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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Eppient...)

The following Wednesday over breakfast Rachel smiles at you. “Remember it’s Paul’s leaving party from work on Friday so I’m out straight after work.”

’Oh I forgot about that, yeah no worries, he’s off to Paris isn’t he? Much prefer there to here. I don’t blame him. Think I’ll just go for a beer with Jamie in town then.“

Rachel kisses you and leaves for work. A few hours later you get a message on your phone from Rachel. “The Parry hotel is owned by Paul’s cousin and he’s put an offer on for Friday. It’s only seventy including breakfast for two. Do you want me to book? You can meet me there afterwards? Saves taxis etc” You agree as it saves a load of hassle and it’s not much more than a taxi home.

On Friday morning your girlfriend dresses as normal but takes ages in the bathroom getting ready.

“You are going to be late!” you shout upstairs.

Rachel shouts back, “No worries I’m ready now.”

When she comes downstairs she looks like she normally does. “I had to pack this,” she says, indicating her overnight bag, “I also had had a little haircut.”

She giggles at your confused expression and pinches a slice of toast from your plate as she heads for the door. “I didn’t say it was the hair on my head. I have hair in other places you know. Well I used to…” Rachel winks at you and walks out. As her engine starts you realize you have the biggest hard on of your life.

Work drags on and you get a few messages from Rachel, she’s getting ready at work, few drinks etc. You meet up with Jamie at 7 in town. By 8 the messages from Rachel start again. She’s at the meal, cocktail hour.

You and Jamie catch up, drink a few beers and play a bit of pool. As you are enjoying the time with your best buddy you don’t check your phone as much. As Jamie goes to the bar via the bathroom you sit back and look at your phone. Five messages but it’s nearly 10 so she will be getting drunk and hopefully thinking about fucking you later.

The first messages are about how she can’t wait to have you and she’s thinking of your cock, asking what time to meet up, suggesting 11, but it’s the last message that confuses you,

“Paul asked me where his going away present was (eggplant emoji).”

Confused you reply to all of the messages at once.“Yes 11 is fine, what room are we in? Can’t wait for you to fuck me. What present did you get Paul? What’s the (eggplant emoji) for?”

Instantly the message comes back, “We got him vouchers but he was being rude about a parting gift of a different kind. He’s joking he wants a blowjob, haha!”

Jamie hands you your beer and you quickly turn your phone away so he can’t see. After a few minutes chat where you pay no attention to him, your mind firmly on the messages, you look to type again but Rachel has followed up, “Sorry, don’t be mad. It was only a stupid joke.”

You quickly type a sad emoji.

Rachel replies instantly, “I really am sorry, don’t be mad.”

Luckily Jamie spots someone he knows and walks over to chat to them leaving you alone for a few minutes. You start to type, agonizing over the words. “I’m not mad, I’m sad. After last weekend I thought you knew I don’t mind if you flirt a little xxx”

“Ross, I’m not a slut,” comes the instant reply.

“I know you are not. Look, do you want me to come over now?” but before you can press send another message comes through.

“…but I can get my friend who we talked about from last week to turn up. She’s a fashion journalist (Rachel’s dream job) and she’s in town tonight. She would do it. I’m not sure you would want me to call her though?”

You nearly cum instantly. All you can do is send a smily emoji and a kiss. Rachel’s cryptic reply is simply “See you in an hour x.”

As Jamie walks back to your table your mind races on what exactly is Rachel doing now?