Travelling for Business

Christine's mood was electric as she slipped the brand-new vibrator out of its hiding place buried deep in her bedside table into her sensible black leather overnight bag. Trying to keep the excitement out of her voice as she responded to her mother's continued admonishments.

"No mum, it's just a work thing. You saw the emails, they're making me go. I know, no parties. There won't be any parties, mum, it's a work trip."

"That's good, Christine. You know the rules, if you are going to be living in my house you're going to follow my rules. No drugs. No drinking. And no boys."

Christine rolled her eyes, hearing the same lecture for the millionth time in her 21 years. She buried the toy, still encased in its plastic box deep in the bag, hiding it under a set of modest blouses in muted, business-friendly colours before her mother popped her head through the door, her eyes a harsh glare.

"My rules got you where you are, Christine. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know, mum," Christine said, zipping the bag tightly before stepping over to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be good, it's just a business trip. How many parties do you really think we'll be able to have at an economics conference?"

Her mother huffed and folded her arms. "I know. You're a good girl, Christina." her expression softened. "I just know that you're growing up and one day you will not be my little girl any more."

Christine smiled and gave her a hug as a car horn beeped outside.

"There's the taxi. I better go. See you in a few days."

Christine stepped out the door with a spring in her step, her long legs quickly extending down the path before climbing into the back of the cab. She smiled at the driver and confirmed her destination of the Airport. She smiled at her mother and waved as the car pulled away.

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The bustle of the airport had been a little overwhelming, and Christine was relieved to take her seat on the plane. Her company had sprung for first class tickets, and she felt a spark of rebelliousness as she accepted a glass of champagne from the steward. If she wasn't going to break her mother's 'no boys' rule she'd at least break her no drinking one. She settled into the seat, luxuriating in the opulence of first class. It was a far cry from the economy train trips she'd taken to the city in her childhood with her mother, and she reflected again on the opportunities her success was opening up for them both. She sipped her champagne, the effervescent sweetness tingling on her tongue as the acceleration of takeoff dressed her back in her seat. She knew that she would have a good time this week, the opportunity to mingle with and learn from other experts in her field was exciting, and breaking free of the strict rules of her mother's home was a delightful taboo that the champagne warming her system helped to highlight.

***********

Christine's excitement bubbled again as she stepped into the opulent lobby of the 5 star hotel that her company had sprung for. She was still looking around as she made it to the front of the line. She put her corporate card down on the counter as the smiling receptionist tapped her details into their computer.

"Welcome Miss Cooper. Is this your first time staying with us?"

"Um, yes. It is." Christine replied, fumbling for her passport to provide ID

"Fantastic. Let me just get everything set up for you here and we'll get everything sorted." A small frown broke the previously plastered on smile. "It looks like there's a little bit of an issue here, I think we have overbooked the room class that you've booked in for. The conference has us pretty much fully booked. Let me see what I can do here."

He tapped away a little longer, frown deepening as he looked at the company name printed on Christine's corporate card.

"Just a moment, I need to go and confirm something" he slid from his seat and stepped to the back of the reception space, talking through a half open door into the back office, his animated gesturing revealing more panic than his quiet voice implied. After a few minutes, a frown creased his face and he stalked back to the counter.

"I'm sorry Miss Collins, we have a little bit of an issue. We're trying to find the right resolution for you but it might take a few minutes. Can you please take a seat and I'll be back with you as soon as we can."

Christine felt a surge of nerves plunge through her as the outcomes here ran through her mind. She had no idea how to find a new hotel at short notice, especially with night falling across the city behind her. Despite her rising internal panic, she smiled politely back and made her way over to one of the opulent couches scattered across the opulent lobby and buried herself in work to keep her mind busy.

What felt like an eternity later Christine was startled from her focus by the chirpy voice of her receptionist.

"Sorry for the wait there Miss Cooper. As I mentioned the hotel is quite full over the next few days and there has been a problem with the room you were intended to be in."

The panic that was barely suppressed roared back to the front of Christine's mind as the receptionist continued "And as our rooms are all fully booked we have had to try and find the right solution for you. Fortunately, we had a last minute cancellation and we have been able to upgrade you for the week to the honeymoon suite."

Christine's mind stopped running through visions of sleeping on a park bench and froze on the idea of being in the hotel's famous honeymoon suite for the week. Her receptionist grinned at her and winked "It turns out that the couple who had booked it for the week had a bit of a spat, but no one told us until a few moments ago." he gestured at the magazine covers in the rack next to him, glossy headlines announcing 'brazen betrayal at boozy bucks!' with pictures of a local A-list couple and broken heart images. He produced a pair of keycards and a small packet of instructions and handed them to Christine.

"You'll be on the top floor, don't forget to use your key in the elevator. The honeymoon suite is all-inclusive, so please help yourself to anything in the fridge or pantry. As the cancellation was last-minute, there were extra things added to the room at their request which you're also welcome to. Basically everything in the room that isn't furniture is yours now. I hope you enjoy your stay, Miss Collins."

Christine felt a little stunned as she made her way to the elevator, sliding her card and passport back into her bag. She stepped into the lift and swiped her card, having to reach above her head to reach the button for her floor.

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She wasn't really sure what to expect of a honeymoon suite, hell, she didn't even know what a room was like in a fancy place like this, but there was no way she expected what she saw when she opened the door. The room felt like it was bigger than the entire townhouse she shared with her mother, soft lighting illuminating a space that was warm, inviting and intimate in spite of its size. As she stepped into the room, she spotted an ice bucket with the neck of a champagne bottle extending invitingly from the top of it resting atop a large dining table. Christine kicked off her kitten heels and luxuriated at the feel of thick, plush carpet between her toes as she padded over to it. Her smile grew when she spotted the box of chocolates next to it, a card sitting on top. She opened the card as she popped the lid off the chocolate box, selecting a treat at random and popping it in her mouth as she read what the card said:

'Congratulations and welcome to your honeymoon retreat from the world. We've set everything up for you to enjoy your stay, and we've stocked the fridge with a few extra treats. Have an amazing start to your marriage!'

Christine let the chocolate truffle slowly melt in her mouth as she wondered exactly what the card meant, but she could see a variety of expensive-looking snacks and indulgences in the kitchen, including what looked to be several bottles of wine and other kinds of liquor. Taking in more of the room as she struggled with the cage keeping the cork in the bottle of extremely expensive French champagne, she could see the carpet transition into tile in one corner, a large marble bathtub and shower enclosure dominating the space in front of a door to what she assumed held the rest of the bathroom.

A series of oddly shaped couches consumed much of the rest of the room, a pair of wide open sliding doors open to a bedroom with a bed the size of her room at home. With an audible pop and a cry of success, she freed the cork from the bottle and poured herself a large glass of champagne. Smiling to herself at how naughty she was being, she collected her bag from where she'd dropped it at the entrance and wandered over to the bedroom sipping on her second glass of champagne for the day.

The bed that greeted her was truly enormous, scattered with rose petals and piled high with soft looking lace-edged cushions. Christine couldn't help but notice the enormous mirrors in the room, including on the ceiling, and she blushed as she thought about all the things that had happened in that bed, and she couldn't help but notice how the bedhead contained a whole range of decorative features strategically placed to make for excellent hand holds. She took another sip from her champagne flute and was surprised to find it empty.

She retreated back into the kitchen for a refill, the bubbles in her glass echoing the thoughts surfacing and popping in her mind as she leaned her shapely butt against a plush couch. She arched her back as she stretched out languidly, feeling the tails of her sensible white business shirt pop out of her tailored black skirt. She sighed as she slid out of her jacket, hanging it loosely over the back of a chair as she freed her long, black hair from the tight bun that kept it in place atop her head. Feeling a little more relaxed as she replaced her buttoned down corporate persona with her more natural self she was surprised to find that she'd nearly finished her glass again.

"This expensive stuff is way too easy to drink." she said out loud, starting to feel the quiet in the enormous room. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors placed strategically around the room, noticing a slight flush in her pale cheeks and admiring her curves in the carefully tailored white shirt and black skirt. She poured another glass of champagne and watched herself as she unbuttoned her shirt low enough that you could see the satin top of her bra.

Christine giggled at herself, picturing going out dressed like this and the sorts of attention she'd get. She knew she was an attractive woman, she'd been getting told it for years, more years than she was really comfortable thinking about in some cases, but since she started her Masters at 18 she started to enjoy the attention. She hadn't had many opportunities to capitalise on it, her studies had been far too intense and her mother far too overbearing to date. Christine tousled her long, dark hair into what she imagined to be a playful roughness and gave herself a smouldering look picturing locking eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar and bringing him up into her new room. Giggles overtook her again as fantasies started to take over and she felt herself bite her bottom lip, a subconscious sign that she was more turned on than she realised.

Marvelling at how soft her own skin felt as her hands ran up her thighs, Christine slid her skirt up until it would barely count as a mini. With a grin, she deftly grabbed her panties and slid them off, feeling extra naughty as she dropped them onto one of the couches. She looked herself up and down in a full length mirror, skirt hugging her shapely form tightly, shirt artfully unbuttoned and loose revealing a generous amount of cleavage, clever green eyes sparkling above the gentle flush of her cheeks. She saw herself biting her bottom lip at the sultry look she had achieved, a look that she'd never dared to wear outside her bedroom. She marvelled at the way the same outfit that she'd worn so often to work morphed into something that wouldn't be out of place in the porn she watched on the rare occasions she had time to herself. To enhance the look she pulled the skirt up higher, leaving a length that only barely covered the lower curve of her butt. Her mind wandered to the new toy buried deep in her bag, and she made her way back into the room, eyes catching on herself every time she caught a glimpse in another mirror.

Fishing through her bag she found the small, pink vibrator and looked at it through the clear clamshell packaging. She could feel her pulse increase as she started to imagine what it would feel like slowly sliding into her. She swore loudly as she struggled with the plastic, her hands shaking as she attempted to free it, feeling the anticipation building in her loins. Giving up, she carried the package with her as she stalked to the kitchen to find something to help get it open. As she took to the package with a large kitchen knife, Christine was startled by a knock at the door. She dropped the bright package and knife with a crash onto the table, sending her empty champagne glass flying across the table to shatter with a crash. Christine swore loudly, scrambling to collect the knife and the vibrator from where they had fallen to the floor when she heard the click of the door opening.

"Is everything OK in here, Miss Cooper? Oh. Sorry." a masculine voice echoed through the door and Christine bolted upright, hands pulling her skirt down to cover herself more fully, certain that whoever had just come in had had a good view of her bare ass. Her lust gave way to anger as she thought of someone seeing her in her current state. She spun around quickly, and stopped suddenly as she saw the hotel staffer that had opened the door, an angry exclamation dying on her lips unuttered. He. Was. Gorgeous. Tall, well muscled physique obvious through the hotel uniform he made look like an Armani suit. Tightly curled brown hair crowned a face that belonged on the cover of a magazine. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the lines of his flawless cheekbones flushed a bright scarlet as he conspicuously looked towards the ceiling.

"I'm sorry Miss Cooper. I heard the crash and wanted to make sure you were OK. I didn't mean to walk in on you."

Christine's anger sublimated back into lust, deeper and stronger than she'd felt previously. "Thank you for coming to my rescue." She fumbled for the right words, remembering her bare feet and the broken glass on the tiles of the kitchen "I could use some help, I don't have any shoes on and I'm worried about stepping on glass."

"Oh." he said quickly, "let me assist."

In two long strides the tall young man had closed the distance between them and swept her off her feet, lifting her easily and carrying her to a couch before settling her down gently on it. It was Christine's turn to blush scarlet as she hurriedly tried to make sure all of her bits were covered, looking up at the earnest young man.

"I thought more that you could get me my shoes, but this works too." Christine felt her pulse racing faster as thoughts of being held in those strong arms for a little longer seeped into her fantasies for the night.

"Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes around pretty girls." He shook his head as if to clear it, attempting to put on a serious expression as his eyes tried their best not to stray down from Christine's face. "I mean. It seemed the most effective way to ensure your safety, Miss Cooper. Let me send for someone to come and clean up the glass."

Christine giggled, knowing her face was flushed scarlet from embarrassment and other, more fun feelings. "So. Why were you knocking? And who are you?"

"Oh. I'm Oscar. I'm filling in as the penthouse concierge tonight and was told that I needed to introduce myself to the guests." The timbre of his voice seemed to vibrate through Christine's body with every word. "You were the last on my list, I didn't mean to barge in, honestly. And I didn't see anything. And sorry I picked you up. I'm not doing a great job today, am I?"

Christine's giggle turned into a laugh as she slid into a sitting position, feeling her skirt slide back up her thighs as she did so but no longer caring as she looked up at this supermodel of a man, a forlorn expression on his face.

"You're my saviour." Christine laughed, trying her best to put a sultry tone note into her voice to mask her nervousness. It had been a long time since she'd been alone in a room with a man, and never with one this attractive. She could see his eyes flicking down from her face to admire her cleavage, still artfully arranged from her time seeing just how slutty she could make herself look. An idea flashed through her mind as a surreal boldness seized her.

"Maybe you can help me out by opening a package for me? It's still in the kitchen, and there's glass." Oscar's expression brightened slightly.

"I'll be right back, Miss Cooper.' He sprang out of the room, crossing the distance in only a few strides, looking just as delightful from behind as he had from in front.

************

Christine breathed in deeply, trying to slow her pulsing heart rate. Had that gorgeous man really seen her bare butt? She waited for the embarrassment to flood over her and was shocked when it didn't come. A voice from somewhere deep in her whispered 'don't you wish he'd seen more?' and Christine felt herself nodding at the thought. She thought about how effortlessly he'd picked her up, and how good that uniform looked on him, and how much she'd longed for the touch of a man. She wondered if he'd liked what he'd seen, and could feel herself biting her lip again as her whole body flushed warm. The excitement she'd felt about finally getting to make use of her first ever sex toy was replaced by fantasies of a real man sliding into her. She could hear the little voice in her whispering that she should seduce him, and Christine felt a thrill of pleasure run down her spine at the thought. Why the hell shouldn't she at least try? She knew she looked good, she knew he looked good, and if it all went wrong she wasn't any worse off than she was before. She ran all of the scenes she'd seen in movies, porn or otherwise in which a woman snared an unsuspecting man and thought about how to make it happen.

Christine adjusted her outfit, smiling with satisfaction as she looked up at herself in a ceiling mirror and saw that everything was perfectly aligned to barely cover all of the essentials. She had barely settled herself back down to wait when Oscar bustled back on, a flurry of dustpan, brush and muscles as he glided into the kitchen, effortlessly taking care of the broken glass as Christine watched, amazed at how deeply he was able to squat as he swept. Mind made up, Christine sat up on the couch, knees parted just enough that she was sure that it was obvious that there was nothing under her skirt. She waited until she saw him scoop up the clamshell package containing what she had hoped would be her evening's entertainment before he'd walked in. He paused, clearly looking at it and wondering what he was supposed to do next.

"So. What exactly didn't you see earlier, Oscar?" She called out in what she prayed was a playful voice. He spun quickly on his heels, still in a low crouch. He pulled his eyes from the bright vibrator in his hand and started to look up at Christine, eyes freezing as they saw directly up her skirt, pausing as they saw her smooth, pale thighs.

"Was it this?" She asked, spreading her legs wider and leaving no doubt that there was nothing between his eyes and her smooth pussy. She couldn't help but giggle as she saw his jaw drop, cursing how her giggles ruined the seductress vibe she was hoping to achieve. Her giggles turned into a laugh as Oscar quickly stood, eyes never leaving Christine's lap. "I'm sorry," she managed through her laugh "I'm not very good at this seductress thing."