No. She doesn't attend at all.

"Where are you?"

Katie swiped away the text from her boss and turned off her phone. The man seated next to her struggled to hide the fact that he was staring at her cleavage, but she was merely too distraught to enjoy it.

Her mind was stuck back in Andrew's hotel room, playing the scene over and over in her head.

"Oh God! Yes! Andrew!!"

Her own voice echoed through her mind as if it were the **** knell of her engagement to Jake, but it also simultaneously dredged up thoughts she wanted to push down. Like how amazing h

Andrew's cock had felt inside her, how it felt like it filled not only her pussy, but her very soul. Or how his eyes burned icy tunnels through her mind as they fucked and he looked at her as though he owned her.

Ungh. Her body shivered with a frisson of lust thinking about it. When she had looked up at him, as he pistoned his hips and fucked her so thoroughly, she felt awash with subservience and it felt right. Like she wanted him to own her, to possess her. Her body still trembled in excitement at the thought.

But that thought was at a constant war with the guilt that washed over her like a cold shower. She had cheated on Jake. Her fiancé. The man with whom she was supposed to build the rest of her life. There was no other way to look at it. What her and Andrew did far exceeded the scope of their working relationship. She hadn't toed the line between professional and inappropriate. She had fucked him. She had yelled out his name in the throes of passion while his cock plowed her pussy.

"Oh God! Yes! Andrew!"

A maelstrom of confusion and self-loathing wracked her brain. How could she have let this happen? How could she have betrayed Jake like this? A voice in the back of her mind whispered that it was because she wanted to be a good employee, but she knew better. Andrew would have been happy with just a handjob or some light heavy petting, but she was the one who gave him a blowjob. She was the one who stopped it early so he could touch her. She was the one who begged Andrew to fuck her.

And as his cock filled her up, she had felt perfect. She felt complete. It was wonderful. She had never felt that way with Jake, but that was besides the point.

It was wrong. She knew it was wrong, and she still couldn't ignore the feeling. Her pussy was still throbbing with pleasure. Her pussy still wanted Andrew's cock thrusting inside her.

"Oh God! Yes! Andrew!!"

The intercom chimed and pierced through Katie's feelings of self loathing. "This is a boarding call for flight 256. Passengers in economy may now start boarding."

Katie grabbed her carry-on bag and stood from her seat. The bag felt like a reminder of whom she once was, of how she used to be Jake's faithful fiancee. It was a simple daypack that was frayed and well-worn from many trips to the mountains. When she flew out to the convention, its ratty state hadn't bothered her. At the time, she was still willing to wear a t-shirt and jeans to board a plane, and the backpack spoke of tales of adventure.

Now, it struck a dissonant chord against the rest of her image. It completely clashed with her black tube top, yellow maxi skirt and high heels. It looked completely out of place in hands adorned with long fakes nails. It made her feel like an imposter. No, worse, it felt out of place, like it was the thing that didn't fit in, not her.

Katie walked up to the boarding gate. She fought to keep from crying. The male attendant looked at her with a smile

He obviously didn't clock her expression of despair - he was too busy checking her out. His eyes lingered too long on her breasts before meeting hers and she felt a twinge of guilt for enjoying the attention. She wouldn't be in this mess if she wasn't such a hussy, the kind of hussy who got turned on by being looked at, admired, ogled...

She shook the feeling and presented him with her boarding pass. After a careful check of her paperwork, a few questions, and multiple glances at her chest, the attendant smiled and welcomed her to board. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked away, and she couldn't help but give her hips extra sway with each step. She disgusted herself.

Katie boarded the plane. Her seat was near the back and, unfortunately, she was one of the last groups called to board. Eyes followed her as she walked down the aisle, mouths hissed quiet appreciation, elbows nudged oblivious friends to alert them of her presence. Businessmen, husbands, frat boys, Katie could feel them all undressing her with their imaginations. Normally, she would have adored the attention; hell, she could even feel herself grow wet despite her guilt because it reminded her that she was a piece of art, she was sexiness to be admired, she was Andrew's arm candy... But those thoughts brought with them their own degree of guilt because, on top of admitting to Jake that she had cheated on him, she would have to explain that she spent all week hanging off of Andrew's arm wearing sluttier outfits than Jake had ever seen. Or that part of her job was to make out with Andrew if she ever made him too horny, or how his touch could set her body on fire in a way that Jake never could, or that she fantasized about dropping to her knees and sucking on Andrew's long, hard cock as a true act of submission.

"Do you need help finding your seat, miss?"

A voice from behind her startled Katie from her fantasy. She turned to see a male flight attendant in the aisle behind her. His eyes snapped up from their position checking out her ass as she turned. She was already so horny: her nipples wer rock hard, her face was flushed, her pussy was soaking wet... And his attention just made it worse.

She waved him off and found her seat. Fortunately, her seat was on the aisle, so she wouldn't have to shimmy her butt in front of any other passengers to reach it, but she briefly wondered if the man in the business suit in the seat next to her would try to hit on her. Or if he would maybe try to catch glances of her all flight long. She also wondered if she would do anything to stop it, and her answer chilled her.

It felt like the two sides of her were battling each other, like Kitty and Katie were at odds with each other... And her stomach churned because the sexy, slutty, submissive Kitty was winning.

It was going to be a long flight.

**

A few hours later, they landed. Katie was thankful that the man beside her kept to himself and watched a movie, but it was hard to ignore the overweight husband two aisles up who kept sneaking glances her way. After an awkward wait at the baggage claim, and a cab ride with a driver who was more interested checking her out than stopping for red lights, Katie arrived at her apartment. The weather was dreadfully cold, too cold for how she was dressed, but she didn't want to dig her parka out of her luggage. She just braved the potential frostbite as the cold air picked her bare skin. It felt like it was ready to blizzard at any given moment.

It was early morning, 5:00 AM when she walked in. She felt awful. Her thoughts were still a mess, her mind ran rampant with guilt. She was exhausted from not sleeping and emotionally drained, but she needed to tell Jake.

He'd ask her why she was home early. She could lie, but... But she would still know. He deserved to know.

She kicked off her heels at the door and walked through the apartment. Her stomach sank as it filled with dread. She wasn't sure how Jake would react, but it wasn't going to be good.

As she approached the bedroom, she heard some movement from inside. It was a steady beat, like he was performing some consistent motion. It sounded like he was working out in their room. He must have woken up early to get a session in.

At least she wouldn't have to wake him up before ruining his life...

Katie's mouth ran dry and she swallowed to try to ease her anxiety. She reached out for the handle and opened the door.