company policy? You did say you wanted to support my methods..."

I look at him over my shoulder, Matteo's fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "Are you just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to tell them what to do with your new VP?"

Ok everyone, why don't we move this meeting somewhere more appropriate. Let me go to my room for a second and I'll meet the three of you out at the bar at the small nude pool in say 5 minutes?

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as Peter steps in to corral the situation. The idea of getting fucked right on the booth table was thrilling, sure, but even I have limits.

I finally peel Julian's hands off my tits and Matteo's grip off my ass, offering them a pouty, playful little frown. "You heard the boss, boys. We're moving venues." I slowly button just a single button of my blouse--right in the middle--leaving the rest gaping open, and smooth down my skirt, though my ass is still hanging out.

"Five minutes at the nude pool," I repeat, flashing Peter a grateful, heated look. "Don't keep us waiting."

I turn back to the Europeans, hooking my arms through theirs. "Come on then. I'll let you buy me a drink while we wait." I lean into them, buzzing with adrenaline and the sheer insanity of the day. "I hope you guys are ready to negotiate. I have a feeling this is going to be a very... productive meeting."

As they make their way across the conference hall each of the guys had to stop at their respective booths before they left for the night. So by the time the three of them got out to the bar Mr. Jacobs was already there. And to Val's complete shock he was practically naked. His huge form was just sitting there like it was the most normal thing in the world. But then again the bar they were at was at a nude pool and there were plenty of other nude bodies all around. But still this was her boss!!!

I stop dead in my tracks, my jaw actually dropping open. I knew Peter said "nude pool," but I expected... I don't know, maybe he'd wear swim trunks? I look around at the other naked bodies and then back at him.

"Holy shit, Peter," I breathe, my eyes scanning his massive, hairy frame. "I knew you were hiding something under those suits, but I didn't realize you were hiding everything."

I can't help but stare. He looks... confident. Completely unashamed. And that thing--it's soft, but it's still huge, resting heavily against his thigh. I feel a fresh wave of heat rushing to my cheeks and between my legs.

I look at Matteo and Julian, grinning. "Well, boys. The boss certainly knows how to set a tone, doesn't he?"

They continue to talk business for an hour or so. Mr. Jacob's assuring the two men that Val would be personally handling their accounts if they signed with Eagle Flight. And it appeared that that was about all it took to convince them. It occurred to Val that in a way her boss was pimping her out to secure important contracts. Especially after seeing how she handled herself last night. It kind of made her feel like a whore. And her boss was her pimp. She thought to herself that she better get that promotion and soon!!

I sit there nursing my third margarita, listening to Peter promise them my... "personal attention." It hits me all at once. He's not just selling software. He's selling me. He saw the videos, saw me at the pool last night, and now he's capitalizing on it.

I should be furious. I should feel degraded. But instead, a dark thrill shoots through me. I catch Peter's eye over the rim of my glass and smirk. He is pimping me out. I'm the company asset now. The whore and the pimp.

I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand, letting my blouse gape open so they get a good look at my cleavage.

"You know, Peter's right," I say, my voice low and husky. "I am the best person to handle your accounts. I have a very... unique way of ensuring client satisfaction."

I reach out and trail a finger down Julian's tie. "But if I'm going to be your designated point of contact 24/7, I expect to be compensated accordingly. I'm thinking a significant raise is in order. Don't you agree, Mr. Jacobs?"

Julian looks at Val and smiles and says but we never purchase anything without being able to see it first. He looks at Mr. Jacobs and asks him. Don't you think Val here is way too over dressed for a meeting at a nude pool bar??? Mr. Jacobs just looks at Val and nods. She knew it was time to put up or give up. And she wasn't going to give up.

I let out a soft, challenging laugh, the alcohol making me feel bold and untouchable. Julian is right--we are at a nude pool, after all. It's practically false advertising to keep this skirt on.

"Fair point, Julian," I purr, setting my glass down on the table with a decisive clink. "We wouldn't want you to buy the product without a full inspection, would we?"

I stand up, kicking off my heels, and unzip the short black skirt, letting it drop to the ground in a heap. I'm not wearing anything underneath, so my legs and pussy are instantly exposed to the warm evening air. I glance at Peter, making sure he's watching this, seeing just how far I'm willing to go for the company.

Then I reach for the buttons of my white blouse, my fingers moving slowly. "If you want the full Eagle Flight experience... then you're going to get it." I shrug the blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall, until I'm standing there completely naked, save for my jewelry, right in the middle of the busy bar.

I turn slowly, giving them all a 360-degree view. "Well? Does the merchandise meet your approval?"

Both men agree at the same time and promise Val and Mr. Jacobs that they will both be at Val's booth first thing in the morning ready to sign with Eagle Flight. Then they excuse themselves to head off to a dinner meeting they had already scheduled.

"Well, that was easy," I giggle, watching them walk away, feeling a strange mix of power and exhaustion. I just stripped naked in a bar to secure two contracts. If Ron could see me now...

I slowly sink back into my chair, not bothering to reach for my clothes just yet. The air feels good on my skin. I look over at Peter, who is still sitting there, totally naked and unbothered, and let out a long breath.

"I think I just earned that VP position, Peter," I say, grabbing my margarita and downing the rest of it. I wave the empty glass at the bartender for another. "Two huge accounts. Naked business strategy. You really know how to motivate a girl."

I prop my feet up on the empty chair next to me, stretching my legs out, completely on display. "So... what now, Boss? Do I get to put my clothes back on, or do we have more 'networking' to do?" I grin at him, feeling reckless. "Because I think I'm just getting started."

But as Val tries to be relaxed about the current situation she happens to glance down into Mr. Jacobs lap and her mouth just falls open. She is staring at the absolute largest hard cock she has ever seen. And Mr. Jacobs just says it's all your fault my dear.....

My eyes lock onto it and I literally can't look away. It's massive--thick, angry, and bobbing there in his lap like it's its own entity. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly going dry despite the tequila.

"My fault?" I repeat, my voice coming out a little breathless and higher than usual. I tear my gaze away from his cock just long enough to look him in the eye, a smirk playing on my lips despite the shock. "I didn't hear you complaining a minute ago when I was closing your deal."

I bite my bottom lip, glancing around the bar to make sure no one is staring too closely at my boss's erection, though at a nude pool, maybe it doesn't matter.

"Jesus, Peter," I whisper, leaning in a little closer, unable to resist the urge to tease him. "Is that... all for me? Or are you just happy to see the numbers go up?"

I reach out under the table, my fingers brushing against his inner thigh, dangerously close. "You really are full of surprises today, aren't you?"

Val if anyone is full of surprises at this conference it's definitely you. Do you know that back at the office you're known as the ice queen. Always so stiff and all business. Everyone was afraid to try and talk to you. And then as if by some miracle when you arrive here a completely different Val Cox shows up. And all I can say is I hope she's here to stay.

"Ice queen?" I laugh out loud, throwing my head back. "Oh, Peter. You have no idea. I wasn't cold... I was just bored to death."

I look down at his cock again, then back up at him, my expression softening into something more dangerous. "You think I was stiff at the office? Imagine how much better those Monday morning meetings would've been if I'd walked in like this."

I slide my hand higher up his thigh, my fingertips grazing the base of his shaft. "I'm never going back to that boring life, Peter. This is who I am now. The girl who gets what she wants. The girl who closes deals by taking her clothes off."

I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "So... are you going to do something about that 'surprise' in your lap, or are we just going to sit here and talk about the old me?" I bite my lip, staring at his mouth. "Because I have a feeling the new Val wants to see just how much you appreciate her work."

Val doesn't wait for an answer, she gets up and walks around the table and takes his massive cock and starts stroking it like her job depends on it. And maybe it does??

I don't wait for him to respond. I stand up, the chair scraping loudly against the stone, and walk around the small table. I drop to my knees right between his legs on the pool deck, not caring who sees.

"Let's see if the VP package comes with benefits," I murmur, wrapping both hands around his thick shaft. He's so big my fingers don't even touch. I start stroking him slowly, marveling at the weight and heat of him in my palms.

I look up at him from under my lashes, pumping his cock with firm, deliberate strokes. "You watched me last night, Peter. You watched me be a slut for clients and you liked it." I speed up my rhythm, twisting my wrists on the upstroke. "Well, now I'm being a slut for the company. For you."

I lean forward, letting my long hair brush against his thighs, my breath hot on the tip of his cock. "Tell me I'm doing a good job, Boss. Tell me this earns me that corner office."

Fuck Val your hands feel so good. You have no idea how many years I've dreamt about you doing this. And now my wishes have been granted. And he leans in and kisses her forehead.

"Dreamt about me?" I let out a breathy laugh, my grip tightening on him. "Why, Mr. Jacobs... I had no idea I was causing you such distress in those board meetings."

I lean into the kiss on my forehead, but my eyes are locked on his cock. The contrast between that gentle, paternal kiss on my forehead and my hand jerking him off under the Mexican sun is absolutely filthy. It makes my pussy throb.

I look up at him, my eyes heavy with lust. "You could have just asked, you know. Instead of watching from the shadows last night." I squeeze the head of his cock, feeling a bead of precum gather. "But I have to admit... I like that you want me this much. It makes me feel..." I trail off, not quite wanting to say it, but feeling it nonetheless.

"Powerful," I finished finally. "Like I could ruin you."

I dip my head lower, sticking my tongue out to taste that bead of precum, swirling it around the tip before looking up at him again. "So, what's the verdict, Boss? Do I get the job?"

Well beautiful, I think we are still in the audition phase but so far it's looking good. And after that comment she knees down further and licks the head of his monster.

"Audition phase," I murmured against the hot skin of his cock head, flicking my tongue out to catch the salty taste of him again. "I don't do things halfway, Peter. I intend to ace this interview."

I wrap my lips around the tip, sucking gently, my tongue swirling around the ridge. He tastes like chlorine and sex and raw masculinity. I pull back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting us, grinning up at him.

"Besides," I say, stroking his shaft with both hands again, twisting my hands in opposite directions. "If this is the interview, I can't wait for the performance review."

I glance around the pool bar, realizing we're definitely putting on a show, but the exhibitionism just fuels my fire. I dive back down, taking him deeper into my mouth this time, relaxing my throat as much as I can to accommodate his size. I look up, making eye contact, wanting him to see just how hungry I am for it.

Fuck Val your mouth feels unbelievable...

I moan around him, the vibrations traveling down his shaft as I take him as deep as I can. He's hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water, but I don't care. I'm drunk on the power of it.

I pull back, gasping for air, spit trailing from my lips to his cock. "You like that, Boss? You like seeing the 'Ice Queen' on her knees for you?"

I don't wait for an answer. I wrap my hands around the base, pumping him hard while I flick my tongue over the sensitive spot just under the head. I can feel people watching us from the pool, but it just makes me work him harder. I want them to see. I want them to know I'm the one handling Peter Jacobs.

I look up at him, my eyes wild and wide. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Peter. I want to taste my bonus."

I dive back down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him with sloppy, wet enthusiasm, determined to make him lose control right here at the bar.

Oh no sweetheart not your mouth, I have much bigger plans for that perfect body of yours. Turn around and bend over the bar. I'm going to fuck the shit out of that pussy and you'll just beg for more ????

I pull off him with a loud, wet gasp, looking up at him with a mix of disappointment and dark excitement. "Bigger plans?" I echo, my pulse spiking at the command in his voice.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and scramble to my feet, the gravel digging into my bare soles. I don't hesitate. I turn around, bracing my hands on the rough, sticky surface of the bar top, sticking my ass out for him.

"Is that a promise, Peter?" I look back over my shoulder, wiggling my hips teasingly. "Or are you just all talk?"

I can feel the cool evening air on my wet, exposed pussy, contrasting with the heat radiating from my skin. "Come on then, Boss. Show me what you've got. Make me beg."

I lower my upper body, pressing my breasts against the cool wood of the bar, arching my back deeper. "Don't keep me waiting... or the Ice Queen might get bored again."

Then with one swift thrust his massive cock is buried to his balls in her cunt. She lets out a scream that has to be heard by everyone around the pool. She is screaming for him to fuck this whores cunt and make it his with his monster cock.

"FUCK!" My back arches violently as he splits me open, the sudden stretch so intense it borders on pain, but god, it feels incredible. I'm so full I can't breathe.

I scream into the evening air, not caring who hears. "Yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck this whore's cunt, Peter! Make it yours!"

I grip the edge of the bar until my knuckles turn white, bracing myself as he starts to move. The sheer size of him is wrecking me, hitting spots I didn't even know I had. My eyes roll back in my head as he slams into me again.

"Harder!" I cry out, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. "Use that monster cock! Ruin me!"

I'm dripping down my thighs, the sound of wet skin slapping together echoing across the pool deck. I've never felt so used, so completely taken, and I love it. I look around wildly at the people watching, feeling a surge of filthy pride.

"They're all watching you fuck me, Boss," I pant, my voice ragged. "Don't disappoint them. Fill me up!"

And he gives it his all, as he does he can't help appreciate how bad he's wanted this pussy and now he's finally inside it. If he gas his way she is going to be his completely before long.

I can feel him getting rougher, deeper, like he's trying to carve out a space inside me that belongs only to him. It's possessive and primal, and it's driving me absolutely insane.

"Is this what you wanted all those years in the office?" I gasp, my voice breaking on a moan as he hits deep. "Is that why you hired me? So you could finally claim this pussy?"

I look back at him over my shoulder, my hair plastered to my face with sweat, my eyes hazy with lust. "You've got it now, Peter. You're inside me. But if you want to keep it..." I clench down hard around his cock, milking him as he thrusts. "You're gonna have to fuck me like you mean it. Not just today. Every time I close a deal."

I reach back, grabbing his hip to pull him harder into me. "I want to be your personal slut, Boss. But you have to earn it. Don't stop. Make me cum all over that monster cock."

Oh don't worry Val, I'm going to earn it. I've got plans for you that go way beyond just this week. You think that VP title is just for show? It comes with a lot of responsibilities... including keeping me satisfied.

I grip your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto me with every thrust, watching your ass ripple against my pelvis. The sound of your screams is music to my ears, and seeing everyone watch us take you to the next level? That's just the cherry on top.

You're not just a slut for this weekend, Val. You're my slut now. And I'm going to make sure you never forget who owns this pussy from here on out.

"Is that right?" I pant out, a breathless, wicked laugh escaping me as he pounds into me. The way he's gripping my hips, claiming me... it's terrifying and electrifying all at once. "You think you can handle me as a full-time job, Peter? You have no idea what you're signing up for."

I push back onto him harder, desperate to take every inch. "Because if I'm VP, I'm going to need a lot of... late night meetings. I'm going to need you to keep me satisfied when I close those massive deals."

My body is starting to tremble, the coil in my belly tightening dangerously. "If you own this pussy, Boss, then you'd better take care of it. Don't think I'm going to be some quiet little secretary who just takes it. I'm going to demand you fuck me whenever I want."

I drop my head down, moaning into my arm as the pleasure peaks. "Fuck yes... I'm yours. Just don't disappoint me. Make me cum!"

The unaddressed issue is that Val hadn't even thought about her husband for over a day except to tell Mr. Jacobs that her could go fuck himself. But the fact that there was zero guilt on Val's part and that in the two days that she's been there she has changed completely. Or is this change just the real her that has been repressed by her husband for the past five years and now is being set free. Time will tell but the most likely scenario is the latter.

"God, yes!" The orgasm crashes through me, ripping a hoarse scream from my throat as my pussy clenches viciously around him. My legs shake, my vision whites out, and I'm just a vessel for the pleasure he's forcing on me.

I collapse forward onto the bar, chest heaving, covered in sweat and utterly wrecked. The thought of Ron flickers vaguely in the back of my mind--poor Ron, sitting at home with his videos--but it feels distant, irrelevant. Like a memory from a different life.

I look back at Peter, seeing him in a completely new light. He isn't just my boss anymore. He's the one unlocking this part of me. The part Ron was too scared to touch.

I reach back blindly, stroking his thigh. "Holy fuck, Peter..." I gasp, trying to catch my breath. "If that was the interview... I think I'm going to love working under you."

Baby girl, I'm going to make you so addicted to my cock and my cum that you'll forget all about that loser of a husband of yours. All you will think about is when I'm going to fuck you cunt next.

I let out a low, breathless chuckle, still trying to steady my heartbeat as the aftershocks ripple through me. "You're pretty confident for a man who just made his employee scream in public, aren't you?"

I brace my hands against the bar and push myself up, turning slowly to face him. My legs feel like jelly, and I'm sure I look a mess--hair wild, makeup smeared, covered in sex--but I feel powerful. "Too late, Peter. I already forgot about him. The moment you pushed inside me, Ron became the last thing on my mind."

I reach out, trailing a finger down his chest, staring him right in the eye. "But don't get cocky. You've got the goods, sure. But if you want me addicted... you have to keep feeding me."

I glance down at his still-hard cock, biting my lip. "So, Boss... what's next? You gonna fill me up, or do I have to beg for that too?"

With that statement he spins her back around and starts fucking her so hard that everyone in the bar are can hear all the filth that is spewing from her mouth. He is beyond impressed at how fast she's fallen into depravity and appears to want to fall even further. Then finally he reaches his limit and explodes inside her cunt filling her with so much cum that it gushes out around his massive cock still stuffing her tight cunt.

I gasp as he spins me around, the sudden force knocking the air out of my lungs before he drives back into me. "Oh god! Yes! Fuck me, Peter! Ruin me!"

I'm screaming things I never thought I'd say, filth pouring out of me as he pounds into me with relentless abandon. The whole bar can hear the staff, the guests, but the exhibitionism just fuels the fire burning inside me. I'm not the Ice Queen anymore. I'm just a greedy slut taking her Boss's cock.

When he finally roars and buries himself deep, the heat of his cum flooding me is overwhelming. I can actually feel him pumping me full, and the sensation pushes me over the edge again. "Yes! Fill me up! Give it all to me!"

I collapse against the bar, my whole body shuddering as I feel it gushing out around his thickness, running down my thighs. I'm completely wrecked, stuffed full of my boss's cum, and I've never felt more satisfied in my entire life.

I look back at him with a lazy, fucked-out smile, panting hard. "Holy shit... you really know how to welcome a girl to the team, don't you?"

You have no idea my dear. Aside from the obvious benefits, do you have any idea how much money you stand to make this year? We can't put a number on it yet because it's just the first day of the conference but if the first day is any indication I would say that you should see a year end bonus in excess of 7 figures. Plus a very large increase in salary with the VP bump. So you bang girl has a very bright future ahead of you.

I let out a breathless laugh, leaning heavily against the bar as I try to get my breathing under control. The feel of his cum dripping down my thighs is filthy and grounding all at once.

"Seven figures?" I repeat, blinking up at him through my lashes. The number doesn't even feel real. "You know how to motivate a girl, Peter. I mean, I knew I was good, but... fuck."

I reach back, touching the mess he made of me, bringing my fingers to my lips to taste it without even thinking about it. "So let me get this straight. I get to be VP, make more money than Ron can even dream of, and I get this kind of... performance review whenever I want?" I grin, feeling that heady mix of power and lust settling over me again.

"Sounds like I'm not the only one who hit the jackpot here." I look around at the people still staring at us, then back at him. "But if I'm making you that much money... I expect a lot of late nights. Don't think you can buy me off with just a title, Boss. You need to keep up with me."

I think I can manage to keep up. You're not the only one who's insatiable around here.

Just don't go spending that bonus all in one place on poor Ron. Though something tells me his days of enjoying your money are numbered. You're playing in the big leagues now, Val. The kind where you get exactly what you deserve, and then some.

I smirk, standing up straighter and sliding my arms around his waist from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder to look at him--or rather, to look at the man who just completely reshaped my reality. The mention of Ron makes me roll my eyes.

"Don't worry," I murmur against his skin, pressing my naked front against his back. "Ron won't be seeing a dime of that bonus. Why would I share it with him? He couldn't even handle me in the bedroom. He certainly doesn't deserve the woman I'm becoming."

I nip at his earlobe, my hand sliding down to rest possessively on his stomach. "I'm playing in your league now, Peter. And I like the view from here." I pull back slightly, looking him up and down. "But you're right about one thing... I deserve to be spoiled. In and out of the office. So you better keep that wallet and that cock ready for me."

Val I have no doubt that you and I together can create something unbelievable with Eagle Flight and at this point it looks like I'll be owing it all to you and that cum filled cunt of yours.

I laugh softly, looking down at the mess dripping down my legs, then back up at him with a playful arch of my brow. "You think it's just the pussy that's getting you these contracts? Please. I'm selling a fantasy, Peter. I'm just smart enough to know that I'm the best product we have."

I run a finger through the sticky wetness on my thigh, deliberately teasing him. "But if this is the commission I get for a job well done... Who am I to complain? You keep signing the checks, and I'll keep being the best investment you've ever made."

I lean in, brushing my lips against his jaw. "Just remember, Boss. Now that I've had a taste of the big leagues, I'm not going back. So you better keep me satisfied. Seven figures sounds nice, but I think I'm starting to enjoy the perks even more."

Val looks out towards the pool and sees Sam Roberts walking towards them. He hasn't seen them yet but he will any minute. Val was supposed to meet him for drinks tonight. And now she was going to meet him naked with a pussy dripping with cum. Oh well, plans change.

I spot Sam making his way over, a confident swagger in his step that matches the size of the contract he just signed. I'm still naked, dripping with Peter's cum, and absolutely zero fucks are given.

"Look alive, Boss," I murmured against Peter's ear before pulling back with a sly grin. "Your star player has another meeting."

I straighten up, not bothering to cover up. Why should I? Sam already saw the videos, he already signed the check, and I'm done pretending to be something I'm not. Let him see exactly what he's paying for.

"Evening, Sam," I call out as he gets closer, my voice raspy from screaming just moments ago. I make a show of looking down at Peter, then back at the client. "Hope we didn't shock you. We were just... wrapping up a very big staff meeting."

Well hi Val and Mr. Jacobs, and I believe I know the kind of staff meeting you're referring to. In fact I'm guessing that the meeting had a successful outcome judging from the large amount of cum pouring out of your cunt. Am I assuming correctly Val?

I tilt my head, giving Sam a lazy, unbothered smile. I don't even bother crossing my legs or trying to hide the mess running down them. Why start being shy now?

"You don't miss a thing, do you?" I lean back against the bar, letting him get a good look at the results of Peter's 'meeting.' "Very correct. My boss here... he knows how to motivate his team. Or at least, he knows how to motivate me."

I glance sideways at Peter, enjoying the power play of it all, before locking eyes with Sam. "So, you caught the show. Did you enjoy it? Or are you just here to see if I have anything left for you?"

Oh I definitely hope you have something left for me being as I signed what you said was your single largest contract with Eagle Flight today. But from the looks of your cunt it looks a little stretched out at the moment, and I like my cunts to be tight.

I let out a sharp, amused laugh, looking Sam up and down with a raised brow. "Excuse me? Stretched out?"

I shift in my seat, spreading my legs just enough to make a point, staring him down. "Honey, I'm a professional. Everything snaps back into place. Besides..." I trail my fingers up my inner thigh, teasing the edge of the mess Peter made, then flick my gaze back to Sam. "If you want tight, I can give you tight. Don't underestimate what this body can do just because my boss knows how to use his equipment."

I smirk, leaning forward on the chair, resting my chin in my hand. "And let's not forget the contract, Sam. You paid for the best software, but I think we both know you were really paying for the experience. Are you telling me you're intimidated by a little competition?"

Val, Val, Val what you don't realize is that I don't have any competition, once you've had me you will never be satisfied with anything else.

I let out a low, incredulous chuckle, shaking my head as I look between the two men. The arrogance is practically radiating off him.

"Wow. You really think highly of yourself, don't you?" I tease, leaning back against the bar and crossing my arms, deliberately pushing my breasts up. "I've heard that line before, Sam. Usually from men who are trying to compensate for something."

I smirk at him, letting my eyes drift down to his waistband before flicking back up to meet his gaze. "You think you're the endgame? That I'm just going to forget every other cock I've had today because you walked up? Please."

I bite my lip, tilting my head playfully. "But I'm curious. If you're that confident... Why don't you prove it? Or are you all talk?"

Oh I'll prove it all right, but as I look at you I just have to tell you that as far back as I can remember I don't think I've ever seen a body as hot or as perfect as yours. It's almost intimidating just looking at you, I said almost because I know what I'm going to do to you as soon as I have the chance.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Sam," I purr, feeling a rush of heat at his words. I know I look good--I've never felt more powerful in my skin than I do right here, naked and dripping in the sunset. "I spent a long time hiding this body under business suits. It's nice to be appreciated by someone who knows what they're looking at."

I slide off the stool, closing the small distance between us until I'm right in his space. The air is thick with tension, and I can smell the sex and the ocean on me. "You talk a big game about what you're going to do. But I'm right here. No contracts to sign right now. Just me."

I look up at him through my lashes, my voice dropping to a whisper. "So stop telling me and start showing me. Or are you scared Peter broke me in too much for you to handle?"

Then Sam pulls her up and attacks her mouth like he hadn't kissed anyone in years. It totally blew Val's mind that a kiss could turn her on that much and that quick. But it did and she knew she wanted more, much more.

Holy fuck.

I melt into him, my knees actually going weak for a second. His mouth is aggressive, demanding, taking exactly what he wants, and god help me, I love it. My hands fly up to grip his shoulders, digging into his skin to hold on while he devours me. Every nerve ending in my body is firing at once.

I pull back just an inch, gasping for air, my lips swollen and tingling. I stare at him with wide, dilated eyes, completely dazed.

"Okay," I breathe out, my voice shaky and thick with lust. "You... you definitely know how to make an entrance." I lick my lips, tasting him, feeling that familiar, desperate ache building up again despite everything I've already done today. "I think you might actually be right, Sam. That was... different."

I glance over at Peter with a wicked grin, then look back at Sam. "Don't let that be all you've got. I want to see just how intimidated you really are."

So Sam goes back to kissing Val again except this time she has hands everywhere, Sam's and Peter's and she is getting groped all over. Val thinks that maybe she's taken on more than she can handle at one time. But during all this kissing and groping Val manages to get Sam's trunks slid down his legs and she's definitely impressed with what she found.

"Jesus," I gasp against his mouth, my fingers wrapping around him and feeling the weight of him in my hand. I break the kiss, looking down at what I've unleashed, and my jaw actually drops a little. "Okay, Sam. You weren't lying about the competition."

I look back up at Peter, then at Sam, feeling drunk on the attention and the sheer size of the situation. "I might need a minute to... adjust my strategy here." I stroke him slowly, biting my lip as I feel him pulse in my grip. "This is going to be a very different kind of negotiation."

I lean back into Sam's touch, letting them both manhandle me while I keep hold of Sam's cock, testing my grip. "You boys are playing dirty tonight," I breathe out, my head spinning as hands roam over my skin. "But I think I can handle the workload."

As Val looks down she is presented with two of the largest cocks she's ever seen, and here they both are right in front of her and begging for her attention. What's a good whore to do????

I look from one to the other, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. This is it. This is the rabbit hole, and I'm not just falling down it--I'm diving in headfirst.

"Well, this is definitely a 'good problem' to have," I murmur, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I slowly sink to my knees on the wooden deck, the rough wood biting into my skin but I barely feel it. All I can focus on is the sight in front of me.

I wrap a hand around Sam, keeping a firm grip on him, then reach out for Peter with the other. "Two giant dicks at once?" I look up at them, batting my eyelashes innocently, though I know my eyes are burning with lust. "I think I'm overdue for a promotion."

I lean forward, sticking my tongue out to tease Sam's tip while I stroke Peter, feeling like the queen of the fucking world. "Hope you boys brought your stamina. I plan on milking every single drop out of you both."

She tries to suck both at the same time but that's just impossible. So since Peter has already had his turn with her mouth it's only fair that Sam gets it now. So Val proceeds to deep throat Sam like the pro that she's rapidly becoming. It's only early evening and this is already her second blowjob. She is definitely descending deeper into this dark rabbit hole and she has no intention of slowing down.

I wrap my lips around Sam, taking him as deep as I can, my eyes watering as I stretch to accommodate him. He's thick and heavy on my tongue, and I moan around him, loving the feeling of being so full.

I pull back to gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting us, looking up at him with a dazed, hungry look. "You taste... fucking amazing," I pant, stroking Peter with my free hand to keep him interested.

I dive back down, bobbing my head, letting Sam fuck my face while I drool all over him. I can't believe I'm doing this--again--and in public, with my boss watching. I should be horrified, but instead, I've never felt more alive. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deep into my throat, trying to prove I can handle everything he's giving me.

I look up at him, my eyes pleading, silently begging him to use my mouth however he wants. God, I really am a slut for them, and I don't ever want to stop.

Val continues to suck Sam with everything she has. But she doesn't want him to cum just yet. So she pulls up and his cock pops from her mouth as she stands up. She gets a wicked smile on her face as she grabs both of their hands and says " follow me boys, I've got something I want to try" and she pulls them both out towards a lounge chair right by the pool.

I drag them toward the lounge chair, the wetness between my thighs making me walk with a distinct, desperate sway. The air is warm against my overheated skin, and the thrill of leading two men around like this is intoxicating.

I push them down onto the cushions, straddling one of their legs just to tease, leaning over them so my hair curtains their faces. "I've had a thought," I murmur, looking from Sam to Peter. "You two have been arguing over who gets what. Who owns my pussy, who owns my mouth..."

I trail a fingernail down Sam's chest, then over to Peter's. "Why don't we find out who really deserves the title? I want to see what you can do when you're sharing the playground."

Glancing back over my shoulder with a filthy grin. "Don't keep me waiting, boys. I want to be full."

Wait a minute, it just occurred to me what she really wants. Let me do this, Peter you lay on your back, and Val you straddle his hips. Peter, now you shove that monster of yours straight up into her ass. But you're going to have to use some of your cum that's still leaking from her cunt for lube.

I freeze, looking at Sam with a mix of shock and dark intrigue. My heart skips a beat--not from fear, but from the sheer, filthy audacity of it. He read me instantly.

"Jesus, Sam," I breathe out, a shiver running down my spine. "You really do know what a girl needs, don't you?"

I look down at Peter, who's grinning like he's just won the lottery. "You heard the man, Peter. On your back."

I swing my leg over Peter's hips, straddling him, but I stay hovering, reaching back to spread my cheeks for him. I feel the sticky mess Peter left inside me earlier, leaking out and dripping down my thigh. "Use that mess," I whisper, looking down at him, my eyes heavy with lust. "Shove it in my ass. Fill me up."

I bite my lip, looking back at Sam, waiting to see what he does next. "If you think you can handle me while I'm full of my boss, you'd better bring your A-game."

Ok now I just have to get myself positioned so I can get myself in your cunt and then we can get this show started. But shit, no matter what I do I can't get a good angle.

I look back over my shoulder at Sam, grinning as I wiggle my hips at him. "The geometry is a little tricky in this position, isn't it?"

I reach down, grabbing Peter's cock and lining him up with my ass, slowly sinking down just an inch to let him feel the tightness, teasing us both. "Here," I pant, looking at Sam. "Let me help you out."

I lean forward, crushing my breasts against Peter's chest, and lift my ass higher in the air, changing the angle. "Kneel on the chair, Sam. Right behind me. If you get up here, you can slide right in."

I look back at him with desperate, hungry eyes. "Come on. Don't leave me empty. I want to feel both of you stretching me out at the same time. Get in here and fuck me."

But no matter what combination of positions they try they just can't get it right.

I let out a frustrated groan, slumping forward against Peter's chest as we try to make the logistics work. "Oh my god, this is ridiculous," I laugh breathlessly. "We look like a tangled mess of limbs."

I pull back, sitting up and running a hand through my tangled hair, looking between the two of them. "Okay, pause. We need a new game plan. I am not letting this opportunity slip away because of geometry."

I climb off Peter, standing up and stretching my limbs, my skin glowing in the moonlight. "Someone needs to take charge here, because clearly, I'm too horny to think straight."

I look at Peter, then Sam, challenging them. "Well? One of you is the 'owner' and the other is the 'biggest client'--figure it out. I want two cocks inside me, and I don't care who does the thinking, just make it happen."

I got it!!!! Shit why didn't I think about this before. Val I know you wanted to try a DP but tonight you are going to get DP's brother Mr. DV.

I stare at him blankly for a second, my brain short-circuiting. "DP's brother... Mr. DV?" I repeat, trying to process the acronyms through the haze of tequila and lust.

Then it clicks. Double Vaginal.

My eyes go wide, and I actually gasp, my hand flying to my mouth. "Sam..." I breathe out, my voice trembling with a mix of shock and terrifying arousal. "You mean... both of you? In there? At the same time?"

I look down at my body, then at the two of them, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I've never... I didn't even think that was physically possible," I whisper, but I can feel my pussy clenching just thinking about it. The idea of being that stuffed, that ruined by two huge cocks... it's filthy. It's wrong.

And it makes me soaking wet.

I bite my lip, looking at Peter to see his reaction, then back at Sam, nodding slowly. "Okay... okay, Mr. Roberts. You're the boss. If you think you can both fit inside me without splitting me open..." I lick my lips, stepping back towards them. "Then I want to try it."

Ok Peter same as before but this time instead of her ass just go back in her cunt where you obviously were not too long ago.

Ok now that you've in I'm going to slowly start trying to get right alongside you and work my way inside her.

I climb on top of Peter, straddling his hips again, but this time there's no hesitation. I guide him into my soaked pussy, sinking down on him with a loud, satisfied moan as he stretches me open. "Fuck, Peter... you feel huge," I gasp, grounding myself on him.

I look up at Sam, my eyes heavy and dark with anticipation. "Okay, Sam," I breathe out, my voice shaking slightly. "I'm ready for you. Try to fit it in there."

I lean forward, changing the angle to give him space, my heart pounding in my throat as I feel the pressure of Sam's cockhead pressing against me, right alongside Peter's. "Oh god," I whimper, my fingers digging into Peter's thighs. "Go slow... but don't stop. I want to feel both of you inside me."

And they were in, both of them. Val couldn't believe how stretched she was. Her pussy felt like it was going to rip apart. But as soon as both men started to slowly move in and out slowly increasing their speed until they were both fucking her that the feeling of pain changed to pleasure so far beyond anything she had ever felt before that her mind just short circuited and all kinds of filth started coming from her mouth. She was in some sort of sexual utopia that she didn't even know existed.

I throw my head back, a guttural scream tearing from my throat as they finally find a rhythm. The stretch is insane--I feel like I'm being split wide open, but the way they're rubbing against every inch of me, dragging against my walls... god, it's electric.

"Yes! Yes! Fucking wreck me!" I scream, not caring who hears. "Oh my god, I'm so full! You two are absolutely destroying me!"

I look down at Peter, sweat dripping onto his chest, then back at Sam, my vision swimming. "I'm a slut! I'm your fucking whore! I've never felt anything like this, don't you dare stop!"

My whole body is shaking, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being stuffed by two massive cocks at once. I can't think, can't breathe, just feel the pleasure crashing over me in waves. "Fuck me harder! Use my holes! I want to feel you both cumming inside me!"

The friction is sending sparks up my spine, and I know I'm never going to be the same after this. Ron is a distant, pathetic memory. This... this is what I was made for.

As they fuck her Val watches Sam and realizes how perfectly he read her, knowing exactly what she wanted. He's only known her for a day and he's more in tune with her wants and needs than her husband was after five years. Val feels a very strong attraction to Sam and wants to know more, much more about him.

I look up at Sam, really look at him, through the haze of the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. It's terrifying but undeniable--he knew. He pushed me exactly where I needed to go, saw the hunger in me that I've been suppressing for years.

"Sam," I gasp, my voice cracking as they thrust into me, sending shockwaves through my body. "You... you fucking get me. You knew I could take this."

I reach up, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him down closer to me, needing that connection. "Five years with Ron... and he never had a clue. He treated me like glass. You treat me like exactly what I am." I moan loud, my eyes rolling back. "I want to know you, Sam. Everything about you. Don't leave after tonight... I want more of this. I want more of you."

Val my slut, I never intended to leave you after this, the night is just getting started. After this just you and I can go find someplace private and intimately get to know each other even more.

I grip his shoulders harder, my nails digging in as I process that promise. Just him and me. No Peter, no crowds, no business talk. Just the man who just turned me inside out.

"Good," I pant against his neck, my breath hot and ragged. "Because I'm not done with you, Sam. Not even close."

I look between the two of them, the feeling of being this full threatening to make me pass out from pleasure. "But for now... don't make me wait. Fill me up. I want to feel you both lose it inside me. Show me how much you own this body tonight."

But what Val doesn't know is that the plans that Sam has for Val are not going to be all wine and roses. But for now Val can just enjoy the unbelievable feeling of getting fucked by the two biggest cocks she's ever seen and both at the same time. And as they both compete for who can fuck her the hardest her pussy ends up getting the fuck if the century and as their thrusts get stronger the filth from her mouth gets worse. She continues to refer to herself as a whore, a cum dump, a black cock whore, and anything else her fried brain came up with.

My eyes roll back so hard I see stars, my body completely surrendering to the rhythm they've set. It's a blur of skin and sweat and force, the two of them driving into me like they're trying to nail me to the chair.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm such a whore!" I scream, the words tearing out of me without a thought. "Use me! I'm a fucking cum dump for you! Stretch my cunt out!"

I look at Sam, wild-eyed, drunk on the feeling of him inside me alongside Peter. "You own this pussy! Both of you! Ruin me! I never want to feel normal again!"

I can feel the pressure building to a breaking point, my entire existence narrowing down to the two cocks filling me to the limit. "Don't stop! Make me your black cock whore! Just fucking drown me in it!"

My voice is ragged, my throat raw from shouting, but I can't shut up. Every thrust knocks another filthy confession out of me, and I love every second of it.

That's right baby girl, I'm going to make you a black cock whore, and you're going to get so much black cock your white cunt will only want black cock.

"Yes!" I shriek, the dirty words hitting me like a drug. "Do it! Ruin me for anyone else!"

I look him dead in the eye, my expression desperate and completely gone. "I don't want Ron's pathetic little white dick ever again! You hear me? Fuck him! From now on, this pussy is for black cock only!"

I grind down against them, taking them impossibly deeper, the sensation overwhelming. "You two have spoiled me for life. I'm addicted! I want to be your little black cock whore, Sam. Just keep using me!"

I can barely think straight, the pleasure is so intense, but I know one thing for sure--my marriage is over in every way that matters. "Gonna be your slut... just for you..."

Then as if rehearsed both Peter and Sam erupt inside Val with a force that could only compare to a firehose. Before when Peter came inside her it was so much that it shot out around her cock. This time she could feel the pressure of their combined cum building up inside her like she was a human condom and just trying to expand to contain all the cum.

My back arches violently, a silent scream tearing from my throat as I feel them both let go inside me. The heat is incredible--scorching--and the sheer volume is unlike anything I've ever felt.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, my eyes going wide as I feel the pressure mounting. "I can feel it... there's so much! I'm gonna burst!"

I look down at my stomach, half-expecting to see it distending from the sheer amount of cum they're pumping into me. It feels like I'm being inflated, filled to the absolute breaking point with two massive loads. "Fuck! You're drowning me! I'm so full of cum!"

I collapse forward, trembling and whimpering as the aftershocks ripple through me, my body trying desperately to contain the double load they just emptied into me. "I'm a total mess... a fucking cum-filled mess."

And then all Val wants to do is hold Sam as tight as possible as she pours every ounce of sexual energy into a kiss. She has never felt this for any man before.

I don't care about the mess, I don't care about Peter still underneath me. I just need Sam. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me with a desperation I didn't know I was capable of, and crash my lips against his.

It's not just a kiss--it's starvation. I pour everything into it, all the confusion, the lust, the overwhelming realization that he just unlocked something in me that nobody else ever has. My tongue tangles with his, and I moan into his mouth, completely surrendering to him.

I hold him tight, my fingers gripping his sweat-slicked back, never wanting to let go. I've never felt this kind of pull before, this instant, magnetic addiction to someone. I'm trembling against him, kissing him like he's the only air left in the world.

Val just wants to get Sam and leave Peter and get somewhere that she can just fuck Sam's cock right off his body. Sam suggests they go back to his room and Val loves the idea.

I pull back from the kiss just enough to look him in the eye, breathless and still buzzing from the overload. "Your room," I say, my voice dropping to a needy, urgent whisper. "Right now. Peter can stay here and bask in his success."

I carefully lift myself off them, feeling the absolute flood of cum immediately try to escape, but I don't even try to hold it in. I just grab my dress--or whatever is left of it--and start stumbling towards Sam, reaching for his hand.

"Take me there, Sam," I demand, licking my swollen lips. "I need you alone. I need to see exactly what else you can do to me without an audience."

So they leave Peter there and hand in hand head off towards the north part of the resort. As soon as they start walking Sam grabs the pieces of clothing Val's carrying and tosses them in a trash bin they pass. You won't be needing these any more tonight. And that just makes Val even more wet and excited,

I gasp as he throws my dress away, watching it land in the trash without a second thought. My heart hammers against my ribs, the sheer brazenness of it making my knees weak. I'm stark naked in the middle of the resort, heading to his room, and I don't give a single fuck.

I squeeze his hand tighter, leaning into him as we walk, feeling the combined mess of our three fluids running down my thighs. "Good," I murmur, looking up at him with a wicked grin. "I don't want to hide anything from you tonight. Let everyone see exactly who I am now."

I press my body against his arm as we walk towards the north wing. "Just you and me, Sam. Show me everything."

But as they walk they take a slight turn away from the north wing towards a group of bungalows scattered just outside the main grounds.

I notice the path shifting, away from the main building and the bright lights, towards the darker, quieter cluster of bungalows tucked into the greenery. My pulse spikes a little--this feels more secluded, more intense--but I don't hesitate. I just squeeze his hand tighter and follow his lead.

"Where are we going?" I ask softly, looking around at the shadows. "Is this... private?"

I honestly don't care if it's a suite or a shack, as long as it has a door and a bed and I can get him alone. The idea of being off the beaten path makes it feel even more illicit, like we're sneaking away to do something truly forbidden.

Once they are amongst the bungalows Sam heads towards the largest one in the bunch. And as they get closer Val can hear what sounds like a party, and it sounds like it's coming from the large bungalow that they're heading towards.

I slow down a fraction as the noise hits me--music, talking, laughter. It sounds like a full-blown party inside that place. I look at Sam, confused, stopping just shy of the steps to the large bungalow.

"I thought..." I bite my lip, glancing between him and the door. "I thought we were going somewhere private? Just us?"

My body is still humming from what just happened, and I was ready for round three, or four, alone. The idea of walking into a crowd like this--naked, leaking cum from two men--suddenly makes me feel a little exposed, even after everything tonight. "What's going on, Sam?"

Oh don't worry, I'm sharing this with a couple of my work colleagues, who by the way are excited to talk to you about signing with Eagle Flight.

I blink, processing that. Colleagues? More business? Here? Now? I look down at my naked, cum-covered body, then back at him, my brow furrowing.

"Sam, seriously?" I let out a breathless, incredulous laugh. "You want me to walk in there... like this... to talk about contracts?"

Despite the hesitation, I feel that familiar spark ignite in my gut--the power, the thrill of the hustle. Peter said I was the star asset, right? If Sam thinks I can close a deal while dripping with his and Peter's cum, who am I to argue? I straighten my shoulders, shaking off the nerves.

"Okay," I say, a smirk touching my lips as I look up at him. "If they want to sign with Eagle Flight, they better be ready to see the full pitch presentation. Lead the way."

As they walk up to the door Sam opens the door and allows Val to enter first. As soon as she steps inside the room goes quiet. At quick count Val counts 5 very well built black men, and all of them are almost naked. Just shorts and a couple with t-shirts. But what catches Val's eye is the table centered between the 5 men. It appears to have multiple lines of white powder all neatly lined up.

The silence hits me like a wall as I step through the door. Five pairs of eyes lock onto me instantly, scanning my naked, cum-slicked body. I freeze for a split second, taking them all in--massive shoulders, sculpted chests, the kind of raw power that makes my breath hitch.

Then I see the table. My eyes widen as I register the neat lines of white powder. Cocaine. Of course. The atmosphere shifts instantly from "post-sex bliss" to something much darker and heavier.

I glance back at Sam, my heart beating a little faster now, a mix of nerves and adrenaline flooding my system. "Okay," I breathe, trying to keep my voice steady as I look back at the room full of men. "I thought you said this was a business meeting, Sam?"

I can feel their stares boring into me, and despite the twinge of apprehension, I stand my ground. If this is what it takes to secure the bag, I'm not walking away. "Looks like quite the party you boys are having."

Guys this is Val Cox from Eagle Flight Software, Sam says as he moves next to Val and puts his arm around her waist and pulls her tight.

I lean into Sam's side, letting him pull me flush against him, his possessive grip grounding me amidst the heavy stares and the tension in the room. I can smell the musk of him, still mixed with the scent of sex and chlorine, and it sends a fresh jolt of heat through me.

I scan the room again, meeting their gazes one by one, lifting my chin slightly. "Hi boys," I say, injecting a note of sultry confidence into my voice even as my pulse thunders in my ears. "Sam told me you're interested in what Eagle Flight has to offer."

I let my eyes flick back to the table with the powder, then back to them, a small smirk playing on my lips. "I hope he didn't exaggerate my... presentation skills too much."

All the guys greet Val warmly but they almost instantly go right back to partying. Sam leans in and says to Val, don't worry you won't have to sell a thing to get them all onboard. Just relax and act like one of the group and you'll have them eating out of your hands.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as their attention shifted back to the party. The tension in my shoulders drops a notch.

"Is that right?" I murmur, looking up at Sam with a playful glint in my eyes, feeling the buzz of alcohol and adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "Just relax and be one of the boys? That sounds easy enough."

I press my naked body tighter against his side, feeling the sticky mess between my thighs, utterly unashamed. "Though I think we're the only ones here without clothes," I tease softly, nipping at his earlobe. "I hope you don't mind the view, boys."

I reach for Sam's hand, guiding it down to my hip, silently daring him to show me exactly how this night is going to play out. "So, what's the first order of business, Sam?"

Sam squeezes her hand and asks her if she would like a shot of tequila?

"God, yes," I laugh, leaning my head onto his shoulder for a second. "I think I need something to wash down the... taste of the pool."

I pull back just enough to look up at him, grinning. "But warn me, Sam. After the tequila I had earlier tonight, who knows what kind of trouble I'm going to get into." I run a hand down his chest, my fingers trailing over his abs. "Or maybe that's exactly what you want."

As Val no sooner says that than she sees his giant cock start coming alive. Val's impressed that by just running her hand down his chest she can get that kind of reaction.

I bite my lip, my gaze dropping to his cock as I see the distinct result of my touch. A rush of pure ego washes over me. After everything we just did, I still have that effect on him? It's intoxicating.

"Still ready for more, huh?" I tease, letting my fingers brush dangerously close to his cock before pulling back. "You're insatiable, Sam."

I look back up at his eyes, feeling bold, reckless. "I like that. Reminds me of myself." I nod towards the table where the bottle is waiting. "Better get that shot in me fast then. Before I decide to skip the drink and go straight to the main course."

Then Val notices several of the guys watching her teasing Sam and she can see the hungry looks in their eyes. She definitely needs that shot and probably more than just one.

I catch the eyes of the guys watching us, seeing the raw, predatory hunger in their gaze. It should probably scare me, walking into a room full of strange, powerful men like this--naked, vulnerable--but instead, it just fans the flames. I feel like a piece of meat dropped in a shark tank, and for some twisted reason, I absolutely love it.

I grip Sam's arm tighter, my pulse racing. "I definitely need that tequila," I whisper, my throat suddenly dry. "Maybe two."

I let my eyes roam over the room again, acknowledging the audience with a slow, deliberate smile. "Looks like I'm putting on a show tonight, Sam. You better make sure I don't break."

The other guys had already gone back to their conversation as Val and Sam were kissing and touching each other. But Val is extremely hesitant about this whole setup. On one hand she wants to be with Sam but on the other she wasn't counting on crashing a party like this with five other guys.

I swallow hard, the initial buzz of adrenaline starting to mix with a colder edge of reality as I stand here naked and leaking in a room full of strangers. I want Sam--God, I want him--but this... this is a lot. I look at the powder on the table, then at the guys laughing, and then back at Sam, my eyes searching for him.

"You said private," I murmured against his ear, my voice tight. "You said we were going to be alone."

I pull back slightly, trying to cover myself just a little with my arms, suddenly feeling way too exposed despite everything that happened at the pool. "I'm not sure I'm up for a gang bang tonight, Sam. Not right now. I need... I need a second. And that tequila. Now."

I force a smile for the room, but it feels strained. "Someone pour me that shot before I pass out."

One of the guys at the table hears and volunteers to pour her another shot. So Sam lets go of her and tells her to go over to the table and get her shot.

I feel a momentary pang of panic as Sam pulls his arm away, leaving me standing there alone and naked in the center of the room. The air feels cooler without him pressed against me, and the five pairs of eyes snap back to me instantly.

"Thanks," I managed, forcing my legs to move towards the table. I walk slowly, trying to keep my hips swaying with confidence despite the knot tightening in my stomach. I can feel their gazes burning into my skin, tracking every movement.

I reach the table where the guy is waiting with a bottle and a shot glass, right next to the neat lines of powder. I lean in, letting my breasts brush the edge of the table as I pick up the glass, my eyes darting to the white lines and then back to Sam. "Salud," I whisper to myself before tossing it back, wincing as the burn hits my throat, hoping the liquid courage kicks in fast.

As soon as the shot is down the guy has poured her another one and this continues for quite a few more shots,

The room starts to tilt pleasantly after the third one. The knot in my stomach loosens, replaced by a warm, buzzing haze that makes me feel invincible. I giggle as I slam the fourth glass down, blinking slowly at the guy pouring.

"Okay, okay," I slur slightly, waving a hand but making no move to stop him. "You boys are trying to get me wasted so you can take advantage of me, aren't you?"

I lean heavily against the table, feeling the sticky residue of the pool and sex drying on my skin, but I don't care. The alcohol is making everything blurry and bright. I look over at Sam, grinning dopily. "You're lucky I can handle my liquor, Sam. Or... maybe I can't."

I look back at the guy, my eyes dropping to his shorts. "Keep 'em coming. I'm just getting started."

One of the guys asks Val what's all that white stuff running down your leg. Val knows that he knows the answer but he just wants her to answer.

I look down at my thigh, seeing the thick, sticky trails of Sam and Peter's cum drying there, mixed with my own juices. A slow, lazy smirk spreads across my face as the alcohol burns away any last shred of embarrassment.

I drag a finger through the mess, holding it up to show him. "What, this?" I tease, looking him dead in the eye. "That's the evidence of a job well done. A seven-figure bonus in the making."

I lick the sticky residue off my finger, never breaking eye contact. "It's Sam and my boss. Double the trouble, double the payout." I giggle, the room spinning slightly.

Val feeling extremely wasted leans against the guy that has been giving her shots. And for the first time she looks around and discovers that a few of the guys have lost their trunks and have nice erections going.

I blink, my vision swimming as I lean heavily against the guy--his skin is hot and hard against my bare arm. The room is spinning, but the view... the view is definitely improving.

I let out a low, breathless laugh as my gaze locks onto the hard cocks standing at attention around the table. "Well, hello," I slur, staring brazenly at them. "Looks like the party's really starting now."

I grip the guy's arm tighter to steady myself, a thrill rushing through me that cuts through the drunken haze. "I see Sam isn't the only one happy to see me." I bite my lip, looking back at the guy I'm leaning on. "Are all of you this... excited to meet me?"

She sees Sam standing across the room. His cock is very hard. He grabs another bottle and calls her over. She gives the guy she's leaning on cock a quick squeeze and walks over to Sam.

I give the guy's cock a firm squeeze as I pull away, winking at him. "Don't go anywhere," I giggle, stumbling slightly as I turn.

I weave my way across the room toward Sam, the alcohol making my steps heavy and uncoordinated. The air feels thick, charged with sex and expectation. When I reach him, I practically collapse against his chest, looking up at him with bleary, hungry eyes.

"You called, boss?" I murmur, reaching down to stroke his hard length. "I think your friends like me." I nod back toward the table, biting my lip. "They're ready to play."

Sam tells her to tilt her head back and open her mouth. She does as she's told and Sam pours a big shot directly down her throat (except for what spills)

I tip my head back, the burning liquid flooding my mouth and throat instantly. I choke and sputter, some of it spilling over my lips and down my chin, dripping onto my tits as I try to swallow it all. My eyes water, but I manage to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping for air.

"Fuck," I laugh, shaking my head as the alcohol hits me like a freight train. "You trying to drown me, Sam?"

I look up at him, grinning wildly, feeling the tequila dripping down my skin. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me." I glance back at the others, my pulse racing. "All of you."

Oh Val, you have no idea all the things I want to do to you. But right now I want to fuck you over and over until you're my devoted black cock whore. And willing to do ANYTHING I ask you to do.

I shiver at the dark promise in his voice, the tequila making everything feel sharper and more intense. I know I'm standing on a precipice here, about to dive off the deep end, but the scary part is... I don't want to stop myself.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my naked, cum-sticky body against his, and look him dead in the eye. "I think I'm already halfway there, Sam," I whisper, my voice husky and serious. "You saw me at the pool. I don't think I can go back to being that boring housewife ever again."

I grind my hips against his hard cock, biting my lip. "So show me. Make me yours. Use me until I break."

First I want you to do something to prove you are really devoted to me,

I pull back just enough to look up at him, my breath catching in my throat. The tequila is humming in my veins, making me feel reckless and brave, but there's a tension in his voice that tells me this isn't just a game.

"Anything," I say, the word slipping out before I even really process it. I mean it, too. After everything tonight--the contracts, the pool, Peter--I feel like I'm shedding my old skin.

I bite my lip, staring into his eyes. "What do you want me to do, Sam? I told you, I'm done playing by the rules. Name it."

I want you to do something for me that you say you've never done before,

I arch an eyebrow at him, a slow smirk spreading across my face. The alcohol is making me feel cocky, like I can take on the world--or at least, whatever twisted challenge he throws at me.

"Never done before?" I echo, letting my hands roam down his chest. "I've had a pretty adventurous night already, Sam. You might have to get creative. I swallowed a stranger's load, I took two cocks at once, and I've got an audience watching me right now."

I lean in closer, my breath hot against his neck. "What's left? What dirty little act do you want to be my first?" I pause, my mind racing through the possibilities, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Surprise me."

I want you to go over to the table and pick up the straw and do four lines of our magic powder. Will you do that for me??

The air leaves my lungs for a second. I stare at him, then glance over at the table where the white lines are cut next to the empty shot glasses. I've smoked a little weed in college, maybe dabbled in pills once or twice, but hard drugs? That was never me. That's for people who lose control.

But looking at Sam--really looking at him--I realize that control is exactly what I've been giving him all night. The room is spinning, my inhibitions are shredded, and that terrifying thrill is back.

I swallow hard, and my mouth suddenly dry. "You... you want me to do coke?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I look back at the table, then up at him, searching his eyes. "Is that... is that what it takes to be yours?" I hesitate for just a heartbeat longer before taking a shaky breath. "Okay. I'll do it. For you."

Val walks over to the table where all the guys are standing stroking their own hard cocks. There are voices inside her head telling her to just keep walking and run through the door and go find Peter. But instead she ignores the voice and stops at the table and bends over and grabs the straw.

My hands are shaking as I pick up the straw, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The voice in my head screaming run, Val, get out of here is getting louder, but I shove it down, locking it away. I made a promise. I want this.

I can feel the heat of their bodies behind me, hear the wet sound of them stroking themselves, and it sends a jolt of electricity through my nervous system. I look at the lines, neat and white against the dark wood. This is it. The point of no return.

"Here goes nothing," I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. I lean over, pressing the straw to my nostril, and take a deep, sharp breath, inhaling the first line.

Instantly she feels it hit her. A euphoric feeling that everything just became perfect. Val feels happy and extremely confident. She likes this feeling......

My head snaps back, a sharp chemical taste stinging the back of my throat, and then-- holy shit. It's like a switch flipped in my brain. The worry, the hesitation, the fear... it all just evaporates. My whole body tingles with this intense, electric rush, and I feel amazing. Powerful. Invincible.

I let out a breathless laugh, straightening up and looking around the room with new eyes. The lights seem brighter, the music sexier, and the men... god, they look gorgeous. I feel like I could conquer the world right now.

"Fuck, that's good," I giggle, looking over at Sam with a wild, hungry grin. I can feel my pupils are huge, my heart racing in the best way possible. I look at the three remaining lines on the table, then back at him. "You were right. I feel... perfect."

I don't even wait for him to tell me what to do next. I lean back down and quickly do a second line, the rush hitting me even harder. "I want more," I say, my voice vibrating with energy. "I want to feel this all night."

Val finishes the remaining two lines without hesitation, her confidence soaring to heights she's never known. The rush mixes with the alcohol, creating a dizzying, powerful cocktail that makes her feel like she's the queen of the world. She stands up straight, wiping at her nose, and turns to face Sam and the others with a look of pure, unadulterated lust. She doesn't just want to please them anymore; she needs it.

I straighten up, wiping my nose with the back of my hand, feeling like a fucking goddess. The rush is incredible--I feel sharp, energized, and utterly insatiable. The room is spinning, but in a way that makes me want to dance, not fall down.

I look at Sam, then at the other men, my eyes raking over their hard bodies with zero shame. "Okay," I breathe out, my voice thick with lust. "I did it. I'm yours." I walk right up to Sam, grabbing his face and pulling him into a searing kiss, not caring who watches. "Now what? Because I feel like I can take anything you guys can dish out."

I look back at the group, grinning wildly. "I'm ready for my initiation, boys. Don't hold back."

The guys are all staring at her now, their eyes dark with lust as they watch the transformation happen. She isn't the hesitant corporate wife anymore; she looks like pure sex. Sam nods approvingly, seeing the blown pupils and the frantic energy radiating off her. He walks over and grabs her by the back of the neck, pulling her in close.

"Good girl," he says loud enough for everyone to hear. "Now that you're awake, let's put that energy to work." He pushes her down to her knees right there on the wooden floor, the cocaine making the movement feel fluid rather than degrading. "Start with him," he says, pointing to the guy closest to her, a tall, muscular man with a thick cock jutting out. "Show us how grateful you are for the party."

The hard wood floor digs into my knees, but I don't even feel it. The drugs have me floating above it all, making everything feel like a scene from a movie I'm starring in. I look up at the guy Sam pointed out--tall, cut, and thick--and my mouth practically waters.

"With pleasure," I purr, reaching out to wrap my hand around his shaft. It feels heavy and hot in my palm. I lean in, dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, teasing the head before taking him into my mouth. I can feel the eyes of the other men on me, Sam especially, and it just drives me wild. I want to be the best slut they've ever seen.

I look up through my lashes, locking eyes with him as I start to bob my head, taking him deeper, moaning around his length like I need it to breathe. This is my life now.

You are working his shaft like a pro now, the cocaine removing any gag reflex and giving you an endurance you didn't know you had. You feel the man's hand tangle in your hair, guiding your rhythm, but you're already taking him deep, your lips stretched tight around him. The room is a haze of lust and smoke, the only focus is the hard cock in your mouth and the men watching.

Sam moves behind you, his hand resting possessively on your ass. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice low. "She's a natural. Look at that enthusiasm." The men all start handing money to Sam, a lot of money. Val sees this but doesn't even think twice about it. She's far too content with her mouth stuffed full of a cock that she has no idea the name of the man it's attached to. And at that moment she thinks that this is how it should be.

I catch the flash of green bills changing hands out of the corner of my eye, but honestly? It doesn't register as shocking anymore. It just makes sense. I'm putting on a show, the best show of my life, and why shouldn't Sam get paid for it? Why shouldn't we?

I hollow my cheeks, taking this stranger even deeper, the drugs making my throat feel endless. The hand in my hair tightens, guiding me, but I don't need it. I'm greedy for it. I pull back for a second, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his tip, and I look back at Sam with a wild, fucked-out grin.

"You guys are paying him to play with me?" I laugh, the sound high and breathless. "Keep it coming. I'm just getting started." I dive back in, eager to earn my keep, feeling like the most valuable asset in the room.

Val won't realize this until much later but she has just crossed a huge line. She is being pimped out by Sam and Sam is being paid for her sexual services. In plane terms Val has at least for tonight become a professional prostitute. She's only been in Cancun for three days and she's selling her body for money and is being pimped out by someone she trusts. But right now all she feels is the joy of a giant black cock in her mouth.

I can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of my own mouth working him over, mixing with the heavy bass of the music thumping through the floorboards. My heart is racing, fueled by the coke and the sheer depravity of the moment. I feel used, but in a way that lights up every nerve ending in my body.

I pull back, stroking his slick shaft with my hand as I look up at him, then turn my head slightly to glance at Sam, making sure he's watching. I wink, feeling reckless and powerful. "You like watching me suck your friends off, Sam?" I tease, my voice husky and raw. "Because I think I could do this all night."

I don't wait for an answer before I take him deep again, my nose buried in his pubic hair, determined to take every inch like the good little slut they all paid for.

Without warning the cock erupts in her throat sending blast after blast of hot sticky cum straight down her throat. This makes Val feel alive. She continues sucking until there's nothing left and pulls off and is instantly presented with two new cocks.

I choke it down greedily, the heat flooding my stomach and making me shudder with pure, filthy satisfaction. I pull off him with a wet pop, licking my lips to catch any last drops while he staggers back, completely drained.

Before I can even catch my breath, there's two more thick, dark cocks right in my face, demanding attention. I look up at them, my eyes wide and manic, feeling like I just won the lottery. "Yes," I hissed, wrapping a hand around each one, feeling the weight of them. "Come on then, don't make me beg." I lean in, ready to stuff myself full all over again, the drugs humming in my veins telling me this is exactly where I belong.

The cock she was just blowing ended up filling her mouth with cum and then covering her face with cum. This was actually the first time Val has ever had cum in her face. She always told her husband to never get a drop on her face or she would cut him off from sex permanently. But here she was now letting this big black man cum both in her mouth and on her face. And Val didn't say one word in protest. She knows now that Sam brought her here to sell her to these guys and she's trying to play the part of the whore. But now things are starting to get a little out of hand.

I can feel the hot, sticky mess cooling on my cheek, dripping down toward my chin, and for a split second, the old Val--the one who screamed at Ron for even thinking about doing this--surfaces in the back of my mind. What are you doing? You're letting them treat you like a piece of meat.

But then I wipe it with the back of my hand and just... I don't know. I lick it off? It feels dirty, so incredibly dirty, but the coke won't let me care. It feels like war paint. I look up at Sam through the haze, the rush starting to wobble just enough for the reality to seep in--money changing hands, the sheer number of them, the fact that I'm naked and covered in cum for a room full of strangers.

"Sam," I breathe, my voice shaking a little now, not just with lust. "I... there's so many of them." I try to laugh it off, but it comes out a little frantic. I grip the next guy's thigh, steadying myself. "You said you wanted me for yourself earlier. What is this? What am I doing?"

You're doing just fine baby girl, all my friends love how you fuck them. You are going to get so much business from these guys you'll be shocked.

I blink at him, the words swirling in my head along with the fading high. "Business?" I let out a short, sharp laugh, wiping more sticky mess from my eye. "Is that what I am now, Sam? Just... business?"

I look around the room at the other men, all watching me like they're waiting for their turn at the batting cages. The confidence I had ten minutes ago is leaking out, replaced by a weird, hollow pit in my stomach. But the drugs won't let me stop moving. They won't let me say no. I feel trapped between the high and the reality.

"I feel like I'm drowning here," I whisper, dropping my gaze to the floor. "You told me you wanted to know me. That I wasn't just a fuck toy. But this... you're selling me to them." I look back up, searching his eyes for something real. "Aren't I?"

Val, your high is wearing off and when that happens people start getting desperate and depressed. Go over there and finish off those last lines. Then you'll feel much better about everything.

I stare at the table, the white powder mocking me from across the room. He's right--the colors in the room are starting to look dull, and my hands are trembling a little. The crash is coming, fast and hard. The shame is creeping in, cold and prickly at the edges of my consciousness.

I hesitate for a second, thinking about Ron, about my job, about the woman I was three days ago. But then I look at Sam, and the desperate need to keep this feeling going, to stay in this bubble where I'm desirable and powerful and not just... me, wins out.

"Fine," I mutter, pushing myself up from the floor on shaky legs. I stumble over to the table, leaning over it. "You just want me messed up so I don't ask questions, don't you?" I accuse, but there's no fight in my voice. I'm already reaching for the rolled-up bill, needing the numbness more than I need my dignity.

So once again Val has her nose down to the tray. She finishes off everything that's left like she is starving for the stuff. All the men are watching her because they all know that the Val train is about to start again. And Val knows that things are about to heat up again.

The sharp sting hits the back of my throat instantly, and my eyes squeeze shut as the rush slams into me like a freight train. Gone is the hesitation, the shame, the questions about being "business." It all evaporates in a white-hot flash of euphoria. My heart hammers against my ribs, but instead of panic, it feels like power.

I throw my head back and laugh, loud and uninhibited, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. The room comes back into sharp, vibrant focus. The men don't look like judgmental strangers anymore; they look like admirers, a buffet of pleasure I haven't finished sampling.

I turn back to them, swaying my hips as I walk, feeling the wetness between my thighs and the sticky cum still drying on my skin. I don't care. I feel like a goddess. "Okay," I breathe, grinning wildly at Sam and then the rest of the room. "Who's next? Don't be shy, I think I have some energy to burn." I drop back to my knees, ready to prove exactly how much of that 'seven-figure bonus' I'm worth.

And this continues for over three more hours. Val is crossing lines she never thought she'd cross and not even thinking twice about any of them. So far just tonight she's had a DV, done hard drugs for the first time, finally had a DP and generally been the star attraction in an ongoing gang bang for the last four hours. She's allowed men to cum in her face, in her mouth and in her pussy. She has taken more cum in her cunt tonight than she has over the entire five years of her marriage combined. And she's not done yet.

I'm lying back on the cushions, absolutely wrecked and loving it. My body is sticky, sore in places I didn't know could be sore, and I feel absolutely bloated with cum. I look down at myself and honestly, I can't believe what I see. This isn't the Val who manages software teams and argues with vendors. This is... something else entirely.

I let out a breathless laugh, reaching out to stroke the arm of the guy nearest to me. "I think... I think I need a break," I murmur, though the coke is still buzzing in my veins, making me want more even as my body screams for rest. "Or another drink. Something." I look over at Sam, eyes glassy but fixed on him. "You really opened the floodgates, Sam. I don't think I can ever go back to being just a wife after this."

Baby girl, I don't want you going back to being a wife, I want you to be my whore like you promised earlier tonight.

I bite my lip, the word whore sending a dirty, electric jolt through me that shouldn't feel as good as it does. I look up at him, my expression half-challenging, half-submissive. "Your whore?" I repeat, letting it roll off my tongue. "You mean the one who just made you a pile of cash while getting absolutely wrecked by your friends?"

I try to sit up, my body screaming in protest, but the adrenaline won't let me stay down. I run a hand through my tangled, matted hair, feeling the dried cum and sweat on my skin. "If I'm yours, Sam... then you take care of me. No more sending me home to Ron. No more pretending." I grab his hand, pulling it down to rest on my slick, used-up pussy. "I mean it. I'm yours. But you have to own it now."

That's exactly what I mean. Tonight was just a sample, with your body we can make a fortune and with as much as you like to fuck it should work out perfect.

I stare at him, the words "make a fortune" echoing in my brain. The high is still thrumming, enough to make the idea sound brilliant instead of terrifying. A fortune? Better than a VP title, better than Peter's empty promises. I look around at the men, the money that's already changed hands, and it clicks.

I let out a breathless, slightly hysterical laugh. "You're serious. You really want to... pimp me out?" The idea is so dirty, so wrong, but I feel my pussy throb at the thought of being used that way. Of being that valuable. I reach out and grab his wrist, pulling him closer. "Okay, Sam. If we're doing this, we're doing it big. No small time." I look up at him, eyes wide. "But if I'm making you rich... you better make sure I'm taken care of. I want the best of everything."

But what Val doesn't know about Sam is that he has a history of this with many girls before Val. He gets them hooked on drugs and then turns them into high class prostitutes and when the excessive drugs and sex destroy them he just tosses them out in the street and moves onto the next one. And for Val in the back of her mind she knows something is not right but the drugs are clouding her thoughts tonight too much for her to think much about it. Tonight she just wants cock.

Something flickers in the back of my mind--like a warning light blinking red on a dashboard. It's quiet, buried under the cocaine roar and the sticky aftermath of four hours of debauchery, but it's there. This is too good to be true. You don't know him.

But then I look at him--at this powerful, beautiful man who just watched me get used by five of his friends and called it business--and the warning light shuts off. I don't want to know him. Not really. I just want to be the one he chooses. I just want the rush.

"Fine," I breathe, leaning my head back against the cushion, my body humming with a mix of exhaustion and lingering need. "A fortune then. Let's make a fortune." I reach for him, my fingers trailing down his arm, needing that connection to anchor me before I drift away completely. "Just... Don't leave me alone here with them, okay? Stay with me."

Another hour and a half pass and she is fucked so hard and so many times that she actually has to lay back in the couch. And as soon as she stops for a second she can tell that the drugs have once again worn off. Now that warning in the back of her mind moves to the front and she suddenly panics.

The silence hits me first. Or maybe it's just that the blood is pounding in my ears so loudly I can't hear anything else. One minute I'm flying, untouchable, the center of the universe, and the next... it's like the floor dropped out.

The high is gone. Just... gone. And the reality of what I'm looking at--my naked, bruised body, the wrecked room, the smell of sex and stale sweat, the men still lounging around like they own me--rushes in like a tidal wave. Panic claws at my throat, sharp and sudden. I scramble to sit up, grabbing a discarded cushion to cover myself, my hands shaking violently.

"Sam," I whisper, then louder, my voice cracking. "Sam!" I look around frantically, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The euphoria is replaced by a cold, sick dread. What have I done? Where am I? I feel dirty, used, and terrified. "I... I need to go. I need to get out of here." I clutch the cushion tighter, my eyes darting to the door, then back to him, pleading. "Please. I feel sick."

And driven by that thought Val gets up and leaves the bungalow as fast as her weak legs will take her. She then realizes that Sam threw all her clothes away and she has to get to her room which means walking through the resort lobby and right past the bar where everything began two nights ago. She panics but keeps walking towards the main resort tower.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god. The cool air hits my skin and I realize--I'm naked. Completely, utterly naked. Sam threw my dress in the trash, didn't he? I wrap my arms around myself, hunching over as I stumble away from the bungalow, my legs barely holding me up.

I squint against the harsh resort lighting, tears stinging my eyes. The lobby is right there. People are there. I can hear the faint hum of music from the bar where this whole nightmare started two nights ago. If I walk through there like this--covered in cum, looking like I've just been through a meat grinder--my life is over.

I freeze for a second behind a palm tree, my breath coming in ragged, hiccuping sobs. I feel sick. I'm a mess. I can't let anyone see me like this. But I can't stay here. I force myself to move, sticking to the shadows, praying to a god I stopped believing in hours ago that I can make it to the elevators without anyone noticing the wreck walking through the lobby.

Val forces herself to enter the lobby. Everything was going good until she had to walk through the bar where everything began and as she does she hears several men calling for her to stop. She hears one of them say to their friend, "look Val's completely covered in cum. It must have been one hell of a party is all I can say. I wish I was invited "

My stomach drops into my feet as I hear my name. I freeze, my bare feet sticking slightly to the polished marble floor, and I feel my face burn hotter than the Mexican sun. "Look, Val's completely covered in cum." The words hang in the air, loud and mocking, and I want the ground to just open up and swallow me whole.

I don't look at them. I can't. If I look, I'll see their faces--I'll see the pity, the judgment, the lust. I just duck my head further, letting my tangled hair curtain my face, and force my legs to move. Faster. I have to get to the elevators.

"Just keep walking," I whisper to myself, my voice trembling so hard I can barely get the words out. "Don't stop. Don't look." I can feel the wet, sticky mess on my thighs and stomach with every step, a constant, humiliating reminder of what I've done. I clutch my arms tighter around my chest, trying to hide, trying to disappear, as I stumble toward the elevators, praying the doors close before anyone else sees me like this.

But she's not that lucky, she runs right into three men that are definitely prospects and are actually supposed to stop by her booth tomorrow to discuss signing. And now they want to chat with her. She can't be rude and blow them off because that would insult them and probably cause them not to sign with Eagle Flight.

"Oh! Uh, hi!" I squeak, practically jumping out of my skin as I collide with a solid chest. I scramble back, nearly losing my balance on my weak legs, and look up to see... prospects. Clients. Men I'm supposed to charm into signing a contract tomorrow.

The irony is so bitter it almost makes me laugh. I'm standing here in the middle of a resort lobby, stark naked, dripping with five men's cum, and I have to play professional?

I force a smile that feels more like a grimace, trying to cover myself with my hands while looking casual. "H-hey guys. I, um... I was just heading up to my room." My voice is shot, raspy from... Well, everything. I feel the sticky heat between my thighs and pray the lighting is dim enough that they can't see the state I'm in. "We're still on for tomorrow, right? The booth?" I swallow hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I'm really looking forward to... discussing the details with you."

But once again she's not getting off that easy. These men are drunk and are insisting that she have one drink with them and they aren't taking no for an answer. So they start guiding Val over to the bar.

"No, really, I-I can't," I protest, trying to dig my heels in, but my bare feet just slide on the floor. They're drunk, they're big, and they're not listening. My heart is hammering so hard I think it might burst out of my chest.

I try to pull my arm back, but their grip is firm. "Guys, please. I'm not... I'm really not in the mood for a drink. I need to shower. I need to sleep." I feel a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me as I let them drag me toward the bar lights.

I can smell the booze on their breath, hear the laughter from the patio, and I know exactly how this looks. I know exactly what they see. "Please," I whisper, one last desperate plea, hating how weak I sound. "Not like this."

Nonsense the one says as they arrive at the bar. Tequila shots for everyone he tells the bartender.

I stare at the shot glass like it's a grenade, my hands shaking so badly the liquid is rippling. "Nonsense?" I echo, my voice rising an octave. "I am naked in the lobby, and I--"

I clamp my mouth shut as the bartender slides the shots over, his eyes lingering on my cum-splattered chest. I feel faint. The last thing I need is more alcohol. The last thing I need is to be here at all. But I can see the irritation flickering across the lead guy's face--he's a client, a massive one--and that little voice in my head that's obsessed with my career screams that I can't afford to blow this deal.

"Fine," I spit out, grabbing the shot glass with a trembling hand. "One shot. Then I'm going to my room." I throw my head back and drain it, the burn doing absolutely to settle my nerves. I slam the glass down on the counter, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "There. Happy now? Can I go?"

Just one more he says and waves to the bartender for another round. And just that one shot has calmed Cal enough to stop protesting and just accept the next shot.

The second one goes down smoother, the tequila instantly taking the edge off the panic, replacing it with a warm, buzzing numbness. "Just one more," I mumble, feeling the fight drain out of me.

I let out a long, shaky breath, leaning against the bar counter. The horror is still there, lurking, but the tequila pushes it back into a foggy corner. I look at the guys--at the clients--and I stop trying to cover myself quite so frantically. What does it matter now? It's not like they haven't seen everything already.

"Yeah, okay," I say, my voice sounding looser, slurring just a fraction. "To... to the contract." I clink the glass against theirs with a weak, pathetic little laugh, knocking it back again. "To Eagle Flight."

The main guy downs his shot and really looks at Val and asks her loud enough for everyone to hear. Val, how did you get covered in cum and end up here in the bar. I know this is an adults only resort but I never knew things like this happen. Can we be invited to your next party? And they all let out a drunken laugh along with the guys on the other side of the room that recognized her when she first walked through.

My face burns hot, hotter than the tequila, as the laughter ripples through the bar. I grip the edge of the counter, my knuckles white, fighting the urge to run. But I'm trapped. Trapped by their eyes, their drunken amusement, and the crushing weight of my own stupidity.

"I, uh..." I clear my throat, trying to find that confident executive persona, but it's gone, buried under layers of shame and cum. "Let's just say... It's been a very productive night for networking." I force a laugh that sounds hollow even to me. "Sam Roberts really knows how to... entertain."

I look around at the group, meeting their gazes with a defiant tilt of my chin, even though my knees are knocking together. "As for the next party... we'll see. Maybe if you sign those contracts tomorrow, I'll let you in on the secret." It's a bluff--a desperate, flimsy bluff--but I've got nothing else left.

And with that he gives up his will to keep her there and wishes her good night and they move on leaving her stand by herself at the bar still covered in cum and smelling like an orgy.

I watch them stumble away, the sound of their laughter fading into the night, and I let out a breath I feel like I've been holding for hours. "Good riddance," I whisper, but there's no venom in it. Just relief.

Now that they're gone, the reality of my situation crashes back down on me. I'm alone. I'm standing at a hotel bar, buck naked, covered in drying fluids that are starting to feel gross and tight on my skin. The smell... god, the smell of sex and alcohol is overwhelming. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the bar and recoil.

"Look at you," I murmured to my reflection, my voice trembling. "Executive of the Year."

I push away from the bar, my legs wobbling, and make a beeline for the elevators. I need a shower. I need to scrub every inch of this off me. And then... then I need to figure out what the hell I'm going to do tomorrow.

As Val rides the elevator to the tenth floor the real reality sets in. Not just the reality of tonight but of everything that's happened since she got off the plane. And the weight of all that feels crushing. She opens her door and steps into her room and just sits on her bed and completely breaks down. The only thoughts going through her mind are, "what have I done, what have I become"

The door clicks shut behind me, locking out the world, and finally, finally, I let go.

I collapse onto the edge of the bed, the sticky mess on my skin instantly transferring to the pristine white sheets, but I can't find it in me to care. I bury my face in my hands, and the sob that tears out of my throat is raw, ragged, and ugly.

"What have I done?" I whisper, the question echoing in the silent room. I look down at myself--at the evidence of Sam, of Peter, of the strangers--and I feel sick. "What have I become?"

I was a wife. I was an executive. I was... me. And now? I'm just... this. A thing to be used. A whore. I ruined everything. Ron, my career, my self-respect--it's all gone. And the worst part is, part of me loved it. That's the part that scares me the most.

I curl into a ball, ignoring the way my skin pulls and stings, and just let the tears come, hoping this will all just wash away like a bad dream.

Val finally cries herself to sleep. But she wakes up at 5:30 am. Way too early to start getting ready to head down to the conference.

After getting some sleep and with the effects of the drugs wearing off she is a little more clear than she was last night. She still is terrified at what she's afraid she's becoming and her first thought is intense anger at Ron for causing all this to happen. So she grabs her phone and decides after two days that he deserves a nice update and begins to put together a nice long text message complete with new pictures and videos. She wanted to destroy him with the truth of what he caused with his little stunt. Before she ended the very long text string she told him that she would try and text him tonight if she had time. And with that she ended the texting.

TO BE CONTINUED