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We didn’t even shower together. By the time he had made it
upstairs after talking to the lingering flies that were disguised as women, I
was showered and seated at my desk already working. He had walked past without
saying a word, but stopping only briefly, to plant a kiss on my head.

We were then both quiet with each other as the day
progressed. He had back-to-back meetings, so I had my lunch with Charlie and
Samantha. I hadn’t seen Charlie for quite some time. The hotel’s front office
receptionist was his normal bright, slightly sarcastic self, which I just
loved, but Sam was quiet and a little off. I asked her if everything was all
right, and she said it was. But clearly she thought I came down in the last
shower.

**

After Bryce’s last meeting had finished, I knocked on his
door and entered. He looked absolutely drained, so I didn’t say anything as he
watched me enter. I walked over to the mini bar and poured him a scotch, then
walked around to his side of the desk, spun his chair to face me, and put the
scotch into his hand. I knelt down in front of him and gently removed the shoe
from the foot I had crushed. When I took off his sock, it revealed a huge
bruise on the top of his foot. I put my hands to my mouth and gasped, then
tears began sting my eyes.
Oh, shit, what have I done?

“I am so sorry, Bryce. I...I didn’t mean to do it that hard,
shit.” I picked up his foot and kissed it, hoping to take away what I had done.
I kept kissing it like a crazed sicko. He chuckled, so I looked back up to find
a rather large smirk plastered across his face.

“I thought you didn’t do feet, Ms. Summers?”

I tried to suppress the smile that was forcefully breaking
its way through the surface of my face. “I don’t, Mr. Clark.” I kissed it one
last time, then knelt up and crawled my way up onto his lap. “But, I will do
your feet, I will do anything you want me to do. In fact I know something I can
do right now for you.” I kissed him briefly then climbed back off his lap and scooted
down to my knees. With a seductive glance, I unfastened his belt from his
pants, releasing his already growing erection into my hands. I wiggled down
into the opening underneath his desk and began to stroke his shaft with my
tongue. He moaned deeply and caressed my head with his hands. “Please, Mr.
Clark, do not let me distract you from your work.”

“That’s fucking impossible, Hunny. You distract me even when
you are in the next room.” I giggled and licked his crown. “Fuck, Alexis, maybe
you should stomp on my foot more often.”

I retracted my tongue. “Don’t, that’s not funny. I hurt
you.”

“It’s fine, Hunny, please don’t worry. It’s looks worse than
it feels. Anyway, I shouldn’t have threatened you with no kissing. I know what
that feels like.”

I licked him again. “Regardless, I’m sorry.”

“Alexis, stop apologising and keep sucking.” I giggled again
and mouthed as much of his length as I could, the more I pulled into my mouth,
the more he stiffened and tensed.

“You like that, my love?” I asked with a slight mouthful.
‘Mmm’ was all he could manage. “Good.” There was a knock at the door, and as
casually as he could, he said ‘come in’.
What the fuck, Bryce!
 I let go
of his soldier who was obediently standing to attention and put my hand over my
mouth.

“Sorry to bother you, Bryce.”

“No, it’s not a bother at all. How can I help you, Arthur.”
Shit.
Fucking Crap Balls. It’s Santa.
I heard the seat opposite Bryce’s desk
crunch as Santa placed his arse on it. I held my breath as my heart rate took
off like a rocket through the roof.

“I just wanted to get these proposals signed off before the
meeting this evening.”

“Sure, not a problem.” The noise the pen made as Bryce
autographed the paperwork was louder than normal. I think the sheer fear of
discovery had heightened my senses. “So, Arthur how is Geraldine?”
Bryce
Edward Clark, small talk, really? I am not only going to stomp on your other
foot now, I am going to bite down on your tasty hot dog like I would if it were
slapped in between two pieces of bread and covered in mustard and sauce.

“She’s been a little under the weather lately, she really
doesn’t like the heat.”
Well best you be on your way and go see to her
Santa, quickly run along.

“That’s not good to hear. Maybe you should take her on a
holiday, somewhere it is cooler perhaps?”
Bryce!! Argh.
Being scrunched
up on my knees in a space no bigger than a cardboard box, and fighting my body
not to make any sound was killing me.
Why is it, that when you are desperate
to be quite, your body ignores you and instead wants to vocalise in all manors
it can, right now I could probably laugh, cough, sneeze and fart all at the
same time.

“Yes, we were thinking of taking a short trip to Tasmania.”

“Yeah? That would be nice. Have you been there before?”
Bryce leaned back on his seat, and I noticed through the small gap between
himself and his desk, that he had comfortably put his hands behind his head
Oh
for freaks sake. Why not ask him about the weather or if he is the real Santa?
I shifted slightly making hardly any noise at all, then reached my hand to his
groin and plucked a pubic hair.

“Shit!” Bryce said rather loudly.

“What?” exclaimed Arthur.

“It’s nothing, It felt like something bit me on the leg,
that’s all.”
Oh you’ll get bitten, just not on your leg.
He reached his
hand down and pretended to rub his leg. “So, Arthur, have you been there
before?” Obviously my little hair removal threat did nothing.
Right, Mr. Hot
Dog Dick Clark, you are in trouble now.
I wiggled quietly again and got as
comfortable as I could, then reached over and took hold of his still semi firm
erection. He tensed slightly and dropped his hand to try and fight me off.
Oh,
no you don’t, you wanted this.
I held his hand at bay and drove him into my
mouth, forcing a low murmur come out of his. I would’ve loved to have seen his
face at that moment, it would have been priceless. I teased him a little more
as he hardened in response.

“Yes, we went there twenty years ago.”

“Twenty years...” I consumed as much of his shaft as I could
from my position, compelling him to hesitate and stutter in his sentence.
“..Twenty years, that’s a long time.” I continued to devour him under his desk
until I could feel and taste his escalation. Then, without warning I clenched
my teeth around him, not too hard, not hard enough to hurt him. I’d already
done that today and I felt terrible. No, I clenched hard enough to warn him to
get rid of Santa.

“Sorry to be rude, Arthur, I’ve got a pile of paperwork to get
through before the meeting. So, if there is nothing else?” He got the hint.

“Oh, certainly, Bryce. I’ll leave you to get back to your
work.”

“Thanks, Arthur, and pass on my well wishes to Geraldine.”

“Of course, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” Santa must
have shook Bryce’s hand, then shortly after I heard the door close.

“Ms. Summers.”

I still had my teeth around him, so responded slightly
muffled, “yes?”

“Release my cock, please.”

“No. You are in trouble.”

“Ms. Summers, release my cock, NOW. I want to plunge it so
deep inside you, it’s not funny.” My jaw automatically opened, releasing him
from my grasp. He pushed back from the desk and got down on his hands and knees
so that we were now facing each other like two dogs about to introduce
themselves and sniff each other’s butts. I tried not to laugh but the position
we were both in at that point in time was hilarious. I cracked up laughing and
dropped my head.

“I hate you, Mr. Clark.”

“No, you don’t.”
No, I don’t.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT

We christened his desk like
over-sexed teenagers. Paperwork was scattered across the floor, and some even
found itself stuck to my arse. I hoped to God that those particular pieces were
not needed for our upcoming meeting. I could see it now, speaking in front of
the board and holding up a piece of paper with an outline of my sweat-stained
arse on it.
 Hmmm, explain that one.

***

I ordered refreshments and
some light snacks from the hotel’s kitchen and set up the conference room for
the meeting. I had been going over some notes with Chris when the board members
started making their way in, including Gareth who was last through the door. We
all sat at a large rectangular table. Bryce was at the head of it, of course,
then Santa to his left and Gareth to his right. The other members, I’m guessing
in order of importance or share stake, were then seated right down to Chris,
Patrick and me. Once everyone had stopped getting acquainted, Bryce welcomed us
all and got the meeting underway.

“Okay, gentlemen and lady,”
he smiled and winked at me. “As you are all aware, today’s meeting is to
discuss some prospective ideas for renovations and changes to levels three
through to eight of the City Promenade building, in order to make them more family
friendly. Alexis, a mother of two, has been kind enough to help with brainstorming
ideas in order to help make the rooms more attractive to parents with children
of all ages.” I sheepishly smiled to the board members who were kind enough to
reciprocate the gesture, with exception of one person whose smile was as
natural as a silicon implant.
Ignore him, Alexis. He’s sick and can’t help
it.
“So, without further ado, I’ll hand it over to Patrick and Chris.”

Patrick and Chris stood up in
front of a presentation board powered by the iPad in Patrick’s hand. I had no
intention of removing my arse from this seat, I was simply there to offer
advice and information from a mother’s point of view and answer any questions about
the ideas I had already put forward. Standing in front of the room was about as
appealing to me as shit on toast, so it was not going to happen. Patrick began
describing some of the major structural renovations, including converting some
rooms into multiple bedroom apartments. All the board members seemed to agree
as to the importance of having a large number of different room configurations.

“We want to divide the rooms
into different categories. Obviously, there is not a typical family model, so
trying to cater for all families in one room could be rather difficult.
Therefore, we want to produce rooms designed for families with babies and young
children, rooms for families with older children, and rooms for families with
teenagers. Now, again this will not cater to everyone, so we also want to
produce a number of rooms that can be easily configured as needed, for
instance, bedding configurations that can accommodate for both younger children
as well as older children. This could possibly be addressed by using bunk beds
and portable cots. When discussing these options with Alexis, she was of the
mind that flexibility in terms of bedding configuration was a key factor when
parents are looking at booking for a holiday.”

Gareth interrupted “Why is
that?” He looked directly at me.
I knew he would try and put me on the spot.
 I cleared my throat.

“It’s really quite simple,
Gareth. When you have children, you’ll understand that when they sleep everyone
is happy. No one wants to go on a holiday only for it to be ruined by grumpy
children because their sleeping arrangements have been less than perfect.” I
smiled politely at him. A few of the men nodded their heads. Bryce smirked at
me, but held something much more than approval that only I could read.

Patrick then went on to
discuss interior design, in the form of paint colour schemes and carpeting. “Alexis,
came up with a brilliant suggestion of having carpet put down in either the
living area or children’s room that resembled a Twister game, I have looked
into a few businesses that can produce such a design.” Patrick touched the
screen and showed a projection of what the Twister carpet might look like in a
renovated room. A few of the board members raised their eyebrows and one even
said he’d like to get something like it for his own home. I laughed, I wouldn’t
mind some too actually.

Chris then interjected his
expertise of what a great selling point this particular idea could prove to
be.  “I’ve done some research, and although I have found some mats on the Internet
that grasp the same concept, nothing like this has been implemented into
permanent flooring, nor has it been done anywhere in the world at a hotel, that
I am aware of.” The board unanimously agreed to go ahead with the idea,
including Gareth. However, he was not as enthusiastic as the others.

Patrick flicked through some
more pictures of possible room designs then put forward the idea that Nate had
come up with that morning. “I haven’t had a chance to look into this, but Alexis
also mentioned maybe having a couple of special rooms, that have themed
bedrooms for the kids. Like a princess room decked out in pinks and with a
princess bed etc. And a room designed for boys, with maybe a car style bed and
race track.”

Gareth interrupted again,
“That is not going to work.”

It was Bryce who spoke up
this time. “Why is that, Gareth?”

“Because a girl is not going
to want to sleep in a car room and vice versa, we do not have enough rooms to
cater for a large number of ‘specially themed rooms’, it would be costly and
you would find some rooms will not be used simply because the family does not
have the right gender of child to fit the availability of the room.” A small
number of the men tended to agree, which was fair enough, I could see his
point. But he was not thinking about ways of getting around this or
compromising.