Literotic asexstories – Switch, Ch. 02 by SimonO,SimonO
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“Seats 3A and 12B.”
“Ok.”
Caroline handed me my ticket to board the aircraft.
As the project had drawn to a near close, the client had been very insistent that the project leadership — ie, Caroline and me – travel to Chicago to meet with them. Caroline had sent me a simple email the previous Friday to be ready to go for four days to Chicago, leaving on Tuesday morning. We were supposed to be in Chicago in their offices by 10 am.
We met at the airport very early, with Caroline showing up with one minute to spare before the flight boarded, and so we boarded together. But somehow she had managed to have our seats reserved so we would not be sitting together. This amused me to no end and gave me such a jolt of pleasure. This meant without a doubt that she had been and still was uncomfortable and that she did not want to discuss anything.
It had been weeks since I saw her at the meeting, and each day it got more interesting to me as she appeared increasingly more uncomfortable at each encounter. She had not been able to shake the experience either. Of course, I could have just confronted her in the office, but that would have invited passers-by to hear about another side of not only her but also myself. This trip was actually what I needed.
This made the chase a bit more exciting.
“Which one do you want?” I was walking behind her with my overnight carry-on.
“I got 12B.”
I shrugged. “3A it is. See you in Chicago, Caroline.”
“Yea.” She quickly scooted back the remaining rows to her seat. I managed to see that not only did I not have a seatmate, but she didn’t either.
I smiled at her as I sat down. She quickly averted her eyes. Yep, the chase was getting exciting.
The flight proved uneventful. She barely acknowledged me as we went through the airport in Chicago. I decided to let things simmer so I didn’t mention anything in our little moments where it was just the two of us. Not enough time to really delve into it anyway, and I wanted to make sure when it was discussed it was not interrupted.
She seemed more tightly wound than usual. She of course had been in the office, but it felt like she was concerned that with so much time together she was in danger of having to finally face it. While she tried desperately to avoid me at the office, she couldn’t do it here. She finally had to face how she felt about the world I spent my time in. This just fed me.
We met with the client all day, meeting after meeting with various project stakeholders. Several more final working meeting days would follow with us traveling home on Friday afternoon, as the client anticipated a late Friday wrap-up. The final day, Friday, we were to meet with their project staff separately and their CIO for bigger picture discussions and next phases of the project, which always made my bosses happy to get a view of future work, which of course meant more money.
As I acted as the technical lead, clients often discussed these things pretty openly with me as they knew I wasn’t trying to sell them anything. In fact, the CIO likely wanted to get a “free” hour of technical advising and brainstorming. Frankly, I lived for that kind of stuff so I was looking forward to it. Chances were, Caroline was going to sit in and take notes, which of course the longer the list the happier our sales execs were going to be. They weren’t invited to Chicago for these client meetings so they really couldn’t work their voodoo. It all depended on Caroline and me.
She managed to arrange a one-on-one with her counterpart at the client for lunch, so we went our separate ways on the first day. I usually liked to work during lunch so that was fine.
As the last meeting of the day came to a close, I had thought about things with Caroline all day, and so had built up a little excitement over how I could handle things with her. Tonight. It was going to be tonight. Let’s see how she reacts.
We arrived at the hotel. It was pretty nice, all on the client’s dime. Before Caroline could do it, I grabbed her bag. She gave me a brief dark look but then just followed me in.
We checked in and headed up to the fourth floor where both of our rooms were.
“Let’s grab dinner, Caroline.” She was at her door and I was at mine, three down from hers.
“I think I am going to just . . .”
“You need to eat, Caroline. Plus the client is paying for it, so let’s meet downstairs in thirty minutes and grab food at the hotel bar. I checked it out and they have decent food there. And we can discuss today and what will happen tomorrow.”
She got ready to open her mouth again, so I just interrupted.
“Great. See you in a bit.” And with that I opened my door and headed in.
I headed down twenty minutes later. I was setting the pace so I wanted to get there ahead of her.
I had ordered a bottle of wine, light and fruity. The table had been set, as it were.
She walked in about ten minutes late. She looked around with a little uncertainty and then eventually met my stare. The déjà vu was not lost on me, and maybe not lost on her either. I smiled. She eventually began walking towards me.
She had not changed out of her dark gray heather sheath dress. Her sandy blond-ish brown-ish hair had been tied into a ponytail.
I stood up and pulled out her chair. “Glad you didn’t bolt back out the door.”
She actually blushed and averted her eyes. She apparently had been thinking the same thing.
She opened her mouth to speak but I continued, “I took the liberty of ordering wine for us.”
She nodded as I poured.
I had discovered over time that I loved taking control in situations like this. It was a bit of a game to me. And she was acting as I thought she would: she was NOT in control, she was in my hands, and so I was running things. And if my guess was correct she may be secretly deep down loving it. Maybe.
Tomorrow, she would be running the meetings and such so the dynamic would shift again. But what excited me was the thought that even though she would be “managing ” things, secretly she would be remembering moments like this. Moments where she relished in giving up control to a person who knew exactly what he wanted.
And at that moment I certainly knew exactly what I wanted.
“What are you hungry for?” I casually pushed the menu across the table to her.
Apparently she welcomed that escape from having to deal with me. I sat and watched her look at the menu. She put it down and just stared at me.
“Well? What are you going to have?”
It looked like she really struggled as to whether she wanted to give me this information. I knew what was going on in her mind. The little internal battle sometimes proved the most satisfying initially, and most impactful in the long run.
I continued to stare, waiting. She sighed and gave in.
“A half turkey club sandwich and whatever the soup of the day is.”
I nodded.
The waitress came over at that point and smiled at Caroline. “Hi. Welcome to the Tavern. I am Tami.” She then turned back to me. “Ready for some food?”
“Yes, what is your soup of the day?”
“It’s a creamy carrot soup, sir.” I glanced at her, “would that be ok?” She stared at me. She was thrown off-kilter again. And then seemingly not sure how to handle it, she nodded.
“Yes, she would be fine with that. Also she would like a glass of water and a half turkey club sandwich.” Before the waitress could respond, I added, “and I will take a Reuben.”
“Very good sir.” And with that the waitress left.
“So how did you think today went?” I casually took a sip of wine, silently enjoying her trying to process what was happening.
“Oh. . . yeah . . . I think the groups were happy with everything, especially the operations side. The customer care department seemed to have some longer term goals. Robert will be happy because it will likely lead to more work. Happy customer and all that.” She paused, slightly awkwardly, “you?”
“Sure. The people on the ground loved everything. IT is having a heyday. Their lives just got a lot easier, that’s for sure. The punch list of changes is small. We can have that done before we even leave Chicago on Friday afternoon. I sent John the list before we left the client’s this afternoon and he apparently already started working on it immediately. He seemed confident it would be addressed quickly.”
I shrugged, “so one day down and everyone is happy. Just need to survive three more. But honestly, Caroline, I have a very good feeling about this project and this client.”
She nodded in agreement and sipped her wine. We sat quietly for about a minute or two. Her eyes seemed to avoid meeting mine. I found myself relishing in the amusement of it all.
“So, let’s talk about the club meeting, shall we?” I threw it out, mostly to see how she would react. I had hoped it would make her a little more uncomfortable, not because I enjoyed seeing her suffer but really because her being uncomfortable about it confirms what I had been assuming about her interest in such things.
And she didn’t disappoint. Again. She froze, looking like she was trying to figure out how to get out of talking about it.
I didn’t wait. She was answering my questions just fine by squirming.
“Have you actually ever been in a Dominant and submissive relationship before? Or were you just curious that night?”
Deer in headlights. I waited.
“I . . . ” She started. Maybe she was hoping I would jump in and save her, but I didn’t. I wanted to hear the answer, waiting for what felt like five full minutes of silence.
I think the fact that she needed to answer finally dawned on her and she sighed.
She then just mumbled, “curious.”
“So you never have tried anything like that before?”
She shook her head. Her eyes kept moving down, averting her gaze.
At some point I anticipated that she might be more comfortable with this. It just wasn’t yet.
“Look at me Caroline.” Her eyes came straight up, almost automatically. “Good.” She continued to look at me, but even the word ‘good’ spoken seemed to almost make her wince. Internal battles.
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