Convention

Convention Convention

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

This is something I thought up. Thinking about maybe making this into a longer story or even a smutty book. Let me know what you think. warning: Extremely rough! not edited!

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Summary

This is something I thought up. Thinking about maybe making this into a longer story or even a smutty book. Let me know what you think.

warning: Extremely rough! not edited!

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Submitted: June 14, 2012

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Submitted: June 14, 2012

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After checking her image in the mirror one last time, and for just a moment admiring the figure she worked so hard to achieve, she assured herself that every hair was in its place and not a wrinkle was in her dress. She was ready to schmooze, whatever that means, and hopefully get some of these people interested in her company. She left the hotel room and made her way to the elevator. Just as she pushed the recall button a door opened down the hallway and HE stepped out.

 

Oh no?she thought to herself, I didn’t realize he was on the same floor! She started eagerly pushing the recall button, hoping the elevator would quickly arrive and save her from having to ride down with Mr. Thane Wesley. Unfortunately, Thane looked up at the sound of her frantic activity and flashed that ridiculously charming smile at her.

 

“Good evening, Ms. Theroux.” He said as he calmly walked to her side. “You’re looking rather beautiful. Perhaps you would join me later this evening – after these silly opening ceremonies are over with of course. “

 

“It’s MRS. Theroux, and thank you, but I don’t think I should be joining you at all this weekend. As you may recall, I am married Mr. Wesley.” With that the elevator arrived and she stepped in hoping, though knowing it’s highly unlikely, that Mr. Wesley would take the stairs to the banquet room.

 

“Yes, MS. Theroux, you’ve made it perfectly clear that you’re married,” he replied as he followed her into the elevator. As the doors closed, Claire closed her eyes, silently sending up a wish that the elevator traveled the 10 floors down to the lobby at lightning fast speed. “However, I have no intentions of wining and dining you.” Claire opened her eyes, her brow furrowed, what? She thought to herself.

 

“I do not intend to whisk you away from your husband,” he continued with a slight chuckle. Claire’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, thinking how silly she must be to misinterpret Mr. Wesley’s words.  “No, Ms. Theroux, I intend to fuck you.”

 

Claire’s face turned an even brighter shade of red and she gasped at what she had just heard. She was speechless, her thoughts were racing with what she should say to this incredibly crude man, but for some reason she couldn’t find the breath to speak her mind. What was worse was that she suddenly found herself pushed into the corner of the elevator, Thane’s arm above her head supporting his weight as his other hand ran up and down her side. “I intend to seduce you, Ms. Theroux,” he whispered, his lips on her neck, “but I will not give you roses, I will not hold your hand,” his knuckles grazed the side of her face and his groin pushed up against hers, “you will see no gifts from me, no sweet words, no promises.” Claire’s eyes shut tight, she was suddenly too hot, and when she opened her eyes again she saw above his shoulder that there were only 3 floors left to go. “I do not intend to fly you to the moon Ms. Theroux, in fact,” his breath was hot on her cheek and his lips brushed the corner of her lips, “the only place I intend to have you land is on my hard,” Claire’s eyes opened extremely wide, “fat,” oh my god, “cock.”

 

Thane Wesley stood straight and smirked down at Claire, smoothed his jacket and turned to face the elevator doors just as they opened onto the lobby. He saw someone he knew walking into the banquet hall and with a hearty “Jack!” he was gone.

 

Claire was left standing in the elevator, shaking, sweat beading on her forehead as she tried to catch her breath.  She was hot, so hot, uncomfortably so, and there was moist heat radiating from between her legs. She was also angry. Who does he think he is!?!  She thought to herself. Her face became redder still, and she stood, straightening her dress and checking her hair. She was about to walk out to that Mr. Wesley and give him a piece of her mind, when the elevator doors closed.


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