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and went to the main bar of the hotel.  Bradley pulled a stool out for
Becky and helped her sit down on it.  It was obvious Becky wasn’t used to
wearing such a fancy dress and it took her a little bit to figure out how to
get comfortable without her dress pulling too tight, too uncomfortable, or
having her dress expose more than it should.
    Bradley motioned for the bartender
and ordered two martinis.  Becky was more of a seven dollar bottle of wine girl
herself but she enjoyed the martini, appreciating the alcohol.  When Bradley
wanted a second drink, Becky smiled.  She needed it.  Bad.
    Their silence finally broke when
Bradley began to speak.
    “I’ve been dealing with Carlello
for a year now,” he said.  “He’s got a hold in Japan like I’ve never seen.  And
I want to be there.  And now I am.”
    Bradley lifted his glass and
cheered the air, then drank.
    “Why did I need to be here then?”
Becky asked. 
    Bradley glanced at her and smiled. 
A real smile.  “Moral support.  And plus, look at you.  You’re stunning.  You
stole the breath out of the party.  And me.”
    Becky had to look away.  She
finished her second drink and knew that if she looked back at Bradley, she’d
dive at him.  She’d kiss him.  She’d have him.  When she closed her eyes, she
did so to collect herself.  What she didn’t see was Bradley moving towards
her.  He spoke and made Becky jump.
    “You were amazing.  I have a
surprise for you, us.”
    “What is it?” Becky asked, keeping
her eyes shut.
    “Upstairs.  In our room.”
    Before Becky could speak again,
Bradley’s hands were around her, pulling her from the barstool.  She had to
open her eyes then and they walked to the elevator.  It made her smile,
thinking of how everything had begun because of an elevator ride gone wrong.

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room was small but elegant.  It fit the aura of the old building.  All that
really mattered though was that it had a large bed.  A bed that Bradley wasn’t
shy about using.  With the door shut and locked, Bradley walked up behind Becky
and walked her to the bed.  He stopped with a foot between them and bed.  His
body was pressed against Becky’s, his stiffness already present.  His hands
moved from her hips up her sides and forward, grazing her covered breasts until
he reached her skin.  Becky put her head back, feeling Bradley’s hard chest and
she closed her eyes.  She breathed heavy, letting out small sighs as his
fingers touched her neck and even sampled her lips.
    When his hands came back down, he
pulled at her dress, wanting to expose her breasts, but he couldn’t.  The dress
was made perfect for Becky’s body.  He took a hand and unzipped Becky’s dress,
all the way down to the small of her back.  The dress opened and Becky felt
exposed but also felt comfortable.  The more she was with Bradley, the easier
it got, the more open she felt, and most of all, the hotter everything became. 
    His hand moved into her open dress
and up, cutting across her right shoulder, forcing the strap down.  Becky bent
her arm and lifted, letting the side of the dress off her arm.  They repeated
the same move for her left arm without speaking a single word.  The silence was
erotic. 
    With the straps off her arms,
Bradley moved back around front and pulled the dress down Becky’s body.  All
that remained now was a strapless bra that barely covered any of her aching
breasts.  It was there just to cover her nipples and Bradley easily pulled it
off, pushing it down with the dress.
    Her breasts were fully exposed and
Bradley’s warm hands cupped her.  He thrust himself forward and groaned,
squeezing her.  His left hand moved from her breast, allowing all his fingers
to run along her nipple, teasing her to the point where she had to stand on her
toes.  Each time she stood on her toes and came back down, she felt herself
rubbing on Bradley’s erection. 
    “Becky,” Bradley whispered.  “My
dear