Conference Hookup, pt 2
Priya goes to set up her company's booth at the conference. Unfortunately, their rival is next to them and a certain handsome, smooth-talking sales rep is manning the booth. So Priya plays dirty...
Well, this delay was brought to you in part by the fact that we’re in the holidays and I’m a fool for thinking my life won’t be a series of errands and events for the remainder of the year, and the fact that this part turned out way longer than I expected. I try not to go over 3k, but this one is about 4k words.
I also feel like I could do a third part for this story. Which is why you’ll find a poll at the end of this part. Either I can share a third part with you all instead of another travel short for this week or I’ll just do the third part when I eventually release this story on kindle.
Friendly reminder: My education based shorts from September will be removed for kindle release in January. My monster based shorts from October will be removed for kindle release in February.
So I’ll have the poll up for like 3 days to see if anyone has an opinion on the matter. That said, we had a poll last week to see which Christmas themed short you wanted to see in December and there were an impressive amount of votes. Maybe the most I’ve ever had on a poll! There was a clear winner though and I can’t say I’m horribly surprised that y’all want to see a Naughty Girl Getting More Than Coal 😉
Holiday Office Party Hijinks also got a lot of votes and frankly, that one was one of my favorites, so I do expect that will make an appearance too next month.
Anyway, enjoy the continuation of Liam and Priya’s erotic romp, and make sure to vote on what you want to see next!
I don’t know what time we finished. I’m fairly certain I did some fucking while lucid dreaming too.
Who knows? Better yet, who cares? It was all amazing and I’ve never felt so satisfied and boneless before.
It’s 5am and I’m grateful my bladder woke me up in time to gather my things and head to my own room. I need a shower and several cups of coffee since I need to be at our booth early to set up displays showing off our tech and a large monitor that plays our demo and informational reel.
Once I’m decent enough to get from here to my own room, I find the obligatory notepad and pen that all hotel rooms have. I leave a quick note with my number on it in case he’d like to spend the rest of the conference hooking up.
Usually in these circumstances, I know it’s a 50/50 chance and that I shouldn’t get my hopes up either way. Some guys want to sample a variety of flavors while traveling, and some like a “conference girlfriend”. I’m good with it either way—at least usually I am.
Liam and I gelled so well together. I find myself glancing his way over and over again as if this may be the last time I see his face and I want to memorize it.
Dammit, I know better than to get attached like this.
I give my head a shake and head for the door, sneaking away as quietly as possible before heading up a couple of floors to my room.
Thankfully I get to the exhibition hall with time to spare and stroll in leisurely with my travel mug full of black as night coffee.
I check in with the organizers to get the most up to date map of the booths since they almost always get switched up last minute. I generally don’t care if we’re moved from where we expected to be so long as I had enough access to outlets. However, Scarlett usually feels otherwise.
That said, we are in the same booth they’ve had us assigned to since the beginning. However, I have to fight back a smirk when I see that one of the neighboring booths did change. Scarlett is definitely going to be throwing a fit once she realizes our biggest rival, Cybertooth, is now next door.
I sigh and send her a text. I’d rather her scream via text than in person.
Then I head to the booth and get to work.
Unlike Scarlett, I don’t have a competitive spirit. So I nod at our rival’s tech guy, and he gives me a pinched, exhausted smile. He also raises his hand in greeting before going back to work with installing a couple of massive towers that will likely be running most of their tech displays.
My pocket starts buzzing nonstop, telling me Scarlett is awake and angry. Usually I ignore the deluge of text messages from her whenever this happens. The constant pinging is often a new gripe of hers that I can do nothing about, so it feels pointless to keep up with her rants.
However, today my setup is being constantly interrupted by my need to check each new message in case one of them is from Liam instead of Scarlett.
It’s only ever her though and so I occasionally add a sympathetic acknowledgement of her concerns before putting my cell away with a bit more frustration each time.
Why hasn’t he texted yet?
I mean, I know there’s no real reason for him to text. It was a one night stand—a fling. I’ve had plenty before and I’m sure to have more after. Though he’s going to be a hard act to follow…
“Fuck,” I hiss after pinching my skin when closing the flap over one of our display table’s cord management grommets.
Then my phone pings again as if to punctuate my agitation.
I almost don’t check it, but there’s apparently a part of me that’s more of a romantic than I want to admit. A part that’s going to keep holding out hope that it’s from—
“Liam!” I gasp when I see the text from an unknown number.
I glance around to see if anyone noticed my sudden, gleeful outburst and my cheeks bloom with color when I catch our rival’s techie looking at me with an arched brow.
“Sorry,” I say with a measured smile before turning away and reading the message.
“It’s Liam. Glad you left your number. Maybe tonight we have dinner before getting to the midnight exercise. Sound good?”
I’m practically radiating happiness as I quickly calculate the optimal amount of time to leave between his text and my answer.
“You’re too damn happy considering our situation.”
I bounce and shove my phone in my pocket as if Scarlett had just caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.
“Oh no, that’s because… Doesn’t matter.” I shake myself loose and fall back into a work mindset. I’d have hours of idleness ahead of me, I’ll get back to him later. “Everything is setup. Just need to verify the new version of our app is running all right on your tablet.”
I turn to grab her work tablet for her, but my attention is pulled away the next second—not because of the audible growl I heard rumbling in Scarlett’s throat, but because of the voice that caused her feral reaction.
“Well, good morning, Diginext crew! Ready to watch everyone skip over your booth for ours?”
It may have had a bright patronizing bounce to it, but there was no doubting it was the same voice telling me to scream for him last night.
“Fuck off, Cybertooth asshole.”
“Oof, they sent a fighter this time.”
My back stiffens as I listen to Liam chuckling at my feisty sales rep.
I wonder for a moment if he realizes I’m the one standing behind Scarlett. However, my back is facing him and I look nothing like I did last night.
Though Scarlett gets to wear a nice dress in Diginext’s royal blue color, us techies, for some reason, have to wear a polo in the same color with our logo embroidered on it. With that, a pair of khakis, and my worn down black sneakers, my body has zero shape to it. My hair is also pulled back in a tight ponytail and my makeup is minimal at best.
“You stay on your side and we’ll get along fine.”
Scarlett’s tone didn’t seem to support this statement, but when I dare to glance over my shoulder, I see Liam with a wide smile and his hands up in the air in surrender.
“I’m not here to start a war, we were as…surprised as you were with the last minute shift. So why don’t we start over. Hi, I’m Liam Clemens. My partner over here is Roy Barber.”
I can practically hear Scarlett’s teeth grinding from here, but she does eventually speak up.
“Scarlett Hines and that’s Priya Reddy.”
My back stiffens when she says my name and when I turn I realize that Scarlett is also looking my way, perhaps wondering why I’m being particularly standoffish when I usually don’t give a shit who our neighbors are.
“Priya,” says Liam, my name a rolling purr in his handsome throat. “What a lovely name.”
There’s a mischievous smirk on his lips but that shifts into a congenial smile when Scarlett spins back around, likely annoyed he only made a comment about my name.
Not that Scarlett is vain, but it does come off as like another dig at her as a rival since he’s buttering up the techie who doesn’t really impact his sales and not her.
“Don’t you have better things to do than be creepy with my partner?”
“Yes,” he says with a disappointed sigh. “May we both score lucrative contracts, Ms. Hines.”
He holds out his hand as a peace offering. Scarlett hesitates for a moment, but considering the increased foot traffic by our fooths—even if they’re just more exhibitors and not potential clients—she reels her anger in and puts on her best fake smile. She takes his hand, though it’s clear her nails are indenting his skin as she does.
“To lucrative contracts, Mr. Clemens.”
They finally release their death grips and when Scarlett turns to hide her eye roll and sneer, I catch Liam flashing me another devious smirk and a bounce of his eyebrows.
This is going to be one of the more interesting conferences I’ve been to, and I’m here for it.
I’m actually fairly busy in the morning as interactions with conference attendees illuminates a few modifications I need to make to our setup. Scarlett and Liam also kept their distance, both busy enough on their own without any need to snipe prospective clients from the other.
Then, once it seems I’ve addressed all the issues that came up, I take a seat and check my phone. As expected there’s a couple of messages from our supervisor checking in and an assortment of unimportant emails. But there is one text that catches my eye.
“If only she knew how distracted I am with you right there, she wouldn’t be as concerned as she is.”
I smirk at Liam’s text and look over to see him in deep conversation with an interested party.
I text back, “Just me sitting here’s a distraction? I can’t imagine how distracted you’d be if I actually tried to disrupt you.”
A few seconds later, I see him glance at his watch while the potential customers watch a demo on a screen. He smirks and quickly pulls out his phone to respond before slipping it back in and turning to the customers as if he had been dutifully by their side the whole time.
My phone pings.
“You can’t say something like that and not follow through with it. Bring it on.”
A devious smirk climbs my cheeks and I plan my attack.
I get my moment about an hour later.
Scarlett has sunk her claws into someone and is wholly focused on them. She’s always tenacious, but she’s a bit extra right now because Liam has convinced a pair of representatives from a large conglomerate to sit down at their back table for a more private discussion and presentation.
Their back table is obscured from our view by a dividing curtain between our spaces. However, I’d seen their layout earlier and I know their table butts up against the curtain and is draped along three sides with a table skirt that reaches the floor. The back side is open to allow Liam and Roy room to pull up tight against the table’s edge and gives them easy access to the mess of cables under the table.
All that said, anyone not on their side of the table can’t see under it, while anyone under the table has access to their side.
With Scarlett hyper focused on keeping pace with Liam’s sales, I sneak to the back of our own table. Should she look over, she wouldn’t for a second think I’m doing anything other than attending to our computer towers or cables. Once I’m on the ground, I find the bottom of the dividing curtain and lift it just enough to find where the side of their table is.
Thankfully, it does line up fairly neatly with our placement and I’m able to hear that Liam’s tech, Roy, is providing a deeper dive into the coding and components of their software—which means the clients and Roy will be distracted.
It’s now or never.
Thankfully, I’m rather petite and lean so I slide under the dividing curtain and table skirt without disrupting the fabric too much. I do hear someone shift close by and I halt immediately. However, Roy’s steady explanation continues unhindered so I can only assume no one’s noticed I’m crossing enemy lines.
Once I’m under their table, I take a few deep, steadying breaths.
This is beyond dumb. I will get fired for this if caught. And yet I am absolutely going to do this.
Jittering with anticipation and grinning like a fool, I spot Liam’s pressed slacks nearest me while Roy’s legs are several feet away. Crawling a little closer, I send a trembling hand to Liam’s knee.
Thankfully, I pull away before his jump of surprise smashes my fingers between his knee and the tabletop.
Roy’s presentation stops and I feel my blood go cold. If Liam makes a big deal looking under the table, I’m cooked.
“Sorry. My apologies. I had a sudden muscle cramp in my leg. Probably from standing for so long today.”
The clients’ offer their own experiences with terrible cramps and how they always pick the worst time to happen. After they chuckle a bit, Roy continues and Liam scoots back in, though he takes a moment to glance beneath the table and catch my amused expression as I press a finger to my lips.
When he pulls back to the table, he scooches all the way in and spreads his legs so I’m caged between them.
That’s all the permission I need to continue my plans. With a mischievous energy vibrating through me, I send my hands up his legs, pushing forward along the inside of his thighs. I bite back a giggle when I find the fabric nice and tight against his zipper.
Above me he clears his throat and slouches, pushing his hips further beneath the table. Based on his position, I don’t think the clients have any chance of seeing what I’m up to. However, if Roy gets distracted from his presentation and glances over and down, he might just notice there’s more than legs lurking under the table.
So I don’t hesitate. I go right in, sliding the heel of my hand over the seam of his pants, pressing in from taint to tip. While that hand teases him and keeps his thick length nice and hard for me, the other reaches higher to undo his buckle. Thankfully his leather belt is well-loved and pliable so it isn’t too much of a fight to pull it free.
I cast a glance over to where Roy sits only feet away. Pulling the strap back to get the prong out of the notch requires a lot of movement in an area fairly visible to Liam’s partner. It causes me to pause, listening in to the conversation above. Maybe if I catch him discussing a difficult topic or he directs them to—
My attention is pulled back to my task at hand when Liam takes care of it himself in one fluid motion that I almost missed despite my face being less than a foot away from his groin.
With that loosed, I get right back to work with popping his pant button and drawing down the zipper. Unable to resist, I dive in-between his thighs and mouth at his cock through his boxers.
Above is a tight drawn in breath that Liam hides with a sudden cough. Conversation stutters, but goes right back as if nothing happened.
My teeth grab a bit of fabric and I pull back.
The bounce of his stomach as he reacts to my touch and restrains his groan is delectable. I see the tip of his hardened length pushing through the slight gap I’ve made between him and the elastic band. My hands take hold, my nails purposefully skimming his abs, and I’m delighted by the shiver that answers my efforts.
Liam’s chair squeaks as he leans forward over the table. Only the curve of his ass is on the very edge of the chair, bringing as much of his body toward me as he can. As a result, his glistening tip taps my nose when I finally free his cock and hook the band of his boxer’s beneath his balls. I don’t know how well they’ll hold his underwear down considering how tightly they cling to the base of his shaft, already eager to unleash their seed, but I don’t want to risk exposure by tugging his pants and boxers down further than they already are.
Time really is of the essence and clearly both of us are ready.
I lick his little slit, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum before sucking the fat head into my mouth.
I hear what may be the sound of nails scratching over the tabletop above me and I can see how his core muscles fight to keep his body still.
So instead of giving him a chance to calm down in preparation for my next move, I go all in.
He shouldn’t have challenged me.
My hands hook around the backs of his knees and I nearly pull him off his chair as I push him deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I take a steadying breath through my nose while the legs muscles beneath my palms tighten into rock hard slabs.
I go further and further, pushing him down into my throat, my gag reflex tugging at me but still under control.
I hear another wheezing cough above me as well as muttered apologies. Then when Roy’s voice resumes, I press in with intention to get my nose to Liam’s curly pubic hair. However, when I finally reach my destination, it’s not completely on my own merit.
At some point, the hand furthest from the others slid beneath the table and took firm hold of my ponytail. Unable to thrust into me like he probably wants—since that would be beyond obvious to the clients and Roy—he pushes and tugs my head back and forth. The pace is brutal and my eyes water from both the rough fucking of my throat, and the sharp pain of individual strands of hair yanking against my scalp.
And holy shit is it fucking hot.
With him controlling my movement now, I remove both hands from my grip on his legs and take them to my own waistband. My khakis are soon shoved as far down as I can manage in the tight space and my kneeling position. Then I dig my fingers into my panties and get right to work on my clit while the other hand returns to his leg to keep myself anchored against him.
We work our arms in tight frantic pulses, both desperate to get off before someone notices and unwilling to end the experience that has both of us near bursting.
“Priya!”
It’s Scarlett’s sharp call that nearly gags me instead of Liam’s swollen cock. Both of us go rigid, his hand fisting my hair and his length pushing against the back of my throat while my hand has two fingers poised inside me and the heel of my palm pressing so hard against my clit it’s almost painful. Yet neither of us move.
“Priya!”
There’s a huff of frustration loud enough to penetrate the multiple curtains of fabric separating me from Scarlett.
She then speaks again, but this time with a measured, overly sweet voice.
“My apologies, she usually notifies me when she needs to step away from the booth, but I’m sure she just went to use the restroom. I can show you another demo that highlights some features you may not currently need but might prove useful down the road.”
We both wait a beat before assuming she’s distracted again.
Now there’s all urgency. No more games, no more savoring. That can all be saved for tonight.
Holding my jaw open, waiting for Scarlett to move on, has accumulated a lot of saliva in my mouth. I attempt to swallow it down, my throat massaging his cock just as he pushes me as hard as he can into his pelvis. There’s no hiding the moan he releases when he finally shoots rope after rope of cum down my throat. Thankfully both that and his cock muffles my own groan of pleasure as I curl my fingers against just the right spot and hit my orgasm.
“Mr. Clemens, are you all right?”
“I’m so sorry for not being forthright. I kept hoping it would take care of itself.” His voice is rough and breathy, but the cool evenness that has always been present remains. “Truth is, it’s not a cramp in my leg. It’s… I don’t want to be too vivid, but I might have been too adventurous in trying food from a street vendor near the airport when I came in yesterday.”
“Oh, man, been there,” says the concerned voice of one client.
They go on telling him that he should go and take care of himself. They assure him they have every intention to sign the contract. Scarlett is probably fuming if she’s listening in. If Liam gets a sale while dealing with “food poisoning” she’ll be insufferable for the remainder of the conference.
That, however, is not my concern right now. I, instead, focus on swallowing everything he shot into me down and doing what I can to tuck Liam’s softened cock back into his clothes. I go to button his pants, but the moment I’ve gotten his zipper pulled up he pulls away.
“I think I will have to take up your kind offer and step away for a bit. I admittedly hoped if I relieved some pressure on my stomach it would help, but it just doesn’t seem to be working.”
His excuse keeps them from raising any questions about the state of his pants and belt. Liam seems to have a really talented tongue in more ways than one.
Confident his smooth talking will keep him safe, I yank my pants up as best as I can and make a beeline back to my side of the curtain. I take half a second to look through a gap to make sure any nearby feet are turned away. Then I dive beneath the divider and land safe and sound beneath my own table.
I pause, taking a breath now that being under a table isn’t an odd occurrence, given all our tech is down here.
“Priya!” Scarlett hisses my name just as I’m about to emerge from my hiding spot. “Have you been down there the whole damn time?!”
“What? No. One of the outlets was acting up so I went to talk to the convention center staff about it.”
“I never saw you leave or return,” she mutters low enough so the client she still has on her hook can’t hear her.
“You were doing your thing reeling him in,” I whisper innocently. “I didn’t want to disrupt you.”
Her glare tells me she doesn’t believe me, but I doubt she has any other explanation for my disappearance besides that I may have been napping on the floor.
“Whatever,” she finally growls. “It’s your turn, so tuck in your fucking shirt and get ready to show him the bells and whistles for the Icarus Suite.”
“Right,” I say, blushing hard as I quickly clean up my appearance. “Ready when you are.”
“No you weren’t, but whatever.”
She then turns to face our potential client with an effortless smile that didn’t show a hint of her annoyance.
As she directs him to come back to see me, I look down at my phone which is illuminated with an alert from a new text message.
“Well played. I’ll get revenge tonight.”
I smirk and quickly type back a message before stowing the phone away and greeting the client with a wide smile and a handshake: “Bring it on.”