Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

You mean to tell me you've never tried rock climbing or scubadiving or parachuting or, well, anything? You don't know what you're missing, sweetheart. THAT was the champagne talking. And it kept on talking, it seemed Listen Claire, it is a crime against all I know of that you who live here haven't taken advantage of any of the extreme sports on offer. Now, I plan to go rock climbing later today, and I need a partner. Would you mind terribly accompanying me? It's easy to learn but difficult to master. I can teach you the basics if you like. I'll have to check my schedule... Claire seemed tentative, Lance was married, and ... he was a client, a customer, of the hotel! AND, she was afraid of heights. Deathly afraid of heights. AND, she had to work. She rubbed her temples, a headache coming on. That champagne went straight to my head, I'm afraid. If you'll excuse me, I need to je- get some sleep. But if you want to learn the basics of rock climbing, please meet me later. It was probably a good idea. Claire took her leave, closing the double doors with a click. She stopped abruptly, hearing the faint grunts and groans of the man she just said good-bye to, was it just her, or could she hear the unmistakeable grunts of him... masturbating? She shook her head, it was probably just her. She waited for the elevator to take her to the lobby, and ignoring a verbal attack on how Lance really was - first from her father, then from various female staff, she touched the computer screen, looking through her daily schedule. He said later. She didn't know when later meant. She already knew she was going. It was just admitting it to herself, that was the hard part. She sighed in defeat, marching into her personal suite, the one she had begged her father from after she turned sixteen, and undressed. In the privacy of her own personal space, she admired her naked self in the full-length mirror and smiled. Her body felt hot to the touch when she thought what Lance's hands would feel on her bare, porcelain body. She shook her head, she was thinking foolish thoughts. She had a warm shower, and changed into appropriate rock climbing gear - a loose gray t-shirt, with a matching gray bra underneath, and a pair of her favorite skin-tight Lululemon black leggings that cupped every curve she had. It was the search for her worn out Nike sneakers that was the real search. By the time she had found them, and a pair of clean white socks, she heard the familiar buzz of her headset, Andrea - the new receptionist had eagerly told her, after much trial and error from getting words out, that Lance wanted to meet with her again for rock climbing. It was clear Andrea thought they would spend most of the time doing something else. Before she left her room, she shook out her hair, combed it thoroughly and put it up in a messy ponytail, smiling at her vanity mirror before she retraced her steps back into his suite. She knocked three times. She blushed, she already felt a familiar heat creep up between her legs, and scrunched her hands into fists to try to think of something else. Her head was tilted back, and her lips were parted for a few moments in silence, her eyes squeezing closed as she tried not to think lewd thoughts about a married man. And he's an actor, she thought, he probably gets... pussy everyday of his life, if he wanted. So, why was she standing in front of his suite door for the second time in a day? She sighed, thinking that she should bolt out of here. She was nervous and fidgety around him enough, the thought of scaling a wall beside him or holding his rope firmly was not something she should be doing. Still, ... she couldn't help thinking about his wife. Why wouldn't she plan her business trips around his work? Why wasn't she here with him?