SNOS271 — Sharing a Hotel Room on a Business Trip With a Soft, Thick, Mouthy New Grad... I Used an Aphrodisiac and Some Old-School Stamina to Teach Her How the Real World Works.
The company I joined this spring is the worst. Overtime every day, I never get to see the guy I like, and my boss makes snide “cost-saving” remarks constantly. Worst of all, I've been ordered on a business trip alone with Ozawa — the walking old-school harassment case I can't stand. Sharing a room. Seriously. The old-man smell and the cigarettes are unbearable and the only thing keeping me sane is texting my boyfriend for sympathy. I want to quit. Then, at the debrief, he pours me a drink — and there's an aphrodisiac in it. My body's burning. Why is it so hot down there? My underwear is soaked through. I'm squirming and Ozawa is watching with a hard-on and a grin. He's disgusting. I'm scared. Stop. I can't move. That greasy face. That rank old-man cock. And all of it is doing something to me. I want it. There's nowhere to run on this bed. What's going to happen to me?
