Meeting Scarlet at the hotel

A couple of days later you exit a cab, which Mark paid, and look up at the hotel. It looks expensive, a big entry with a red carpet, you can see chandeliers on the inside.

You walk in and look around. This would usually be way to expensive for you. You get your room keys, and go to your room to refresh yourself and get dressed in a suit. The room is large, with a nice view and a big bed.

You pack a small camera, then you head down to the lounge to look for Scarlet.

You spot her at the bar, not drinking wine, but a whisky. you join her, introducing herself.

"I would ask what a woman like you does in a place like this, but for once", you look around, "I think you actually fit here.

She laughs, she looks cute.

"Thanks for the compliment, handsome," Scarlet says with a smile, taking a sip of her whiskey. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, hinting at the naughty side that Mark had described. "But I'm just here for a boring work thing. How about you?"

"I feel like I forgot, the second I saw you" You are being direct, but Mark told you to. He told you a couple of things which she liked, which might make her more interested, and in the ensuing conversation, you mention one or the other between flirtatious remarks.

You order another drink for the two of you, with Marks money of course, but Scarlet doesnt have to know that.

As you both sip on your drinks, the tension between you grows. You can feel it in the air, thick and electric. Scarlet seems to be playing along, her eyes glancing down at your crotch every so often, sizing you up.

"So, Ethan", she smiles, "From your boldness I assume that you dont have a partner?"

You shake your head. "Not right now. Still looking for one for the night."

You watch how she responds. Her cheeks flush, and she looks down.

Smiling, you order another drink for the two of you. "Maybe not all questions need to be answered."

Her eyes light up as she takes a sip of the whiskey. "Maybe not," she says, playing coy.

The conversation flows naturally, and you find yourself drawn to her wit and charm. You lean in closer, your hand grazing hers on the counter. Her pulse quickens, and she doesn't pull away.

After a bit more banter, you suggest moving to a more private table. Scarlet nods, and you both walk over to a cozy corner of the lounge. As you sit down, she crosses her legs, giving you a peek at her black lace panties. You can't help but admire the view, knowing that soon, you'll be the star of Mark's favorite video.

You keep the conversation light, but with an undercurrent of desire. You talk about your 'work' and travel, and she opens up about her own life, her job, and the occasional tension with Mark. You listen intently, nodding in all the right places, all the while planning how to make her think she's really cheating on him.

"So this "Mark"" you say, leaning back, opening the top button of your shirt, "How "real" of a boyfriend is he?"

"Oh, well hes loveley most of the time." Scarlet seems to think for a moment, then she leans in closer. "if I tell you a secret, I think he would find it hot, seeing me flirting with a stranger in an extensive hotel." She giggles, clearly a bit tipsy.

"Hot?" you play the unknowing, "Why?"

"Well", Scarlet leans over to whisper in your ear, her hand finds her way onto your chest, "He showed me a video once..you know...a porn", her cheeks flush as she says it, which you think is adorable, "Of a woman..doing it with a man..in front of her boyfriend."

She smiles unsurely, you smile back. "Is that so?"

Scarlet nods eagerly.

"Well wouldnt it be the right thing to do for a loving girlfriend to hel her boyfriend fullfill his desires?"

Scarlet seems unsure, maybe you were to direct. "I-I dont know..without him knowing?"

"I think he´d like it more if you only told him afterwards."

"You think so?"

You nod earnestly. "But maybe I phrased the question wrong. How about this: Wouldnt it be the right thing for a beautiful woman on a business trip to do, to show a man her hotel room? Just for inspection?"

Scarlet nods, more convinced. "Yes, I think I´d like that."

You smile, getting up. "Then lets go."