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body unable to control the surges of pleasure that were flaring up inside of me. The situation had made me so vulnerable, so ready to come that my body had no reason to fight it. Powerful waves of pleasure shot through my body, causing every nerve to fire at once.
    "Oh god, oh god," I whined, my pussy fluttering around his cock as my climax exploded. I gripped the towel rack with all of my might , my legs wrapped around his waist , his hands digging into my back. Everything about what was going on made me come even harder. It was forbidden and almost public, two things that had heightened my senses to nearly the point of collapse.
    He let loose mere moments after I did, his erection throbbing and spilling his seed inside of me, each spurt making my orgasm literally burn. I couldn't believe the look of intensity on his face, a look that represented the singular goal of coming inside of me . He growled with each contraction. I took him in, my walls milking every drop out of him until he slowed.
    We were both panting at the end; our bodies had reached a mutual goal. His cock was still buried in me as we embraced, cooling down together in this less than optimal place to have sex. "Thank you," I said.
    "I don't know what came over me," he said. "I know I shouldn't have done that—but I'm glad I did ."
    "Me too," I whispered. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then righted our clothes so we could prepare to leave. My make up was a little smeared, so I did the very best I could to touch it up given my limited resources. "Let's keep this quiet, okay?"
    "Yeah," he said.
    Frederic opened the door a crack and peeked outside. "The coast is clear," he said.
    We both stepped back out into the hall, the non-fluorescent lighting kind of refreshing. I held onto his arm as we headed back toward the party. It was sil ent until we turned the corner— Roland was sitting there on a couch.
    "My friends!" he said. "Join me!"
    There was a half-assed dining room set up in the upstairs lobby area. My heart pounded and I could only assume that the same thing was happening to Frederic.
    "Hi, Roland," we both said, trying to mask the nervousness in our voices.
    "What's up?" he asked.
    "I was just taking her to the bathroom."
    "That's all?" Roland asked with a sly smile.
    "I thought it was okay to take her to the private bathroom."
    "It is," Roland said. " That's all ?" he asked again.
    The tension was so high that I worried I would faint. "Yes!" I mumbled.
    "I know that's not right," Roland said. "I heard what you did."
    Every beat of my heart felt like a stab from a very large knife. Although breaking the rules had felt great in the moment, it didn't feel so great now.
    "What?" Frederic asked , his voice full of exasperation .
    "Through the collar." He smiled "There's a radio transmitter in it. Very state-of-the-art. I heard everything."
    "You asshole," I hissed. My hand flew up to my neck and loosened the collar until I could pull it off. I angrily tossed it onto the couch and fell silent, feeling so idiotic about my decision to wear it.
    Everything? Did that mean he had heard my accusations of murder earlier in the day? Frederic's expression slowly became one of terror; I could only assume my own face mirrored his.
    I swallowed a lump in my throat and fell silent. Neither Frederic nor I had anything to say. He nervously fiddled with the collar on his sports jacket.
    Roland chuckled quietly to himself. What would he do to us?
     
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