Working For His Promotion Pt. 07

Adam wondered whether to call Joanne and alert her to his concern. He hated to think that she was heading into a trap, putting out for a man who probably was never likely to sign. Adam had the phone in his hand, about to call Joanne to recommend to her that they abandon the plan without completing the Larry seduction. But he stopped dialling when Robert's PA, Helen buzzed him on the intercom.

"Adam, can you tell me the address for Larry Griffin's company? I'm just preparing the contract forms and I don't like to interrupt Robert and Mr. Griffin ... I can hear them in there having a drink and telling filthy stories."

"When were you asked to prepare the contracts, Helen?"

"Oh, this morning some time, Adam ... I don't know, about an hour ago. Why?"

"Oh ... its probably nothing, but I just got the impression that this was a wasted exercise, that Larry never intended to buy off us."

"I think you're wrong, Adam ... Robert told me yesterday that he's been trying to get Larry to sign for years and he thinks this is our best chance ever."

"Okay Helen ... well that's good then. I'll dig out that address for you."

Adam placed the handset for his phone back into the cradle. 'It might be as well to leave arrangements as they are ... and I won't call Joanne just yet. Don't want to panic her.'

Adam was looking out of his office window when he saw Robert and Larry leave for lunch ... they had been up in Robert's office for over an hour, sampling the contents of the liquor cabinet.

The afternoon dragged on ... Adam had to find things to do since he had mapped out this day to be with Larry all day. Several times, he went up to Robert's office to see if the two men had returned. Each time, Helen said she would let him know when they did.

Adam was again looking out of the office window – or was that still - when he saw Robert come back in his car ... alone. 'What is going on,' pondered Adam. 'It might be time to call Joanne.'

He called her cell phone, it rang a long while. As he was about to give up, she answered. "Jo, it's Adam, where are you?"

"I've just arrived, darling ... just got out of the cab. I won't be long."

"Arrived ... arrived where, Jo?"

"At the hotel, Adam ... aren't you here with Robert and Larry?"

"No ... no I'm not! Honey, it's been a crazy day."

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I haven't got time to hear about it now ... I'm just walking into the foyer, I thought that I was meeting you and Robert and Larry here."

"No, I'm not there, Robert cut me out of things about eleven this morning, I've been sitting in my office all day, wondering what was going on."

"Why didn't you call to tell me that things were different this time? Robert called about two from the restaurant, said you guys were all having lunch, I figured that meant you too. He said the day had gone a lot quicker than expected and that could I meet in the foyer at four ... they were bringing the arrangements forward a few hours. He said Larry couldn't wait to meet me. Oh, just a minute, there's a man standing in front of me ... this might be him."

Through the phone, Adam could hear Larry's unmistakably annoying voice. "Hey Joanne, it has to be you ,,, man, what a knockout! All that red hair ... you are exactly how Robert described you. I'll bet it's red somewhere else too, eh! What do you say, let's you and I go some place quiet so I can check that out."

"Oh, yes ... sure!" Adam heard her answering Larry and then in hushed tones, she whispered to Adam through the phone, "Darling, I've got to go ... talk to you when I can."

Now Adam felt even worse. Not only was he himself left out of the sales process with Larry, but a serious change of plans had been dropped on Joanne. What would this mean for her? Why had Robert acted so mysteriously in separating Adam from the potential client? Adam had to get some answers, he hurried up to Robert's office.

Helen was not at her desk outside Robert's office and when Adam tried the door handle, he found it locked. Adam paused outside the door for a moment ... from within Adam could hear what sounded like a woman in the peak moments of an orgasm. He guessed it was Helen ... she must again be pleasuring Robert. Adam retreated back to his office to wait for another opportunity.

He waited nearly an hour, it was now almost 5pm ... he went back up to try to see Robert. Helen was back at her desk, looking very demure and secretarial. "Can I see him please Helen?"

"I'm sorry, Adam ... he's gone for the day."

"More like come for the day, isn't it, Helen?" said Adam, annoyed at not being able to ask Robert what he had put Joanne in for.

"Whatever do you mean, Adam?"

"I was up here before, I could hear you coming through the door. What did he give you ... a quick fuck on his lap, or did he lick you out?"

"Don't be so disgusting, Adam!"

"Oh, don't give me that prim and proper butter wouldn't melt in your mouth carry on. Butter mightn't melt in your mouth, but I'll bet Robert's cock would."

Helen turned back to her computer screen, trying to ignore Adam's inferences. "How dare you! I have no idea what you're talking about."

Adam gave up and returned to his office, concerned for the welfare of his wife. He didn't like that the plans had changed so drastically this time ... he still had an uneasy feeling about Robert's involvement. He packed up his things and went home – alone ... this was going to be the longest night for Adam.

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Adam put his bag down in the hall and walked to the kitchen ... he grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. His thoughts of Joanne and what she might be doing right now came flooding back as he entered their bedroom. On their bed was an array of her sexy undies and bras, plus two of her special seductive dresses that she had worn on previous dates. She had obviously been in a rush to select something special to wear when the time to meet Larry was brought forward. Adam wondered what she had eventually settled on ... 'I'll bet that whatever it was, she would look a million dollars.'

Adam went into the living room and watched the news on TV, trying to concentrate. He had a second beer and about 7.30 he decided that he better eat something. Adam took a steak from the refrigerator and cooked it medium/rare, with just enough blood oozing onto his plate. He ate it while reading the sports pages of today's paper.

He was back in the living room in front of the TV by 9pm. When he searched the program guide and could find nothing that appealed, he went to his secret stash and picked out a porno movie. Even viewing this was difficult ... every position the women found themselves in caused Adam to think 'I wonder if Joanne is having that done to her right now?'

He took his cock out and tried to wank to the movie, but he just couldn't get a suitable rhythm going and he soon gave up. Adam thought about going to bed but he knew that he wouldn't sleep. His mind was plagued by the changed arrangements and he even contemplated calling Robert up at home. 'If I do, what am I going to say ... it's just my hunch that he's cooked up something. He's hardly going to admit it.'

At 11pm, Adam decided that he couldn't wait any longer ... he had to be reassured that his wife was okay. He called her cell phone ... to his pleasant surprise she answered. "Yes, what is it?" Her voice was alert, but her tone was abrupt ... she knew it was Adam, his number had come up on the screen.

"Are you okay ... where are you? Are you still at the hotel?"

"I've been better! Yes, I'm still here!"

Her answers re-enforced his apprehension. "What's wrong, honey?"

"It hasn't been a great night ... nothing like the others."

"But are you okay ... do you want me to come down?"

"No, I'll cope with it, you stay there ... try to get some sleep, darling. I'm hoping to be home well before dawn."

"Where's Larry now?"

"He's sleeping, can't you hear him snoring?"

"No, no I can't ... listen Jo, can't you just leave?"

"Not yet, I haven't got the order."

"Oh, fuck the order ... you're more important than the order. If he's giving you a bad time, just get out of there."

"Darling, don't worry, I'll live. I've grown up a bit through these experiences, although this has been very different. Don't know how much I want to tell you though."

"We're in this together, darling ... you'll need to tell me to get it off your chest."

"Yeah, well if we're a team, why aren't you down here taking it in the arse from this prick."

"Not another one, Jo ... I'm so sorry. As I said, fuck the order and get out if he's giving you a hard time."

"Yeah well, I've come this far ... oh shit, he's waking up, gotta go, darling ... I love you!"

The phone line went dead and Adam was again left with his thoughts while on the TV with the sound down, the heroine of the movie gave a miraculous blow job to the guy with the big donger. Adam sat staring at the TV, but not taking it in ... he thought about driving down to the hotel. 'What on earth am I going to do? Knock the door down and rescue Jo and blow our cover? I suppose I could always sit in the foyer and wait for her. Yes, I'll do that!'

Adam rushed out to the car on this impulsive move and drove down to the hotel. Once there, he thought about finding a spot to sit in the bar where he could watch the foyer, but was worried he could miss seeing Joanne come out. Instead, he settled into a deep lounge chair in the middle of the hotel foyer, facing the elevators and settled in for the wait. 'I must not drop asleep,' he told himself. Each time the bell went above the elevator doors, Adam looked expectantly toward the opening car door. It was a quiet time at the hotel ... the bell above the elevator door only went thirty times between 11pm and 1.50am ... that's a lot of expectation, only to have his hopes dashed each time.

Shortly before 2am, the bell went again, Adam by now was only giving a cursory glance. He had found a magazine rack and was wading through every copy. He looked up casually ... this time he was pleased to see his wife at last emerging from the elevator car. He jumped up expectantly ... the prospect of being with Joanne caused his heart to skip a beat.

But Adam's exhilaration at seeing her quickly turned to despair. His usually elegant, beautiful wife looked dishevelled, her flaming red shoulder-length hair was untidy, she was barefoot and her expensive dress was crumpled ... she carried her bra, stiletto-heeled shoes and black stockings in one hand. She walked ever so slowly and appeared to be limping. Adam rushed forward to greet her. As he got closer, he saw that her make-up was streaked and runny and her eyes were red, she had obviously been crying. Basically, she looked terrible.

He threw his arms around her and hugged her ... his love and affection was the trigger to unload her emotions. She immediately began sobbing, her body trembling as she unleashed her grief. "It's okay honey, you're with me now ... it's all over. Come on, let's get you home."

Adam, with one arm firmly around her shoulder, led her out through the front door of the hotel ... and on to his car parked outside. He held the door open for her to slip into the front passenger seat and got a Britney moment as her legs spread and he could see that she was not wearing her panties, white splotches of dried cum stains were visible on her upper thighs. She tucked the second leg into the car and he closed the door on that disturbing scene.

He ran around to the driver's door and jumped in, quickly turning the key for the motor to spring into action. As they pulled away from the front of the hotel, Adam looked across at a sight he never wanted to witness again. His usually beautiful wife sat hunched in the car seat, staring unfocussed out through the front window, her body still shaking as she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Honey, do you need medical help? Should we go by a hospital?"

Without turning to look at her husband, she said simply "Just take me home!"

They travelled in silence, the journey taking only about 20 minutes at that time of the morning ... her sobs were the only sound above the roar of the engine. At home, Adam parked on the driveway and rushed around to help her out of the car, again protectively placing an arm around her shoulder to guide her to their front door.

Once inside in their living room, Adam stopped and turned to her. "What do you want to do, Jo? Do you want me to run you a warm bath ... would you like a cup of coffee ... or do you want to sit and talk about it first?"

She managed to stop sobbing long enough to answer her husband. "All of them, I want all of them. Can you run a bath please ... I need to soak and scrub, I feel so dirty at the moment. When I'm finished, I'd like to sit and talk over a coffee. I'm not sure if I'll be able to tell you all the things he did to me, but it's important for you to know what I've been through tonight ... so I'll try."

Adam left her long enough to hurry to the bathroom and start the hot water running. When he came out, he found her in their bedroom. She had dropped her bra, black stockings and shoes on the floor and was standing unsteadily, trying to unfasten the dress. Adam came over to help her with the dress and then eased it down, exposing her naked body.

He was standing behind her, but looking over her head into the dresser mirror where he could see the whole front of her body exposed. There were quite a few bruises, particularly on her breasts and around her nipples, and on the insides of her upper thighs. When Adam looked away from the mirror and directly at her back in front of him, he saw up close that there were bruises all over her arse cheeks and some bits of red on the cheeks that might be dried blood.

"Shit honey, you are a mess, what did this prick do to you?"

"Not now, Adam ... give me some time in the bath ... I just want to soak and reflect on everything that went on." She moved out of his arms and started for the bathroom. "Oh, by the way, the only good thing to come out of this horrible night is that he signed up."

Adam's face brightened. "Oh honey, that's great ... congratulations."

"Yeah well, don't get too carried away, there could be a catch in the fine print."

"No Jo, what do you mean?"

"Please, just give me some time in the bath and I'll try to explain everything."

She left the room and Adam watched her go with anxiety. In the past, he had always been so keen to hear her describe what she had done with each of the men. This time, the vibes were bad and he didn't know how much he wanted to hear. At the back of Adam's mind was another concern ... every time that she told him about her sexual trysts, he had grown an enormous hard-on. He desperately wanted not to get one this time, because it had appeared to be such a harrowing experience for his wife.

Adam went out to the kitchen to make the coffee, but it would be half an hour before his wife appeared from her relaxing bath. She had covered up her bruised body in a floor-length gown, her hair was washed and the flowing red locks again framed her beautiful face that seemed to have escaped the night unblemished.

"Honey, I'll pour the coffee now, just have a seat on the lounge." She did and he was back quickly with two cups. It was now almost 3am, but it would be nearly dawn before the two of them would get some sleep. Adam looked at her expectantly, but with concern etched on his face.

"I got a call here about two from Robert, telling me that the plans had changed, that this Larry Griffin had asked to cut short his time at the factory and that you guys were having lunch with him instead of the usual dinner plans. Robert may not have said your name, but I really got the impression from him that you were there with them ... I don't know if that was intentional or not."

"Are you suggesting that Robert inferred I was there at lunch to deceive you?"

"I really don't know, darling. Anyway, he told me that Larry still wanted to meet with me, it was just unlikely that he would feel like dinner after such a big lunch. Robert said come to the hotel around four and we'll introduce you ... I'm sure he said we. So, that didn't leave me too much time ... you know how I like to prepare for these nights ... a very sudsy bath, clean all my openings." She tried a half-smile, but her suggestive comment had caused Adam's cock to stir and he panicked, not wanting to appear to be enjoying this tale.

Joanne continued, "It was a bit of a rush, but I made it. I darted into the hotel foyer and there was no sign of you or Robert ... that's when you called me, do you remember?"

"Yes I do, that was an awful call. That was when I learned that Robert had changed the plans on you ... I'd been left out of the loop. Through the phone I could hear your opening conversation with Larry. I almost wished I hadn't, he made some lewd suggestion about wanting to see if your pubes were as red as your hair. But then you hung up and I was left to wonder what was happening for the next eight hours."

"Yes, well after I hung up from you, I tried to divert him into the bar, anywhere that there were people. But he was having none of that ... he just took a firm grip of my arm and propelled me toward the elevators, my feet barely touched the ground. All the way up to his floor, we stood side by side, there were others in the elevator. But his hand just roamed back and forth and up and down, all over my arse. He even tried to push his finger in between the cheeks, I had to wriggle away."

"So it didn't feel good from the start, he was behaving like a lech."

"He sure was ... then as soon as we were in his room, he was all over me. There was no kissing, at least not on my lips ... there was nothing that resembled foreplay or romance or seduction. Just his teeth biting my neck and his hands everywhere ... on my arse, my breasts, lifting my dress to shove his hand between my legs. I tried to call a stop ... even a pause would have been nice. We were only just inside the door and I hadn't even put my purse down. Then that arm of his steering me, he just pushed me along ... into the bedroom. He pretty much threw me onto the bed."

Joanne reached for the box of tissues that she had brought from the bathroom and wiped a tear from her eye. "He had his clothes off in no time at all and I saw his cock ... oh my God, it was an ugly thing ... and he was hard, the head was all purple and angry looking. From where I was lying on the bed, I was looking up at him and I asked him if he could give me a minute to go to the bathroom ... I told him I wanted to prepare."

"You'd only just come from home, you surely didn't want to take a piss already."

"Jesus, damn male logic ... that's what he said. But I was worried ... he looked like he was about to jump on me there and then. I was guessing that I was as dry as the desert down between my legs ... he had done nothing to warm me up. And looking at his ugly cock wasn't going to do it. I wanted to get in the bathroom with my purse, I had the KY with me and I was going to put some all around down there. But he wasn't having any of that ... he reached over and practically ripped the dress off me. The same with my stockings, he snagged those."

Adam voiced his interim concern. "I can see why you're upset, honey."

"I've only just begun, Adam ... this part was nothing. You better save your compassion for the later bits. As I expected, as soon as the dress was gone, he's on the bed, shoving his knees between mine to get my legs spread. I started pleading with him to go slower, I told him that I would make it good if he would just wait for me to be ready. He wasn't having any of that ... he wanted that hard-on up inside me, no matter what. And that's exactly where it went. His hands, his fingers never touched me ... he didn't try to kiss or fondle my breasts ... or to stick his fingers in me first, you know, just to pave the way. No, he just got that damned ugly purple cock and shoved it into me dry. He never paused, just shoved the damn thing all the way in ... one hard thrust! God, it hurt!"