Adultery The Sales Star by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hello." I said and a long breathless stream of words flew out of the earpiece in response.

"Madam, please listen. I knocked. There was no response. There was no Do Not Disturb sign. I was just doing my job. And I had only been in the suite five minutes. I didn't even know you were in the bedroom. I didn't see anything. I promise. My mother's promise. Please don't complain to the manager. I have two unmarried sisters. Please don't get me fired. Please madam please madam please madam...."

I heard him start sobbing. And I felt bad for the poor guy. It wasn't his fault. And he hadn't done anything untoward.

"Okay, calm down. I won't complain."

"Thank you madam. Thank you."

I hung up the receiver and reached for my cellphone to call Uday. Shit, it was out of charge. As I threw off the blanket wrapped around me and looked for my clothes, I noticed it for the first time. The stickiness between my legs. And some dried cum on my thighs. I was confused. To the best of my recollection, I had cleaned it all up in the morning when I showered. or had I? I walked back to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up again.

Then I spent ten minutes looking for my underwear in the room, but I couldn't find the thong or the bra. Uday had taken the bra off in the restaurant, and I was sure he had put it in his pocket. But it wasn't around.

I pulled on the dress anyway, and looked in the mirror. Oh hell no! This looks way too obscene! Then I remembered that I had looked exactly like that last night in front of the whole restaurant, and I turned red with shame. But then I turned my mind back to the matter at hand. I had to get back to my room. And I couldn't wear this.

Eventually I stepped out of the room with a nice long bathrobe tightly wrapped around me and my purse and phone in my hand. It brought back memories of getting fucked on the balcony, and I felt another pang of shame and regret. It wasn't ideal attire. But at least it wasn't as skanky as someone with boobs as big as me going bra-less in a tube dress.

I got to my room in a few minutes, encountering only cursory glances from people I passed. I guess they assumed I was going to or coming back from the resort pool. I took another quick shower, and picked out the most conservative granny panties I could find and the bra with the largest cups. Over that I wore a pant suit, buttoned my shirt all the way up, and made sure I was wearing the simplest formal shoes I had brought. I picked up my cellphone. Shit! Forgot to plug it in! It was still dead. Doesn;t matter. I could just go to the conference and ask around until I found Uday or Sharma.

"Hello ma'am." the woman at the reception flashed me her most genuine fake smile.

"Hi. Could you tell me which floor or which halls the Zincorp conference is being held in?"

"What conference ma'am?"

"Zincorp."

"Zincorp....Zincorp....Zincorp...." she checked the computer screen and clicked her mouse a few times. "Do you mean Jindal Group, ma'am?"

"No, not Jindal Group. Zincorp. They have a big leadership conference. And a lot of entertainment events planned."

"I don't see it here ma'am. Let me check with my supervisor. He handles corporate relations anyway."

She went to a room adjoining the reception desk and came out with a middle aged man in a black suit.

"Did you ask for Zincorp, miss?" he politely asked me.

"Yes. Not Jindal Group. Zincorp." I said, getting annoyed.

"I am aware of the difference between Jindal and Zincorp, miss." He said with a smile. "But there seems to be some confusion. Zincorp did have their leadership conference here. But it was three months ago. They have no event planned here."

I walked back to my room as if in a trance. What the fuck was happening here? There was no conference? So where were Uday and Sharma? And why were we here? In the elevator, I tried hard to remember the brochure Sharma had shown me in his office when he talked about the conference. I had just seen the mugshots of the leadership team and seen the picture of the resort. But I hadn't looked at any of the details.

I reached my room, plugged my phone in, and started to think. And then a sinking pit formed in my stomach as my brain finally started processing all the events rationally. There was only one possible explanation. Oh my god!

That's when my phone rang. It was Uday. As if on autopilot, I answered.

"Ketaki, where are you????"

"I am in my room."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few seconds."

I sat on the bed in silence, staring at myself in the mirror. Now my brain, fueled by the full realization of what had happened, was working on overtime. There was a knock on the door. I opened it.

"We need to get going." Uday said. His bag was in his hand.

"Excuse me?"

"One of my best friends had an accident in Bombay. I have to leave right away." he said.

"What about the meetings with the Zincorp guys? And the conference?"

"I had all the meetings while you were sleeping. It looks good. The order is ours." Uday said, then with a sweet smile, added, "Don't feel guilty about missing the meetings. That's no big deal. I couldn't have closed this deal without you."

"Yeah, you couldn't have." I said, keeping my voice as neutral as I could.

As I packed my valise, I thought to myself, oh well, what's happened has happened. At least I had a good time. I need to think about what to do next. And make sure I have a good time doing it too.

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