Here is an excerpt from a 5500 word story that involves two ladies and a man who is new to the company. They are all at a sales conference and the protagonist, Jake, is trying to flirt with the hot redhead, Amy without going over the line.
Amy began to pick up her flirting game. She whispered some gibberish in Jake’s ear a few times which made his skin tingle. Then she put down her drink and stuck her hands inside his jacket and into his armpits. “See how cold it is?” she bellowed. Jake recoiled a bit. Amy’s eyebrows raised. “Awww. What’s wrong? Ticklish?”
Jake awkwardly answered affirmatively and nervously looked around the bar. He would reciprocate the flirtations but he wanted no one from the company seeing it. The last thing he needed as a new employee was to be labeled as that guy that got drunk and fooled around with a sales rep at the national sales meeting.
Gayle snuck up and gave him a little poke that made him twitch. “I believe he is, boss.” she said. Jake loved the attention but his face still seared with embarrassment and he wondered if he could still get out of this without cheating on his wife. The line hadn’t been crossed, but they were all a bit drunk and the hotel lobby was almost empty. His face felt tight and warm, but he still managed to see himself getting on a plane tomorrow with his conscience intact.
His resolve essentially ended with two words from the bar. “Last call!” shouted the bartender.
“Oh man,” Amy pouted. “It’s early and we’re not done yet.” She then turned to Jake and Gayle and said, “Let’s get a bottle of wine and head up to Jake’s room.”
Jake’s heart raced but his face relaxed. This was it. He was going to score with Amy. He resigned himself to it. He forgot all about his thoughts of infidelity, and now focused his anxiety of seeing if Amy actually wanted to sleep with him.
There were some more pokes and hugs in the elevator ride to the seventh floor and when the door opened, they headed down the hall toward Jake’s room. “Hang out for a sec,” Amy said. “I’m going to go change. My room is just around the corner.” She headed off while Jake and Gayle entered his room and began getting things ready.
A few minutes later, Amy entered now dressed in a spaghetti strap top and baggy flannel pajama pants. “Let’s get the party started!” she yelled as she walked over to the table.
Gayle turned on the TV and put it on a music channel. Then the three of them drank and swapped some stories interlaced with a few pokes and other playful flirtations. Amy moved increasingly closer to Jake who was sitting on the edge of his bed. After twenty minutes of chit chat and more than a little flirting, Amy got up to go to the bathroom. She returned with a strange look on her face. She looked at Gayle and asked her to go on the balcony for a smoke. “Give us a minute, Jake,” she said, and they headed out.
When they got back, they put down their glasses and looked at Jake. The flirty and fun ambiance disappeared. Amy’s face held an almost disappointed expression. “Jake,” Amy said seriously. “Let’s play a little game ok?”
“Um, sure.” Jake replied. He didn’t quite know what to make of this new attitude.
“Lay down on the bed and give me your hand.” Gayle demanded. She took his hand and before he realized what was happening, she securely tied it to a bed post with one of his neck ties.
“What the hell?” he said with a start.
“Don’t worry, baby.” cooed Amy. “It’s ok. You’ll like this,” she lied.
“OK.”
The two women secured his other wrist. Jake couldn’t move his hands or arms at all. He couldn’t believe he let himself get into this situation.
Gayle and Amy stood at the foot of the bed for a minute, hands on hips, and looked him over. “What do we do with him?” Amy asked.
-skips ahead to avoid major spoilers-
Gayle turned to Amy. “Shoes?”
Amy turned back and nodded. “Shoes.”
Amy laid down across Jakes legs while Gayle took off his dress shoes. Jake squirmed a bit as though trying some sort of wrestling move. Amy turned and looked Jake in the face. “Don’t you dare try to throw me off. Gayle’s going to take your socks off now and if you so much as twitch, we’ll cut your clothes off with scissors and leave you here for the maid. Got it?”
Jake nodded. He could feel sweat on the back of his neck. What were they going to do? Many thoughts ran through his mind. They already tied his hands so they wouldn’t be able to get his shirt all the way off. Were they going to steal his clothes? This entire thing didn’t make a lot of sense.
After his socks were off, the two women stood up and looked over their catch. Amy whispered something to her partner and they both knelt down at the foot of the bed and each grabbed one of Jakes ankles. “Here’s what you get big boy.” Amy said tersely. They both started slowly tickling his bare feet while holding his legs down with their free hand.
Jake’s eyes shot open and he started panting and trying to talk. “H…Holy shit! What are you do…doing?”
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Amy began to pick up her flirting game. She whispered some gibberish in Jake’s ear a few times which made his skin tingle. Then she put down her drink and stuck her hands inside his jacket and into his armpits. “See how cold it is?” she bellowed. Jake recoiled a bit. Amy’s eyebrows raised. “Awww. What’s wrong? Ticklish?”
Jake awkwardly answered affirmatively and nervously looked around the bar. He would reciprocate the flirtations but he wanted no one from the company seeing it. The last thing he needed as a new employee was to be labeled as that guy that got drunk and fooled around with a sales rep at the national sales meeting.
Gayle snuck up and gave him a little poke that made him twitch. “I believe he is, boss.” she said. Jake loved the attention but his face still seared with embarrassment and he wondered if he could still get out of this without cheating on his wife. The line hadn’t been crossed, but they were all a bit drunk and the hotel lobby was almost empty. His face felt tight and warm, but he still managed to see himself getting on a plane tomorrow with his conscience intact.
His resolve essentially ended with two words from the bar. “Last call!” shouted the bartender.
“Oh man,” Amy pouted. “It’s early and we’re not done yet.” She then turned to Jake and Gayle and said, “Let’s get a bottle of wine and head up to Jake’s room.”
Jake’s heart raced but his face relaxed. This was it. He was going to score with Amy. He resigned himself to it. He forgot all about his thoughts of infidelity, and now focused his anxiety of seeing if Amy actually wanted to sleep with him.
There were some more pokes and hugs in the elevator ride to the seventh floor and when the door opened, they headed down the hall toward Jake’s room. “Hang out for a sec,” Amy said. “I’m going to go change. My room is just around the corner.” She headed off while Jake and Gayle entered his room and began getting things ready.
A few minutes later, Amy entered now dressed in a spaghetti strap top and baggy flannel pajama pants. “Let’s get the party started!” she yelled as she walked over to the table.
Gayle turned on the TV and put it on a music channel. Then the three of them drank and swapped some stories interlaced with a few pokes and other playful flirtations. Amy moved increasingly closer to Jake who was sitting on the edge of his bed. After twenty minutes of chit chat and more than a little flirting, Amy got up to go to the bathroom. She returned with a strange look on her face. She looked at Gayle and asked her to go on the balcony for a smoke. “Give us a minute, Jake,” she said, and they headed out.
When they got back, they put down their glasses and looked at Jake. The flirty and fun ambiance disappeared. Amy’s face held an almost disappointed expression. “Jake,” Amy said seriously. “Let’s play a little game ok?”
“Um, sure.” Jake replied. He didn’t quite know what to make of this new attitude.
“Lay down on the bed and give me your hand.” Gayle demanded. She took his hand and before he realized what was happening, she securely tied it to a bed post with one of his neck ties.
“What the hell?” he said with a start.
“Don’t worry, baby.” cooed Amy. “It’s ok. You’ll like this,” she lied.
“OK.”
The two women secured his other wrist. Jake couldn’t move his hands or arms at all. He couldn’t believe he let himself get into this situation.
Gayle and Amy stood at the foot of the bed for a minute, hands on hips, and looked him over. “What do we do with him?” Amy asked.
-skips ahead to avoid major spoilers-
Gayle turned to Amy. “Shoes?”
Amy turned back and nodded. “Shoes.”
Amy laid down across Jakes legs while Gayle took off his dress shoes. Jake squirmed a bit as though trying some sort of wrestling move. Amy turned and looked Jake in the face. “Don’t you dare try to throw me off. Gayle’s going to take your socks off now and if you so much as twitch, we’ll cut your clothes off with scissors and leave you here for the maid. Got it?”
Jake nodded. He could feel sweat on the back of his neck. What were they going to do? Many thoughts ran through his mind. They already tied his hands so they wouldn’t be able to get his shirt all the way off. Were they going to steal his clothes? This entire thing didn’t make a lot of sense.
After his socks were off, the two women stood up and looked over their catch. Amy whispered something to her partner and they both knelt down at the foot of the bed and each grabbed one of Jakes ankles. “Here’s what you get big boy.” Amy said tersely. They both started slowly tickling his bare feet while holding his legs down with their free hand.
Jake’s eyes shot open and he started panting and trying to talk. “H…Holy shit! What are you do…doing?”
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Hope you like it. It's in the final editing phase right now.
Thanks!
