They moved together, panting and excited, for a long time in silence. Allison was the head of marketing and the only female executive in the hierarchy. She was about thirty and in very good shape, a lovely specimen of auburn-haired beauty. Her thighs grasped his hips as she goaded him on. The thought of Sue Midori momentarily crossed his mind. She was probably alone in her room tonight. Alone and lonely and wondering where he was. Well, let her wonder. Vic had no doubt that she would wait for him submissively and spend the night in longing and solitude. She adored him, he knew. But he had to have this time with Allison. He needed some variety.

A very pleasant sort of variety would be the ripe, sweet Cherie Daventry, but he happened to know that Herb Melville had designs on her, at least for the week, if not for longer. Poor kid, he thought. She was going to be trapped into being the old man's squeeze for as long as he wanted her, a child at the mercy of the middle-aged corporation head. Herb had confided in Vic, saying that he wanted a special young thing to have a baby for him and be exclusively his. He was interested in slowing down, now that he was fifty. Cherie was his unsuspecting candidate.

Vic imagined he was enjoying Cherie's pussy and strengthened his thrusts into Allison's eager cunt. It was going to be an interesting week.

***

Cherie carried her bowl of ice cream into the room and sat on the edge of the bed to eat it. She knew she shouldn't be indulging, but she felt things happening around her and she felt insecure. Diane and Cleophas had slipped away together almost immediately after dinner and she had seen Sue walk past the kitchen door with that lovely young man named Ron Wolter and she felt jealous and let-down at the thought that he might at this minute be making love to her as the other two had done the night before down by the pool.

So she ate her ice cream and seethed with disappointment that Ron had not asked her to have a drink with him.