1. The Chip Babe Goes Down


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    something close to it. Then again, I bet you can too. Just looking at you, I can tell you’re also a natural at reading people.” I leaned in, and touched his thigh. “See that guy over there?” I pointed to an Asian gentleman sitting alone at a table, fiddling with his phone. “Tell me about him.” Mike took a discreet look at the man. “Malaysian. Definitely Malaysian. Probably works for a billionaire and a shipment of lumber, no, of palm oil has gone missing. He’s on his phone because they’re tracking it down as we speak. And man, I hope it’s a logistics fuckup and not theft, because his boss is not afraid of taking casualties.” “Geesh, you are good. By the way, I’m Andrea. And you are?” “Mike.” We did the obligatory handshake, and settled back into our chairs. It was my turn to guess. Mike looked around, and gestured to the back wall. “OK, that guy over there by the window. The one with the really big head. What’s his story?” “Do you mean the German-looking guy?” Mike nodded. “Oh, he’s easy. He’s a banker who just loves working in Asia. He’s based in Singapore, and working on some telecom deal. He probably has a hot wife back home, and an even hotter girlfriend here. I bet she stops by his table any minute wearing a tight little Chanel suit and nothing underneath.” I wanted to steer the conversation towards earthy things. “And what are you doing here, Andrea? What brings you to this particular bar on this particular day?” He signaled to the bartender to get another drink. The ...
    first had disappeared while we played our guessing game. “I like the anonymity of hotels. And hotel bars always feel so grown up, and yet, so filled with naughty and potential.” His hand migrated to my thigh, and I moved it between my legs. I leaned closer to the bar, and let my fingers push against the front of his pants. Despite the exhaustion of the flight, Mike had become very alert. Mike waved at the bartender again. “Forget the drink. Just charge everything to room 810.” He took my hand from his crotch, and led me to the elevators. I followed, because that was exactly where I wanted him to go. The elevator doors slid open, and we stepped inside without saying a word. As soon as the doors shut, Mike pushed me against the wall of the elevator and began kissing me. I gasped. I hadn’t expected him to be so impatient and forceful, but I was game. I can give as good as I get, so I pulled his body even closer, but only for an instant. Then I pushed him away. We straightened ourselves up as the doors opened on the eighth floor. We didn’t touch as we walked the length of the hall to Mike’s room. Perhaps he wanted to give me the chance to exercise any second thoughts, or maybe he didn’t want to look too dissolute on the closed circuit cameras. Whatever the reason, I had no hesitations about following him. He was my kind of man, and my kind of source. He pulled a card key out of his pocket, and handed it to me. “I’d like you to join me now, or later. It’s entirely up to you.” “Now.” ...
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