The Meridian Mutual company van came down the cliff road at three-forty on a Monday afternoon, and by the time it crunched to a stop beneath the resort's cantilevered carriage port, seven of the eight people inside had already stopped talking.

Not because of the view, though the view was enough to stop anyone. The Pacific threw itself against the rocks four hundred feet below, and the resort itself seemed to grow out of the cliff like something the coastline had decided to grow on purpose.

No. They'd stopped talking because of the sound that they could hear even before they'd gotten out. A low, warm hum threaded through with something like a cello. It got into the ears and then behind the ears, and once it was behind the ears it started making those small and patient changes the management had fine-tuned over three decades of running the hotel.

"Okay," said Vic, the assistant manager, leaning forward between the seats. "What is that."

"That's the sound of your sales numbers last quarter," said Jackson from the back, followed by a mocking downward whistle. The others chuckled.

Only Richard, the branch manager, didn't laugh. Richard was forty-six and had run the Meridian Mutual Pacific Regional Office for eleven years. He looked out the window at the resort and something in his jaw tightened. He had always had a sixth sense about bullshit and he got the distinct impression sitting there that someone was about to try to sell him something.

They filed out.

Eight of them. A small office. The kind of office where everyone knew what everyone else's marriages and relationships were like and everyone had opinions. The kind of office where fraternization was strictly forbidden, and that rule was widely ignored. The kind of office ripe for the True Tide's nymphonic influence.

There was Richard first, khakis and a tucked polo, belly just beginning to assert itself over the belt. Then Craig, ten years younger, eager, the man who finished Richard's sentences and then waited to be told he'd finished them correctly. Ashley, the office admin, forty-one, auburn hair pinned up, a wedding band and an anniversary band, two kids in middle school, the woman who actually ran the branch and let everyone believe otherwise.

Caroline, Jackson, Vic, and Jasmine. The salesforce and the only reason the branch made any money. They were all in their mid-thirties. Just young enough to keep up with the fast-talking you needed to do to be effective in the business, but just old enough to know all the tricks of the trade. No matter what Jackson said in mockery, they were each incredibly effective at their jobs.

And then, last off the van, clutching a canvas tote with both hands like it might fly away, Melanie, the nineteen-year-old intern. Three weeks into the job. Blonde-brown hair in a ponytail, a cardigan buttoned to the second-from-top, and the particular wide-eyed politeness of a girl who had spent three weeks being told she was doing great and had believed approximately none of it.

"Whoa," Melanie said.

"Yeah," said Vic, not for the first time letting his eyes wander over the distracted intern a little too long.

The doors opened before anyone knocked.

"Welcome to True Tide!" she said with a warm smile and a top that but her cleavage on aggressive display. "Meridian Mutual?"

"That's us," said Richard, frowning at the unprofessional attire.

"Elara. I run the property." She stepped back, one arm sweeping them in. "You must be exhausted. The drive from the city can be so draining."

"God, yeah," Vic started to say, but Richard cut over him.

"We're fine."

"Aw no need to act tough. It's draining," Elara said again, gently, as if she was daring him to contradict her again. But she continued before he could protest further. "Come in. Come in. Nathanial will take the bags."

Nathanial materialized at Elara's shoulder. Melanie surrendered her tote and then, for no reason she could name, felt briefly and pleasantly naked without it. She shivered slightly. And as they entered the lobby properly, that low humming sound evolved into proper music.

"Your retreat package runs two nights," Elara said, guiding them toward the desk, "with the Greenwater conference suite reserved for both mornings and afternoons. Meridian Mutual, Pacific Regional. Eight guests."

"And eight separate rooms," Richard confirmed.

"Eight separate rooms," Elara agreed, nodding and tapping the tablet she was holding. "We find that a retreat works best when everyone gets their own door to close." She smiled. "Or open."

Richard didn't ask what that meant.

Behind the desk, two receptionists processed eight key cards in under a minute without ever once looking down at their own hands. A third figure hovered at the far end of the counter.

"This is Dina," Elara said to no one in particular. "You'll be seeing her around the facility. Especially if you take dinner one of our restaurants. She's a hostess there."

Dina inclined her head and they heard a soft jingling sound. Some assumed she was wearing bell-earrings under her long hair. Melanie, for no reason at all, felt her nipples tighten against the inside of her cardigan and crossed her arms in front of herself defensively.

"That's new," she thought to herself, then Elara handed them their room keys and the group split up to go settle in.

Melanie unpacked in four minutes. She hadn't brought much for just two nights in business casual. Her room seemed big for what Richard had said to expect. She wondered if the others' rooms were this size. A thought passed through her mind that she wouldn't mind finding out.

On the nightstand was a small piece of cardstock. Cream paper. Embossed logo. And a handwritten note.

"Welcome to the True Tide Resort. Your conference package includes access to the spa. Please take advantage of it. All guests are encouraged to hydrate. The Hydration Sanctuary is open twenty-four hours. Ask any staff member for a recommendation."

Later that night, all eight Meridian Mutual employees sat around a long table by the window and tried to have a normal company dinner.

Richard ordered a Shark Bite without really knowing what it was. He knew it tasted delicious, though. And it had come highly recommended by the waitress, a mousy brown-haired woman named Viv.

Caroline ordered the Lemon Essence. The menu had said it was supposed to "increase energy" which she assumed just meant it had a lot of sugar to cover the bitterness of the lemon. She said she was determined to stay sharp over the weekend so her sales didn't suffer when she got back.

"You're not going to lose your edge in two days," Craig said with an eye roll.

Ashley ordered a glass of white wine. She always ordered a glass of white wine when she was out with the company. This wasn't their first out-of-office event, after all, though it was their most extravagant. But Ashley was a controlled woman. She was prim and proper and knew how to keep the office the same way. She could relax with a glass, but she never ordered two. She knew her limit.

She never even noticed that her glass had been refilled three times already.

Some of the guys got whiskeys. Some of the girls got melon shots. By nine o'clock, all eight of them were feeling quite warm. By ten, Richard was slurring in a way that he'd have considered horribly unprofessional just an hour earlier. By eleven, Ashley had laughed so hard at something Jackson said that she'd nearly fallen from her chair, and when Jackson caught her, she felt a sudden and intense stirring between her legs.

By midnight, Melanie had said been reduced to only giggles. No one else noticed.

And all night, under all of it, the music kept playing. In the lobby. In the halls. In the dining room. Soft. Patient. Irresistable. At the end of the night, they each parted ways, but many of them glanced at one another as if waiting for at least one of them to ask to join another. To break the seal, so to speak. But none of them did. Instead, to-a-man, all eight went back to their rooms alone and began to touch themselves, moaning the names of at least one other person at the table.

Conference Itinerary:
Block I. Tuesday 9 am to 12 pm
Greenwater Room
Quarter Three Review

The conference suite was on the third floor, glass on two sides, a long pale table, eight ergonomic chairs, and - set into the wall at both ends - the speakers. The first meeting of the retreat began at nine sharp, as scheduled, and for the first forty minutes it was a completely normal corporate meeting.

Richard stood at the head of the table and gave the Q3 recap. Craig nodded at the correct moments. Jackson made a spreadsheet joke. Vic laughed at the spreadsheet joke. And Melanie, at the far end, sat up straight with her hands folded and her dress shirt buttoned and her body doing absolutely nothing interesting at all.

Then Richard paused, mid-slide, and frowned at the ceiling.

"Hey," he said. "Is there a way to turn the music off in here?"

He asked it the way you ask a waiter for the pepper. Simple. Reasonable. He had been in the room for forty minutes and it had just occurred to him that he had been listening to the same four bars on loop since he walked in.

"I'll find out," Craig piped up, ever the eager assistant.

Outside, Craig flagged down a woman who looked like she worked there, though at times it was hard to tell. A lot of the staff and guests wore the same simple linens, and they were… scandalous at times. He asked if they could turn the speakers in the conference rooms down or off or anthing.

She smiled and ran a hand down his arm, sending little goosebumps across his body. "No," she said simply, then continued on her way.

Craig blinked. "Sorry? No?"

"No," said repeated pleasantly with a look back. "Speakers must remain on at all times in the public spaces in order to promote ambience and relaxation."

The little speech sounded rehearsed and Craig wondered cynically how many other people had to have complained for her to have that memorized.

"Can we unplug the speakers?" Richard asked.

Craig returned to the conference room and shook his head at the boss. Richard sighed but continued on with his lecture.

At 11:15, Vic's noticed hat he had a half-hard-on at eleven in the morning in a conference room with the regional office of Meridian Mutual in it. No one had done anything sexual. No one had said anything sexual. But fuck Ashley looked hot in that blouse. And that pretty young thing that Richard had hired to do coffee runs was… squirming in his seat. Just a bit. Just enough to make him wonder what she was thinking. Daydreaming.

Fantasizing.

And when lunch came, he excused himself to his room to pump his cock as he scrolled through her extremely active social media, praying to God that she'd posted bikini pics at some point. She had.

**Conference Itinerary:
Block II. Tuesday 12 pm to 2 pm
Greenwater Room
Lunch

For the rest of them, lunch arrived on trays brought in by a woman wearing a name tag that read "Emma" and almost nothing else. Richard gasped, but then, oddly, wondered why. There was nothing wrong with how she looked. It wasn't a crime to have huge tits, after all.

Ashley looked at the orange drink on her tray. "What is it?"

"Mango," said Emma. "Very fresh and good for the body."

Ashley would normally have demanded the water she'd asked for, but she just didn't have the desire to argue. It was so much easier to just… drink what she was given. Go with the flow. Obey.

Halfway through the meal, Melanie slipped out to the restroom. Once inside, she pulled off her top and her bra, letting her perky tits fall free, and she nearly moaned at the freedom. As the morning had progressed, she'd felt more and more uncomfortable in her chair. Her bra felt tight and constrictive. Her nipples were so sensitive. And her thighs kept rubbing together in this terribly wonderful way.

She pulled her shirt back on and buttoned up the front. The loose fabric teased her hard nipples in the best way. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was thin. She had not known how thin it was. Against the pale gray cotton her nipples were extremely visible. Hard. Pointed. Demanding attention. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of walking back in there knowing that everyone would see.

She stuffed her bra into the bathroom trash can and returned to lunch.

They didn't all notice at once, but one-by-one, each set of eyes locked onto her display. No one said anything, but the atmosphere in the room had changed. When Vic came back from his room, his breath caught in his throat at the sight. And as he sat, he did nothing to cover the return of his erection.

Ashley had, at that moment, three sips of mango nectar left in her glass and a very pleasant, very specific warmth spreading up from the base of her spine, and she looked at Melanie with her thin shirt and her visible nipples and thought, with the clarity of a woman who had been married for thirteen years, "She's nineteen, and she's gorgeous. She deserves to show off."

**Conference Itinerary:
Block III. Tuesday 2 pm to 6 pm
Greenwater Room
Upcoming changes to the Fairweather Policies

The afternoon session was a disaster, and everyone knew it by three o'clock.

It wasn't that nothing got done. Things got done, but the room had changed. The light through the glass had gone gold and long, and the music had settled into a lower register, and eight adults were sitting around a table pretending not to notice that Melanie's obvious arousal had begun to spread.

Every time she shifted in her chair the dimples moved and every man in the room clocked it and none of them said a word. Vic was the worst.

He had the seat nearest the wall, half-shielded by the table edge, and had been quietly, carefully, methodically losing a battle for the last hour. His jeans were old and soft and tight and they had always been tight, and his cock had been at about seventy percent since the presentation had begun.

He couldn't cross his legs. Crossing his legs made it worse. So he sat with his hands on the table and his body very still and he thought, "Nobody can see. Nobody can see."

He looked down.

He could see. The line of his cock was pressed up along the inside of his left thigh, clear as a vein in a leaf, and there was a small dark patch beginning to bloom at the head as precum leaked out of the tip. He'd cum three times over lunch, each time painting the screen of his phone as he stared at Melanie's bikini-clad body on her profile. He took a long drink of the banana concoction he'd ordered and wondered how he had anything left to leak.

Vic put his hand in his lap and began, very slowly, to rub himself through the denim. Just a thumb. Just a slow, circular pressure, hidden under the table, while Caroline talked about retention metrics.

He got away with it for four minutes.

He glanced around the table. Richard was watching his own slides. Craig was nodding at something. Caroline was typing. Ashley was…

Ashley was beside him and looking right at his lap. She noticed him catch her and she quickly looked away. Then she looked back. She watched him for a while as he rubbed his bulging jeans, slack-jawed and helpless.

Then she reached down under the table.

Vic felt her hand land on his thigh and he made a sound that was almost a cough.

She moved her hand to his lap, found the shape of him through the denim, and took over the rubbing. She did it better than he did. Of course she did. She'd been married thirteen years and she knew exactly what a cock wanted.

It came on him all at once: the heat climbing, the pressure cresting, Ashley's palm rolling slow and sure over the head of his cock through the wet denim. He grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and came, hard, in his jeans, under a conference table, in front of his entire office, while his boss talked about insurance.

He felt it soak into the denim. He felt Ashley's hand stay exactly where it was, feeling it happen, riding it out with him.

At the front of the room, Richard was presenting, unaware that his office administrator had just made his salesman blow a load in his pants. Richard's own pants were similarly straining. He had a hard-on like a load-bearing column and he was standing at the front of a glass room in khakis.

He had tried to hide it. There was no hiding it. He had stood behind the table for the first three slides and then he had needed to point at something and had stepped out and there it was, a clear diagonal tent, unmistakable, and Richard had watched eight pairs of eyes go down and come back up and had seen every single one of them decide not to mention it.

By the end of the afternoon he had stopped trying. He stood beside the screen with his hands on his hips and his presentation open on the wall and his erection pressed forward against his fly like a man who had simply decided to be honest.

At 4:30 he asked for questions. No one in the room was really capable of thinking of any. Vic was trying to think of how he was going to leave with no one noticing the dark stain Ashley had made. Ashley was thinking about how to get the cock she felt inside of her. Jasmine was staring at Richard's cock. No one spoke for a moment.

"Same time tomorrow," Richard said. "Nine sharp."

Vic had showered first thing back in his room. He sat on the end of the bed for twenty minutes and thought about the conference table, and about Ashley's hand, and about the fact that Ashley was married and had two kids and a husband named Dan who sold commercial real estate and had, as far as Vic knew, was a wonderful guy.

Then there was a knock and Vic stood to answer it automatically, not even registering that he was still in just a towel.

Ashley was standing there in the outfit that the resort had provided. Plain cream-colored linens. And so thin, it may as well have not even been there.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"Can I come in?"

He stepped back and allowed her to move passed him into the room. He could smell her perfume.

"Vic," she said.

"Yeah."

"Dan is my husband, and he is a good man."

"Okay."

"I have never cheated on him. Never. Never even thought about it."

Vic stood still, wondering if she was about to scream or cry or report him to Richard. But his eyes kept flicking down to her full tits under that thin top, and his heart was pounding.

Ashley took a breath.

"But Vic, I have never felt the excitement I felt rubbing your fucking cock under the table today."

Vic didn't say anything.

"So here's what's going to happen," Ashley said. "I need you more than I need to be faithful to my husband. That's… that's the whole thing. That's the entire sentence. I need you more than I need to be faithful to Dan. It isn't cheating. What we do here isn't cheating."

She stepped toward him.

"And I don't want you to be gentle with me. I want you to fuck me raw. And I want you to come inside me. And I want you to…," she stopped, and shuddered at the thought, and then said it anyway. "I want you to breed me like the whore I am."

"Anything."

"Good," said Ashley. "Take your jeans off."

He fucked her first against the sliding door to the balcony, her ass pressed against the cold glass, the whole Pacific black behind her. He did it raw, the way she'd asked, and the first stroke made her say his name in a voice she had never used in the office.

"That good?"

"Shut up. Don't get cocky. Keep going."

He kept going. He had spent the entire day at a low, aching boil and he fucked her like a man who had been waiting for a reason. Behind her the glass fogged so that the people out in the garden were only able to see their silhouettes and the dark shape of her ass pressed flat against the glass. The music was playing in the room driving them further and further into their frenzy. Deeper. Harder.

He lifted her up and dropped her on the bed. She hooked her ankles behind his back as he pounded into her. This wife and mother and mild-mannered office lady, eyes rolled back, tits flopping out of the top of her top as her whole body jostled from his need.

"Inside," she gasped. "You remember. Inside."

"I remember."

"Say it."

"I'm going to fucking breed you, Ash." Vic moaned. "Breed you like a fucking whore."

She came first, hard, with a high whining sound, and she moaned his name as her body trembled and her legs pulled him tight and hard as deep into her as she could, and it was there that he erupted. The sight and the sound was too much. He filled her completely, unknowingly enhanced by the banana drinks he'd been slurping all day. And as he pulled his still-hard cock out of her overflowing cunt, it continued to twitch and spurt, coating her linen top and legs in a healthy amount of him.

They lay there afterwards in the sweat, cum, and music.

"Two nights away," Ashley muttered, finally breaking the silence. "I've been away from Dan for so much longer with no issues. But the nineteen-year-old took her bra off at lunch and now..."

An image of Melanie floated through Vic's mind and he notices Ashley feel up her breasts.

"I'll have to thank the little slut tomorrow," she said as she rolled toward him. "Shower?"

Vic nodded and the two climbed off the bed to head to the bathroom.

For her part, Melanie was out walking the halls of the hotel, and finding it to be a… strange place. She wondered if Richard had known all the details of this establishment when he'd booked it. She doubted it. Most people wandering the halls at night were wearing next to nothing. Women walked around with nipples poking through their tops, not that she could judge there. Men sported obvious bulges and tents. And bodies seemed so much… more. She'd seen ten women in the past hour with bigger tits than she'd ever seen in her life.

It was so fucking hot.

And outside, she caught a woman on her knees sucking off someone she knew was an employee. No one else around seemed bothered by the display, and so she assumed that it was okay. Truth be told she was more aroused than bothered herself. She'd been roiling under the surface ever since she'd watched Ashley rubbing Vic's cock earlier. They hadn't noticed her watching. No one ever really paid her much mind unless her bra was off, apparently. And even then, the older woman was so quick to get all the attention back.

Mel shook her head. What was she even saying? Two days ago she'd have been disgusted that Vic had been ogling her. Now she was upset that he was ogling someone else?

"Melanie," a voice almost growled. It made her jump, and she spun to see Richard standing in an open doorway. He seemed… strange.

"Mr. Halloran," Melanie said, clearing her throat.

"Richard," Richard muttered, slurring slightly. "It's Richard here."

"Sorry. Richard."

He looked at her. Then he looked at her t-shirt, which was damp from the sea spray and thin and clinging, and at the two small points standing up in it, and then back at her face. He made no attempt to hide his look. The brazenness turned her on quite a bit.

"Where've you been?"

"Um. Out walking."

"Right." He took a step toward her. "Walking. Yeah." He looked down the hall both ways, as if checking for traffic, and then he said, "Melanie, listen. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure."

"Come in for a second."

His room was identical to hers and the light was low. Richard closed the door and stood there, cock twitching visibly beneath the thin shorts. Rising. Inviting. Melanie's mouth was dry, but no other parts of her were. Her hair was damp from the ocean mist and her pussy was absolutely flooding.

"So, here's the thing." He was slurring a lot and Melanie noticed the empty glasses on the night stand. He gestured downward toward the tent in his pants. "It's been like this since about two o'clock. Since…"

His eyes roamed her body again.

"Since you came back from lunch."

"Yeah," she said. "I noticed."

"You noticed?" A slight blush crept up his neck.

"Everyone noticed," said Melanie. "It was kind of… I mean, it was fine. It was hot."

Richard blinked. "Hot?"

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. Don't be sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay. So. Here's… here's what I wanted to say. You have a new duty to perform."

Melanie felt the little voice in the back of her mind go completely quiet.

"Okay," she said, kneeling down in front of him. "Tell me what to do, Richard."

"It looks like you already know what to do. Such initiative. It's one of the reasons I hired you."

He stood over her, and she pulled down his shorts until the afternoon's erection sprung free, bobbing up and down, thick and throbbing in front of the intern's eyes.

"Ready?" Richard said.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, and she allowed him to grip the hair behind her head and pull her lips forward, guiding her and leading her. The tip slid into her warm mouth, suddenly no longer dry, and she heard her boss sigh from somewhere above her.

It was an important job. So she went to work.

"Oh, that's - fuck - okay, that's right, that's right, just like that." He was blathering and mumbling assents and gratitude as her mouth bobbed back and forth on his shaft, taking him to the hilt and feeling his heavy balls slapping against her chin. He held her hair in one fist and had the other hand on top of her head. She felt as if she were in a trance. Her boss had given her a job and the same way that she could lose herself in any task at the office, she lost herself completely in the act of complete service here on her knees in his hotel room.

It didn't matter that he was her supervisor. It didn't matter that he was thirty years her senior. It didn't matter that he was married. It didn't matter that this was inappropriate in a hundred other ways. All that mattered was doing as she was told, and doing a good job.

"Eva," Richard groaned. It was a name Mel had heard several times around the office. Richard's daughter. She was just a little older than Mel. She remembered Richard saying she reminded him of his daughter in the interview. "Evaline…"

His hips were jerking now. Short, sharp pushes. She knew he was close. She pulled her mouth off him and started to stroke his cock and cradle his balls, staring up at him with those eyes.

"Cum on my face," she said.

He groaned.

"Cum on my face, Richard."

His breathing was ragged and when he looked down at her, their eyes met and she smiled widely.

"Cum on my face, Daddy."

His eyes went so wide, then rolled up and closed as rope after rope of his seed painted the intern's face. She kept stroking until his cock was twitching and deflating, the last drops of him leaking from his slit. She knelt there covered in him and knew that she'd done a good job. She knew he was satisfied.

Neither spoke for a long time. Richard eventually sat on the bed, then slumped to the side, the night's drinks and the retreat of his endorphins finally catching up to him and pulling him into irresistible sleep. Melanie stood and wiped her face with one of his dress shirts, tossing it back into his bag with a wicked grin. He seemed like the type to let his wife do the laundry.

**Conference Itinerary:
Block IV. Wednesday 9 am to 12 pm
Greenwater Room
Team Building Excersices

The whole team arrived at nine, sharp, just like the day before, but something had changed. There was an energy in the room that hadn't been there yesterday, and it had nothing to do with insurance. Vic and Ashley were glancing at each other a lot, trying to keep their hands from brushing under the table. Craig had his hands on Jasmine's shoulders, massaging them as she let her eyes close and head roll back against his chest. Caroline was whispering into Jackson's ear and running her fingers up and down his arm.

Richard was doing absolutely everything to avoid looking at Mel, which became much harder when she stood up and began to talk as if she were leading the meeting.

"Good morning, everyone" she said.

All eyes turned to her and she saw that even the women had hunger in them as she stared at her, still braless under that thin shirt.

"So," she began, "last night Richard and I had a very… productive meeting."

"Us, too," Jasmine said, glancing up at Craig.

There was a pause of about a second and a half and the room erupted in laughter.

"Looks like this place did a number on us," Vic said, swinging his arm around Ashley and pulling her against him, no longer afraid of the others' opinions.

"He sure did a number on me," Caroline said, elbowing Jackson.

"The number was four," he said with a self-satisfied grin.

"Still coming in behind the champ," Vic said, and Ashley flashed seven fingers to the other girls.

"He had a lot to get out."

Melanie cleared her throat. "Well today's slides say that the name of the game was team building. Looks like you all got a head start."

The guys chuckled at the word "head." But then Mel pulled her top off, perky tits on display for the whole of Meridian Mutual, and the chuckling stopped.

"Richard explained to me last night that I have a new duty in my role as your intern. So in the interest of team building, who would like a morale boost?"

Shocked silence, then grins broke out across every face in the room. Six hands went up around the table.

"I knew I was right to skip the panties today," Jasmine muttered as Craig reached down to grope her chest.

Mel fell to her knees and crawled beneath the table, disappearing from view.

"Boys, take the pants off," her voice said from somewhere below. "Ladies, hike up those skirts."

There was a flurry of motion and before long, everyone at the table was naked from the waist down, and Richard began his presentation, cock pointing straight ahead and bobbing as he spoke.

Craig said "oh, oh wow, okay," in a hushed voice, trying not to interrupt the boss as Mel engulfed his cock. She got him off in three minutes flat. He came in her mouth and she swallowed and moved on, pinching his balls lightly, causing him to squeak.

Jasmine was sat next to him. Jasmine, who had put this whole trip in motion by saying the right thing at the right time. Melanie went down on her and Jasmine came with long moan, her head back and her hand flat on the table, not giving a single fuck if she interrupted Richard.

"Fuck that was hot," Ashley muttered and Vic shot her a look as if to ask if she were interested in something.

Jackson chose to shoot his load onto Mel's face, which then meant Caroline's thighs and pussy were smeared with it when Mel dove into the saleswoman's folds. Vic came quickly. He had been more that a little primed by his jerk sessions yesterday. The sight of the intern actually doing the things he'd just fantasized about was too much.

"Gooood boy," Ashley whispered in his ear as she watched Mel swallowing his load.

But when Mel reached the office administrator, Ashley took the girl's face and tilted it up to meet her eye. "It's your turn," she said then pulled Mel up and out from under. "Get on the table."

Mel did as she was told. She always did as she was told. She scrambled up and Richard's presentation came to a sputtering stop as she spread her legs wide on the edge of the table facing Ashley.

"Your slutty little display yesterday put Vic in quite a state."

Vic blushed furiously.

"I know," Mel said. "I watched you jerk him off under the table."

Ashley kissed Mel deeply, tongue probing her mouth and finding the taste of Vic everywhere.

"Well it opened the floodgates, and I had the best fucking sex of my life last night. So here's my thank you." Ashley leaned down and went to work licking Mel's pussy, but after a moment, she turned to look at Vic. "Are you just going to sit there or are you going to put your dick back in my cunt?"

It devolved immediately. There was no other word for it. There was no more presentation, no more Q3 recap, no more mission statement or updates to policies. Vic hammered back into Ashley. Caroline offered her mouth to Jackson and her ass to Craig. Jasmine climbed up on the table with Mel and sat right down on her face, letting the intern eat her out for the second time in 30 minutes. She should be satisfied, but something about this fucking hotel. She was insatiable.

Richard watched his office succumb to their basest desires. He stood and surveyed, feeling almost proud. He'd done such a good job bringing everyone together. He watched Jasmine's body shudder and spray her squirt across Mel's face. Mel came at the same time, finally succumbing to Ashley's inexperienced but eager tongue. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at the boss.

He saw her laying there, cum smeared across her face, and she smiled the same fucking way Eva smiled at him. Then she gave her head a little nod, beckoning him inward. "Coming, Daddy?"

How could he ever say no?

Conference Itinerary:
Block V. Wednesday 12 pm to 2 pm
Greenwater Room
Lunch

Elara brought the lunches in at noon and she found a room completely consumed with sex. Richard in Jasmine's mouth. Craig in Mel's ass. Ashley bouncing on Vic, her mature breasts seeming much perkier than they had when she arrived.

"My, my," Elara said and eight heads turned to look at her. "Looks like some of you have eaten already." She pulled her top open, letting her massive hotel-enhanced breasts spill out. "But I'm happy to add to the feast."

Eyes glazed and cum dripping from her lips, Caroline staggered over to the newcomer and wordlessly latched onto Elara's nipple. Richard walked over as well, but before he could make any move, Elara offered him the tablet she carried.

"I had a feeling this might happen," she said. "I took the liberty of moving you all into our biggest suite for the last night of your stay tonight. So you can continue to enjoy your stay."

Richard stuttered.

"You just have to sign here."

He scribbled an approximation of his signature without looking at the massive increase in price. Elara smiled, then lowered his head to her free breast, where he began to suck and closed his eyes.

The next day, the eight of them stood in the departure lounge. Mel was attached to Richard's side. Vic had an arm around Ash, idling groping her as she smiled. The others were equally familiar. Jackson, Caroline, Craig, and Jasmine had spent the night all sharing a single massive bed, refusing to pair off and sharing everything as a unit.

Then the golden light filled the room.

"You had a wonderful conference," Preston said to the collection of people. "You are going to be a tighter-knit team after this trip. You are going to find you work exceptionally well together. You will not remember any of the sexual aspects of your stay here."

Sixteen vacant eyes stayed locked on the Force Focus as he spoke.

"You will remember the pleasure and relaxation and you will think favorably about the resort. You will want to return. Do you understand."

Eight voices spoke in unison.

"Good."

The light clicked off and immediately all postures changed. People that had been clinging to each other straightened up and drifted to an appropriate distance for coworkers. Because that's all they were, after all. And all they ever had been.

Back at home, thought, Ashley found herself glancing at Vic across the room and her staunchly faithful mind began to wonder and wander. She would never. But a girl could dream. Richard smiled at Melanie as she clocked out and he was reminded again about how much the girl looked like Eva. And as he unpacked later and found his shirt stained and crusty, a voice called up from somewhere downstairs.

"Daddy, I'm home!" Richard found his cock tightening in his pants. "I've got an hour before my night lecture, so I'm swinging by to throw some clothes in the wash."

An image in his mind. A face painted with cum calling him Daddy. A beckoning look. A hunger.

"That's… that's fine Eva." He pressed his hand against his bulge. "When is your next week-long break? I think you'd love the resort I just took the company to."