AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 396
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 396 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
“You’ve gotta be fucking shitting me,” Dayana growled. “You’ve heard about this, right?”
She was waving a familiar set of papers around as she walked towards me, so I nodded. “If that’s what I think it is, I have.”
“I’m comping more champagne in one day than half of my employees make in a fucking year,” she said, her voice getting lower. She was being a little hyperbolic, but only because of tips. The base wage of a bunch of the catering staff, bartenders and line cooks probably did top out under the amount the hotel was about to give away in Dom Perignon champagne.
“I know, and it’s ridiculous,” I said, meeting her halfway across the loading docks. “But it’s not our money. Just keep a total over everything that gets comped handy so that it’s ready to go if someone starts asking questions.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Dayana rolled her eyes at me and then sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she looked up at me. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I sighed.
“Uh-oh,” she said, narrowing her eyes slightly. “What else is blowing up? Did something go wrong last night?”
I knew she was talking about my therapy session. “Last night was ... I’ll tell you about it at lunch, but for me it went OK,” I said. Then I glanced around the loading dock - it was still early morning, but that didn’t mean we weren’t surrounded by people. Every day trucks were in and out of there from dawn to dusk. Food deliveries. Drink deliveries. Cleaning supplies. Furniture. New casino games. Armoured cars. Art. Uniform services. Laundry services. The list went on. At least half of it was food and drink for the various kitchens, restaurants and bars on the property. Technically it was the jurisdiction of the Security crews, but no one ‘owned’ it so to speak and since Dayana had so many of the daily deliveries for her department she often ended up the de facto go-to on any issues out there.
There were two trucks being unloaded at the moment, with the truckers and maintenance crews milling around doing work at their regular pace of not-quite-slow, so I nodded Dayana over further into the shade and a private corner. She followed, her frown deepening.
“I didn’t cause some sort of extra issue, did I?” she asked as we stopped where we couldn’t be overheard. “I kinda tore into Cass in text, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“No- Well, Cass did take that hard,” I said. “But more in an ‘Oh shit, she’s so right’ sort of way that compounded on her guilt when she found out I had another attack. She’s OK though, and not mad at you or anything.”
“OK,” Dayana sighed with relief and ran her fingers through her hair as she pursed her lips and glanced back at one of the crews, absently checking their progress. She was wearing a tight blouse and pencil skirt today with a gold necklace hanging just below her collarbone. The movement pressed her chest out at me as she arched her back a bit with it, and I managed not to stare. Was that the outline of her nipple? Just a little bump? When she turned back to look at me I wasn’t looking low enough to tell. “So what is it then?”