Chapter 8
Although Holly Sidlander had used his tongue to satisfy Gail before they went to sleep Friday night, the woman was not content. Not that a good clit-tonguing wasn't enjoyable, but she wanted to come with a cock in her cunt. Sam had spoiled her.
The following morning, Sidlander fucked Gail again, but although he climaxed, she didn't, and he had to once again resort to tonguing her clit to bring her off. Then, after a good breakfast, Sidlander attended a conference meeting, telling Gail he didn't need notes taken this time, and she was free to shop in the hotel arcade. He gave her his charge-card, telling her to be "reasonable."
Gail felt irritated with Sidlander. She had hoped to build a romantic relationship with the man, but it was obvious he was having none of it. In fact, his entire demeanor was one of a sugar-daddy. Well, if he intended treating Gail like a mistress, then she intended acting like one. Going to the arcade, she purchased four dresses for herself, and two for Lisa. She knew her daughter was almost the same size as herself, though a bit smaller in the bust area. Then she bought some blouses and skirts, as well as two topcoats for spring and fall. She requested the clothing be delivered to her home because she didn't want to be burdened carrying packages. Besides, she didn't want Sidlander seeing how much she bought until he received the bill. Then she returned to the dining room to meet Sidlander for lunch.
After lunch, Gail played a little tennis with another girl who was there for the same reason as she, but with another man. Her name was Rona. She was as dark as Gail, with tanner flesh, and larger breasts.
"Hey, look," Rona said to her. "I don't know about you, but my boss is taking too much for granted. I was lucky in that he asked me to drive up here and meet him here. So I have my own car. I've been very tempted to drive home, today."
"That bad?" Gail asked, as the two of them returned the rented tennis racquets and balls.
"Yeah," Rona nodded. "Hey, if you want to come with me, just say the word. I don't like the idea of driving alone."
"Can you stay until supper?" Gail asked. "I'll know by then."
"Sure, I guess so," Rona nodded. "But we'll be back home when it's dark."
"I know," Gail said. "But I haven't had too bad a time, and I'd like to give my boss one more chance at 'making me happy.'"
"I wish you luck," Rona told her. "I know, when I get upstairs, my boss'll be on me before I even get into the shower."
"Holly . . . Mr. Sidlander . . . is a little more considerate than that," Gail admitted.
The two girls parted company, and Gail went up to the suite she was sharing with Sidlander. She heard voices coming from his room, and decided to take a quick shower and change before joining him. Going to the bathroom, she locked his door, then showered and dried herself off. But when she stepped into her own room, she found Sidlander waiting, and with him was another man introduced as Tom Kobich, and both stared at her naked body with wide, drunken eyes.