Chapter 2 A Night of Desire

She laid on the bed tossing and turning as images after images of Benjamin assaulted her senses. The warmth of his gaze, it all felt so real, so alive, his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes had crinkled at the corners when he'd looked at her. A shiver danced down her spine, both exhilarating and terrifying.

Tossing aside the sheet, she rose, drawn to the familiar comfort of her drawer. The cool metal of the vibrator sent a jolt through her as she ran her fingers along its surface. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her pants down her leg and then slid off her underwear. With a quick check to ensure her door was securely locked, she settled onto the bed. Activating the device, she felt the gentle vibration course through her body. She teased herself, allowing the sensation to dance across her skin, igniting every nerve ending. Lost at the moment, she let her mind wander, imagining herself in his office.

Sharing heated, fervent kisses, they indulged in each other's passion. She emitted a low, guttural groan as her imagination intensified, prompting her to increase the vibrator's speed. Envisioning him tearing her shirt away, she quivered with anticipation as he lavished attention on one nipple while toying with the other. With each passing moment, her panting grew more intense, the heat between her thighs becoming almost unbearable. In her mind's eye, he took control, bending her over and driving into her with unrelenting force, mercilessly. The vivid imagery spurred her on, fueling her movements with trembling breaths as she pleasured herself with the vibrator. As she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, she felt the familiar warmth of climax spreading across her bedsheets. Exhaling deeply, she allowed the vibrator to come to rest before withdrawing it and switching it off.

After her intense release, she gathered the bedsheet, tossing it into the laundry basket with practiced ease. With a sense of satisfaction, she carefully picked up the vibrator, mindful of its lingering warmth, and headed to the bathroom to wash it off.

She stepped into the soothing warmth of the shower that enveloped her, cocooning her in a comforting embrace. Droplets danced across her skin, tracing paths down her curves and washing away the remnants of desire. She closed her eyes, allowing the steam to seep into her pores, loosening any lingering tension.

Reaching for her favorite body wash, she squeezed a generous amount onto her loofah, relishing its soothing scent as she lathered it over her skin. With gentle yet deliberate movements, she massaged the suds into every inch of her body.

The rhythmic sound of the water echoed against the tiles. She tilted her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her face, feeling its gentle caress soothe her senses.

After thoroughly cleansing herself, she rinsed off, letting the water wash away the remnants of soap. With a satisfied sigh, she turned off the faucet, stepping out onto the plush bath mat.

She emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She dried herself off and slipped into a comfortable set of pajamas.

With her nighttime routine complete, she retreated to her bed, the faint scent of cum lingering in the air. She pulled back the covers of her bed, invitingly soft and welcoming, and settled in for the night. With a gentle sigh, she surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her breathing slowing as she drifted off into slumber.

The first tendrils of dawn began to caress the edges of the curtains, Sophia's eyelids fluttered open, greeted by the gentle glow of the rising sun. There was a palpable sense of anticipation in the air, mingled with the remnants of sleep that still clung to her senses. With a determined exhalation, she pushed aside the warmth of her covers. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she planted her feet firmly on the cool floor, allowing its touch to ground her in the reality of the day ahead. She trudged to Nancy's room to wake her up.

She knocked at her door softly. After a few minutes of no response, she pushed the door open and entered into the room and gently shook her.

"Come on, Nancy. Wake up. We can't afford to be late for our shift. We need to start getting ready now," Sophia announced determinedly.

"Okay... Give me a few minutes", Nancy sluggishly responded to Sophia .

"Few minutes my ass, get your ass up right now", Sophia dragged her off the bed.

"Okay okay. I'm fully awake! Geez. Get out of my room. I'll be done in a jiffy" Nancy responded grumpily.

Moment later.

"Okay Sophia , I'm done. Let's get going", Nancy announced, after keeping Sophia waiting an extra twenty minutes.

"Finally!!!" Sophia replied. "I just hope we ain't late for the next bus".

"Why do you worry a lot? Just be calm. We are not going to miss the next bus", Nancy reassured her.

Sophia chuckled. "Always the optimist, Nancy."

Their laughter echoed through the quiet hallway as they headed towards another day at Hayes Hotels.

Some hours later

The reception phone rang and Sophia was there to pick up the call.

"Hello, Hayes hotel. How can I be of assistance to you today" she asked with a sweet, appealling tone.

"Sophia ," he called out, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt through her. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

Sophia's heart hammered against her ribs. "M-me, sir?"

"Yes, you," he confirmed. "Come straight up to the penthouse, please."

"Yes Sir, I'll be there in a jiffy" she responded with a hint of excitement. Hanging the phone, without wasting much time, she rushed into the elevator.

"Nancy, I'll be right back" she said, giving hand gestures from the elevator.

Getting to the penthouse, she stood at the entrance intertwining her fingers to hide her nervousness.

"You can come in", Benjamin said with a smile on his face. "Yeah!, have a seat." He instructed, pointing to a soft, large cushion chair.

"Thank you sir" she responded, filled with hidden happiness.

"This is a bit unorthodox," Benjamin began, his gaze meeting hers. "But I overheard a conversation a few days ago. You were discussing data analysis with a colleague, weren't you?"

Sophia's cheeks flushed a warm red. She hadn't realized anyone had overheard their casual conversation. "Yes, sir," she stammered. "We were just comparing notes on a research project we both did in college."

"What can I do for you, Mr. Hayes?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Benjamin pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration etched on his face. "There's a presentation I have to give tomorrow night at a tech conference. Unfortunately, my usual assistant is down with the flu, and the data for a crucial segment is...missing."

Sophia's brow furrowed. "Missing? How can that be?"

"Apparently, there was a system glitch a few days ago," Benjamin explained, running a hand through his hair. "The IT department is scrambling to recover it, but they're not optimistic."

Sophia's mind raced. This was her chance, a chance to showcase her abilities beyond greeting guests and booking reservations. Yet, a wave of doubt washed over her. "But the presentation," she stammered, "is it about...?"

"Advanced hotel security protocols," Benjamin finished. "It's a new initiative we're rolling out, and this conference is a big deal."

Sophia straightened, a flicker of determination replacing her nervousness. "Mr. Hayes," she began, her voice gaining strength, "I actually worked on a very similar project during my senior year at college. I developed a program that..."