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Humiliate Him!
(John Lord)

"Do you fancy getting out of here?" Travis had asked. The disco had started, the drivers and warehouse men were getting louder by the minute and the office staff had begun to sing the latest hits, very loudly and very off key. "I've been enjoying our chat, but now I can't hear a word you say."

And why did I nod? Emma asked herself as she felt his arm slip around her waist as he guided her to the exit and out into the cold night air.

Because he is charming, and I'm probably a little bit drunk... and maybe I feel a bit sorry for him too.

But what would Danny say? She asked herself as she felt Travis's hand ease up until it was nestled just beneath her breast.

Knowing those guys he's probably in some strip club right now, probably getting a lap dance. She had heard about those training courses, how the guys in his office got quite out of hand.

So there isn't any real difference she tried to convince herself as the hand that had been beneath her breast shifted again until it was cupping her snugly and squeezing softly.

He's lonely, and probably tipsy too she told herself as she decided not to react to his very inappropriate touch. He wasn't doing any harm really, it was just like every school dance she had been to in her youth, every boy had tried their luck as they tried to cop a feel. The difference is there wasn't alcohol back then, and the boys weren't as sure of themselves as Travis seems to be.

"Where shall we go?" he had asked.

"Anywhere you want." she had replied then realised that her words could easily be taken as an invitation.

"The bar in my hotel is quiet," he replied and pulled her a little closer, at the same time moving his hand until the palm was on top of her boob. There could be no doubt now that he was groping her intentionally. "We can have a drink there, and then..."

And then? she giggled inside as he led her down a side street, and then what? We can carry on up in his room?

The chill air made her head spin a little and a sense of euphoria suddenly engulfed her.

I had become boring. She told herself as Travis paused, then mumbling something incoherent he pushed her gently back against a wall in the shadows. I was a boring and unapproachable married woman.

His hands clasped her breasts as he leaned in; her head still spinning a little and feeling warm and fuzzy inside Emma had looked up to him and then closed her eyes as he began to kiss her. From that point on the rest of the evening had become a blur of illicit passion. In that side street his hand had slipped inside her blouse, then her bra. Emma groaned as his cold fingers closed on her flesh, and carried up on a wave of abandon she lost control and rammed her hand down the front of his pants, gasping as she confirmed that the rumour about men with big feet was definitely correct, at least in Travis's case.