Tom arrived at the hotel early on Saturday evening. With almost two hours to kill, he lingered over a Scotch in the bar, then headed up to his room. 

Though he wasn't at all eager to spend the night with Charlotte, he understood it was in his best interest to make sure their time together went as smoothly as possible. With a critical eye, he studied the hotel room and decided it should meet his assistant's high standards. 

Standing at the window, he gazed out on the surrounding city. The view was lovely, just as he'd requested. Of course, Charlotte wouldn't get to enjoy it much. By the time she reached the hotel, darkness would soon be falling.

Tom wore his finest suit, one Charlotte had complimented him on in the past. Out of anxious boredom, he checked the contents of the overnight bag he'd brought: standard toiletries, a more comfortable change of clothes, condoms. As the minutes passed, his irritation continued to grow. He knew he'd have to keep it in check once Charlotte arrived.

Scrolling through his emails, he considered this a night wasted. At the very least, he could be working on a project whose deadline loomed at the end of the month. Best-case scenario? He would have spent the evening fucking Victoria in his own bed.

At ten minutes till eight, Tom headed down to the lobby. The Scotch had failed to ease the tension in his shoulders, and he wished he had time for another. He was used to performing under pressure, but dealing with Charlotte was far different than negotiating with business associates. Trying to intuit her motives, or even her next move, was like trying to keep hold of a slippery, wriggling eel. 

He'd just sat down in a chair when Charlotte entered the hotel, carrying her own overnight bag. Before any of the hotel staff had a chance to greet her, she spotted Tom and smiled. Immediately, he rose and strode toward her. All the while, he tried not to stare at her outfit, which consisted of a strapless black dress and precariously high heels. The dress was made of some kind of stretchy material that clung to her slender frame. It also revealed an indecent amount of thigh.

Christ, everyone will think I hired a hooker, Tom thought, even as he managed a warm smile. 

"Charlotte, you look beautiful," he told her. "Let me take that."

While Charlotte handed over her bag, he noticed that she'd applied a subtle amount of makeup. Her brown hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and though she still wore her glasses, he was struck by how different she now appeared. 

Standing at her side, Tom placed a hand on the small of her back. "Would you like a drink at the bar?" he asked. 

"Maybe later." As Charlotte spoke, her gaze moved over him. It was clear that she liked what she saw. "How about you show me to our room?"

Leading Charlotte to the elevator, Tom made sure his smile didn't waver. The young woman walked gingerly, obviously struggling in those heels. While covering the short distance, she ended up stumbling, and Tom was quick to wrap an arm around her waist. God forbid she fall and attract even more attention to them. 

"Thank you," she said, her own smile a little sheepish. "These damn heels are ridiculous."

"I don't know how you women walk in them." 

"In my case, not very well!"

Once they were alone in the elevator, she stepped out of the troublesome shoes and stood barefoot beside him. Tonight, she'd forgone pantyhose or stockings. Tom couldn't help but wonder if she'd forgone panties, too, as she clearly wasn't wearing a bra.

Lifting her head, she met his gaze. Before he could avert his eyes, she said in a low, commanding voice, "Kiss me."

He turned toward her, then cupped a hand against the back of her head. Holding her fast, he pressed his lips to hers. She practically went limp in his grasp, allowing him to kiss her the way he kissed Victoria, with a barely restrained hunger. He had a feeling he'd be imagining Victoria many times over the next several hours.

The elevator chimed just before the doors slid open. Charlotte was the one to break the kiss, breathing faster. "That was very convincing," she said with a playful wink.

Tom didn't need to be told to retrieve her heels. Leaning down, he grabbed the shoes and then handed them to her. As they wordlessly walked down the corridor, he tried to gauge the effect their kiss had on him. His cock hadn't so much as stirred, but he'd be damned if he had performance issues tonight.

"This is a beautiful room!" Charlotte exclaimed when they were inside. Dropping her heels, she hurried to the window. The sun was setting over the city, streaking the sky with a dazzling array of colors. 

Tom slowly approached her, as one might an unpredictable animal. She kept her back to him, admiring the view. The moment he slipped his arms around her waist, she leaned back against him. It was beyond strange, embracing Charlotte the way he would a lover. 

"I'm glad I got here in time to see this," she murmured. 

"Me, too."

They stood there for a few more minutes, watching the day surrender to night. Finally, Charlotte turned to face him. "You look amazing in that suit."

Despite himself, Tom smiled. "I'm glad you approve."

Still in his arms, she glanced around the room. He followed her stare to the bedside table, where he'd left his phone. Without warning, she strode toward it.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone sharper than intended. He'd already made sure to change the settings on his phone so that it locked almost immediately after he'd finished using it. And he'd also changed all his passwords. Still, it made him wary to see the phone in Charlotte's hands. 

"Turning off your phone." As she powered down the device, her eyes met his. "Just to keep you honest."

Tom shook his head, incredulous. "You actually think I'm recording us? You're the one with a habit of invading people's privacy."

She released a barely audible sigh. "Would it make you feel better if I turned my phone off as well?"

"It would, actually."

After both phones were turned off and placed in the table drawer, Charlotte sat down on the edge of the bed. As she regarded Tom, her legs parted slightly, which made her dress ride farther up her thighs. "Get undressed," she told him, "and take your time doing it."

Despite his lingering irritation over the issue of the phone, he was glad Charlotte appeared unfazed by their brief squabble. In her eyes, he recognized the arousal she'd revealed while propositioning him at the office. 

Standing before her, he removed his suit coat, which he draped over a nearby chair. Charlotte's gaze never left him as he loosened his tie. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, her tongue darted out to glide along her bottom lip, and she rested a palm on her bare thigh. 

Tom moved at a leisurely pace, wanting to make it clear that her avid attention caused him no discomfort. All the while, Charlotte's fingers inched higher. 

By the time he'd tugged off his undershirt and cast it aside, she had her hand between her thighs. A faint moan emerged from her throat as she began touching herself. He quickly discovered she was naked beneath that dress; not even panties separated her fingers from her pussy. To his relief, the sight of her languidly masturbating made his cock pulse. It was then that he realized he'd have no problem fucking a woman whom he loathed. 

And while she wasn't his type, he could admit, at least to himself, that she was quite pretty tonight. Hell, if she'd simply come on to him without resorting to blackmail, he might have been tempted to indulge her. He'd never fucked a subordinate before, as it was simply asking for trouble, but at one time, he'd believed he could trust Charlotte. She'd been loyal and helpful to a fault. 

Even now, when Tom knew of her true nature, he found there was something almost refreshing about how different she was from the women he typically pursued. Though she had none of their poise, she also lacked their pretentiousness. 

Perched on that hotel room bed, her face grew flushed from the pleasure her fingers delivered. Slowly, he drew his belt from its loops, which prompted Charlotte to open her legs wider. Her full bush reminded him of his first college girlfriend, who had refused to shave her pussy simply because everyone else was doing it. 

Charlotte let out a whimper of frustration when Tom lingered over the task of removing his shoes and socks. When he finally lowered his pants, he noticed her stare was riveted to his crotch. Thank God he had a substantial bulge beneath his boxer briefs. 

"Come here," she said quietly.

Tom approached Charlotte in a casual manner. When he stood directly in front of her, she reached for the waistband of his underwear and gave it a downward tug. His cock, now fully hard, sprang forth. He was proud of his body and certainly didn't mind the appreciative look Charlotte gave it. 

In spite of his effort to remain nonchalant, he couldn't help but gasp when she leaned forward and pressed her face against his groin.

"I love the way you smell," he heard her say. 

He had the crazy impulse to stroke her hair, and to encourage her to see if she liked the way he tasted as well. Instead, he kept his hands at his sides. The sensation of her lips nuzzling his erection had him struggling to suppress his own moan. Never before had a woman so blatantly expressed her desire for him. There was no wasting time being coy here, at least not on Charlotte's part. Reluctantly, Tom acknowledged how much her need fueled his own excitement. 

"Go on and take these off," she ordered, pulling at the waistband of his briefs and allowing it to snap back against his thigh. 

"What about you?" he asked after doing as she said. "Are you going to take off that dress?"

Tilting her head back, Charlotte feigned innocence. "Do you want me to?"

Well aware of the role she wanted him to play, he replied, "I do. Very much."

Charlotte lowered the bodice of her dress just an inch, exposing more of her minimal cleavage. Her demeanor wasn't reluctant but teasing. 

Emboldened, Tom leaned forward. "Let me help you with that." 

In one swift motion, he yanked the bodice below her small breasts. Their pale pink nipples were already hard. Though Charlotte let out a startled cry, she didn't try to stop him from running his fingertips over those erect peaks. 

He eased Charlotte back onto the bed, then settled on top of her. His stiff cock was nestled between them, and he gave a gentle thrust while kissing her again. He'd grown used to, and now welcomed, her insistent tongue in his mouth. He felt her hips moving against him, as if she was dying to fuck. 

All in good time, Tom told himself. He had to make this last the entire night. 

His lips moved lower, tenderly suckling at Charlotte's neck. She wove her fingers through his hair, growing more vocal as her excitement increased. When she guided him downward, he readily yielded to her touch. 

Her nipples proved to be exquisitely sensitive, for she let out soft, mewling cries while he suckled each one in turn. His cock pulsed with its own anticipation, again assuring him he'd have no trouble staying hard. 

"Oh God, I love that!" Charlotte murmured.

Tom flicked his tongue over her left nipple while fondling the right. When he dared to give her a playful bite, she bucked fiercely beneath him. He fought to hide his grin. At least she was easy enough to please.

Allowing her nipple to escape his lips, he sat up and lifted her dress. She took charge, removing her glasses and then impatiently pulling the garment over her head. It was clingy to the last, leaving her hair tousled, but she merely brushed the disheveled strands from her face and lay back down. 

Tom spent a long moment gazing upon her naked body. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breaths, and when he ran his fingers through the dark curls covering her sex, she immediately spread herself wide, granting him easy access to her pussy. He enjoyed making her wait, drawing out her longing. Idly, he stroked his cock while regarding her. 

"I'm really wet," Charlotte suddenly confessed, her cheeks reddening even more.

Tom raised an eyebrow. Was that a hint of shyness she was displaying? Or was it merely another ruse? "Is that so? Maybe I should find out for myself."

Instead of diving right in, he spent time rubbing her feet and caressing her calves. She stared up at him as though he were a lover she'd somehow willed into existence. Locking eyes with her, Tom strove to look the part of a tender, lust-filled partner, for he never once forgot that she held the key to his future. 

Finally, she released a needy whine, encouraging him to settle between her spread legs. Those curls were indeed saturated with her juices. With a trembling hand, Charlotte parted her outer labia in invitation. Her inner folds were flushed a deep pink.

"Oh, you are wet." He circled a fingertip around her clit. It was small, like the rest of her, but apparently even more sensitive than her nipples, for she sucked in a sharp breath at that ghost of a touch. "And that's just how I want you," he went on. "I want you dripping while I feast on your pussy."

Closing his eyes, he breathed in deep. Her scent, heady and strong, was even more powerful as it clung to her pubic hair. He'd missed that, he realized. Again, fond memories of going down on his college girlfriend flooded his mind. 

While he licked and kissed Charlotte's inner thighs, getting the first hint of what her pussy would taste like, she pulled at her nipples, drawing them taut. Finally, he slid his tongue over her warm, slick flesh, journeying from her entrance to her clit. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

The tremor in Charlotte's voice only made Tom more fervent, and he soon lost himself in the act of eating her pussy. With his face buried between her thighs, it was far from difficult to forget that she was an enemy, someone he could never again trust. 

He'd always delighted in oral, never squeamish about the smell and taste of a woman's cunt. Perhaps she'd thought her ample pubic hair would turn him off, or at least make the task more challenging for him. If so, he quickly proved her wrong. 

As he now angled Charlotte's legs upward while keeping her spread wide, he eagerly worked the tip of his tongue inside her. She actually shrieked when he penetrated her in such a filthy way, his tongue moving deeper. It wasn't long before guttural sounds emerged from her throat. 

"Holy shit, that feels so good!" she told him through low laughter.

Just when she'd fully surrendered to the tongue-fucking, Tom moved his mouth upward to tease her clit. Her pubic hair grazed his nose and threatened to invade his mouth, but thanks to that long-ago girlfriend who had loved oral, he had plenty of experience in avoiding such an obstacle. Of course, a stray hair on his tongue had never dissuaded him.

Charlotte kept her legs parted while Tom used his fingers to spread her pussy lips wide. Releasing a sigh, he let his warm breath waft over her little pearl of a clit. He noticed she'd begun trembling with need, yet his tongue remained tentative, delivering gentle stimulation. 

Her fingers tightened in his hair. Fighting back a grin, Tom gradually increased his pace until he was practically lashing that swollen nub. Her cries reverberated throughout the room, which he prayed had thick walls. 

When he sensed she was getting too close, he stopped his oral pleasuring, forcing her to settle for his fingertip massaging her clit. 

"Stop teasing me!" Lifting her head, she fixed her wild stare on him. "I want you to make me come."

Knowing he had her in such a desperate state proved to be a delicious form of revenge. Instead of obeying, as he normally did, Tom slid a finger inside her cunt. 

Charlotte's muscles tightened around him. She was hot and wet, tight and ready. Yet her needy pussy tolerated another finger, and when he began thrusting them in and out, her thighs resumed their quaking. 

Without warning, he worked his tongue against her clit at a relentless pace. She arched her back, somehow muffling a scream, and Tom had to withdraw his fingers to maintain a firm hold on her. Even when she writhed and shuddered, he refused to let go. 

As her orgasm crested and then began to ebb, his mouth delivered an excruciating pleasure that soon morphed into a form of punishment, for Charlotte struggled in his grip. Finally, he released her, and she squirmed away. 

Slowly sitting up, Tom wiped his mouth. While he'd been so intent on bringing Charlotte to climax, his erection had weakened a little, but he knew it wouldn't take much to get him fully hard again. 

Charlotte pressed a hand to her forehead, still breathing fast. For once, the woman seemed at a complete loss for words.

She soon recovered, however. Meeting his eyes, she didn't bother to keep the smirk from her lips. "You look quite proud of yourself."

He lifted an eyebrow. "You know me, the arrogant asshole."

"I won't argue with that." Her stare settled on his cock, which he'd taken in hand and begun stroking. "If I didn't know better," she went on, "I'd think you were actually attracted to me."

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