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Dirty Deeds
(V Vaugn)

After I checked into the hotel, I see him. Not Mr. Molawi, but my on-again-off-again sexual partner of over five-years, Grant Mitchell. We have not seen or talked with each other in over a year, but I had a hunch he would attend the conference. Grant helped with my promotion to Executive Assistant with the Board. He is an investment banker with a major bank in New York, but his business often brought him to Georgia. Grant once served as a Board member, but his business affairs became too hectic and he quit his Board responsibilities. There were several Board members indebted to Grant; he has loaned a lot of money to a lot of people.



Grant was tall, dominant, athletic, and extremely sexual. His lean muscles, green eyes, and thick curly hair made him nearly irresistible to many females and males alike. I adored him while we fucked, and his sarcastic demeanor often made me like him even more.

As I stood at the hotel counter fondling with my room keys, I hoped he would not see me until later. I wanted to make a clean exit to my room to freshen myself before meeting anyone for the afternoon. I gathered my minimal items and I walked towards the elevator. At that moment, I heard his voice. Grant called out, "Maple, is that you?"

I couldn't deny I heard his sanguine voice; he was clearly beyond audible. I looked around as if trying to locate the familiar sound, then, I saw him. His confident stature and beautiful smile took my breath away. I told myself to maintain composure, but it was hard. He was hot, and I was currently quite vulnerable to sexual experiences. I secretly hoped he was not with anyone.

Without any more hesitation, I waved my hand, smiled, and answered, "Hi, Grant."



Grant was only focused on me. He walked towards my direction without breaking our gaze. Once he was close, he reached out his hand and touched my cheek and gently said, "I have missed you, Maple. I have been thinking a lot about you lately. I wanted to call sooner, but I needed to talk to you in person. I wasn't sure if you would answer my calls."

I couldn't deny him. He was gorgeous. He was sexually wild, and he always treated me well. His sexual promiscuity is what caused the most strife in our relationship, but I get it now. I, too, am promiscuous. Relationships don't have to remain monogamous to maintain commitment. I am excited to talk with Grant on a different level than I have in the past.



After looking into his eyes for a few moments, I answered, "Grant, I can never deny you. You know we will always have something beautiful. You could have called."



Grant looked relieved by my words. He gently smiled and responded, "Oh, Maple. We have so much catching up to do, what room are you in?"

Without hesitation, I answered, "216. Come see me soon. You don't have to call beforehand, but if you do, my number is still the same."



Grant stepped close and wrapped his arm around my waist. He pulled me close and whispered into my ear, "Maple. I'm going to fuck you before the day is over. I need to feel where you have been. I have been craving your body for weeks; I feel an animalistic attraction towards you, and I want to explore these feelings soon."