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Robby slaps the hotel keycard on the bartop. "Change of plans. They've only booked the three of us in one room. Two beds. That okay with you?"

Mel takes the keycard. "Of course." She's been looking forward to this conference for months and she can't believe they're letting her go as an intern accompanied by two of the most important senior residents at PTMH. It's an honor. She's not going to complain about the lodging.

"Good," Frank says and shares a secret smile with Robby. He pushes his floppy hair back with his hands. Mel's heart swoops but she keeps her cool.

They attend the conference all day and Mel takes copious notes because she's supposed to present to the other interns about what she's learned.

"You're such a goody two shoes aren't you?" Frank asks as he leans into her. His breath is hot on her skin. Mel shivers.

"That's why I'm here, right?" she says while gesturing to her notes.

Frank laughs and leans back in his seat. "Yeah, honey."

At dinner Robby insists they get a bottle of wine. Whatever she likes. She doesn't drink much so they settle on a dark red wine that tastes sugary sweet. Almost like cough syrup. She winces at the taste but she doesn't want to seem naive in front of her two bosses.

By the time she gets back to the room she's already exhausted from the long day. Normally she's a light sleeper but she's ready to crash. She takes her pajamas into the bathroom and changes and climbs into the bed by the window. It's the one they told her to take.

"Just so you know, I sleepwalk," Frank tells her as she climbs under the covers. "Best not to wake me."

Robby nods in agreement. "Chocolate?" It's one of the ones from the pillow. Mel nods. Sleepy. Hazy. He unwraps it and ambles up to her. He places the chocolate against her lips. Feeding it to her. When she parts her mouth he sticks his fingers in. Pushing it to the back of her mouth. She gags. "Let it melt in your mouth." His fingers stay there. Hot and warm on her tongue while it dissolves.

Her world's spinning but eventually he withdraws his fingers. "Good girl," Robby says and normally the praise would make her so excited. But it just makes her more sleepy tired.

She wakes up to Frank climbing in bed next to her. He smells clean. Aftershave. He's shirtless. He wraps his arms around her waist and shushes her back to sleep. It's so nice. The touch of him. Mel hasn't had a boyfriend in years.

The next time she stirs she realizes that Frank's hands are under her pajama top tugging at her nipples. She jolts awake to the electric sensation of it. When she opens her eyes only one light is on in the room and Robby's sitting across from them in a wingback chair. He's typing on his laptop.

"Uh, Robby?" Mel says. "Frank's---"

Robby glances over at her as Frank's other hand snakes under her shorts. He's uninterested. "Better not wake him," he says. Like this is normal.

Mel gasps as Frank's fingers skate her panties and he pushes them aside. She swallows a dizzy breath as he strokes her. Her head tips back on the pillow and his mouth latches onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Sucking. So hot. Her body's too hot. Tingling as he strokes her. She's nauseous. She might throw up. It's so good. It's wrong. She's horrified. She's turned on.

"Here," Robby says. He moves to her. Finally. She's so relieved. But he comes up to her and unbuttons her pajama top so it's open in the front and Frank can get a better grip on her breast. Palm it. Rub it. Tugging her nipple tender. Robby steps back admiring his handiwork. His gaze flits over her bare chest. "You don't want him getting stuck. It's very dangerous to wake a sleepwalker."

Objectively Mel agrees but it's another thing entirely when Frank's hand in her panties strokes her clit. Then he sticks two fingers inside. Curling. Rubbing. His hands are so good inside her. It's been so long. She's so tired but every press of his fingertips makes her pant. She wants to moan but she can't. Not in front of Robby.

Frank picks up the pace and she can't help but cry out. Her world spins with a delicious tint. She locks eyes with Robby. It's a wordless cry for help but his eyes flits from her face to her tits. He's watching them bounce as Frank rocks her with his sweet movements.

She swallows. Her mouth's so thick with saliva. Everything Frank's doing feels so good. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the sensations. As her mind swims, she focuses on how languid sloppy amazing it feels. How she's wanted Frank. Watched his hands during work. Now they're inside her. Thrusting. His fingers are so long and thick. His mouth nuzzles her neck again. Lips press against her skin.

He speeds up. She inhales fast. It surprises her because she's so dizzy already and realizes she's going to come and she's helpless to it.

"Robby?"

"Hmm?" he says. Then he spots the tension on her face. "Oh, you're close honey." He pats her cheek. "Go ahead and tell me what you're feeling."

"Uh. I'm--"

He slaps her. Enough to jolt her more awake. "Uh. I'm going to come," she confesses.

"Why?" Robby's crouched in front of her while Frank's long fingers squelch inside her. She's so wet. Embarrassingly wet. He's so skilled at this. It's incredible. Her body's wound so tight and he's taking her apart. Robby asks the question like he's expecting an answer. Detailed.

"It feels good," she says and Frank fucks her harder with her fingers. Her breast is so sensitive and she's so turned on that when Robby nods at her.

"Go ahead and come then," he says. it's all the permission she needs.

She clenches and bites her lip not to moan out loud as Frank makes her come all over his fingers. A gush of liquid. His touch is so hard and in the right spot. Her eyes start to leak as he keeps rubbing her through it. She thinks it can't possibly continue but Frank pulls her pajama bottoms down and before she can think he's rubbing his cock up against her pussy.

"I'm not--" Mel says. But the thought escapes her as he pushes inside. He hikes her thigh up for more leverage. Twists his hips to reposition and slams the breath out of her lungs.

"You're doing so well," Robby croons. "What an obedient girl." He taps her cheek again to get her to focus. "What is it?"

"I'm not on birth control," she says. She's never had penetrative sex without a condom before.

Robby laughs. A big laugh as Frank's breath is hot against her ear. He bites her earlobe and tugs. His cock is so big and he bottoms out, thrusting so hard the bed shakes. He's kept his long gorgeous fingers on her clit and rubs in tight small circles. Mel's going to come again.

She gasps. She can't come again. Not in front of her boss. She shakes her head and tries to clear her thoughts but they're moving so slowly.

"I think he's going to fill you up," Robby says. "You're a sweet girl. You can take it can't you honey?"

She shakes her head. "No that's---"

"I think it'll take," Robby said. "What will you do then honey?"

Mel's not sure if he wants an answer but Frank's cock is so good in her. Long and thick and perfect. She's squeezing with her pussy automatically. She wants to come again so badly. It's running under her skin. An itch of pleasure only his dick's going to scratch.

Frank pushes her forward so she's flat on the mattress. She presses her face to the side so she can breathe as he fucks into her so hard she sees dots behind her eyes.

Robby takes his cock out and strokes it. Watching her. She closes her eyes. She might vomit from how intense it is. Throwing her forward like a ragdoll. Her body's limp and pliant. He keeps going. Fucking so deep and hard and right. But she can't speak. Only feel. The sensations snake up her spine. She can feel it in her skin. Prickling under the surface. She's always been horny when she's drunk. That kind of floaty-in between feeling. But nothing is floaty about his sharp cock battering her.

"I'm--" she's close. She thinks she'll pass out this time. Darkness swirls at the edge of her vision. Her head's pounding. Throat tight.

Frank's hand grips her neck and she comes so hard she blacks out.

When she comes to she's back on her side. Frank's pushing his come back into her.

"Can't waste any of it honey," Robby says. "It'll take. It's in deep."

Mel's warm all over. Her pussy throbs and her head spins. Frank's fingers keep working her and she gasps when the pleasure licks up her spine. Her thighs spasm and she wines. He huffs.

"What a girl," Robby says, studying her. "You want more?" He palms his hard cock. Mel can't move. She's frozen. He unwraps a condom. "I'll give you more honey."

Immediately after getting fucked by both her bosses Mel's lying back in the hotel bed. Pressing her forehead into the mattress. Wishing the nausea to pass. But it doesn't so she stumbles to the bathroom. Frank helps her.

"Here, sweetie," he says. He grabs her hand and half carries her to the bathroom. She empties her stomach into the toilet and her world spins. "Sit, baby."

She crumbles onto the cold tile floor. It's nice against her skin. Her pussy's throbbing. She's leaking Frank's come down her thigh.

"What's the prognosis?" Robby calls from the other room.

Frank pours her a glass of water from the hotel sink but she doesn't want to drink it. "Rest. Hydration." He tips the rim to her lips and when she doesn't drink it he lets out a huge sigh and takes a sip first. Mel watches him. Then she takes the glass from him and sips it. It gets the acrid taste from her mouth.

"Get room service or something," Frank says. He pulls Mel up after she drinks the whole glass. He fills it again. She turns her cheek refusing it. "What, you think I've drugged the tap?" he spits out before taking a swig. "There. Happy?"

Mel accepts it. But the water she's just had sloshes around in her stomach. She's still so drunk. She vomits again. Drinks another glass of water.

Frank pulls her hair back and pets down her back. "You did so good sweetie." His hands are so warm at her skin. "I'll take such good care of you."

He helps her into the shower. It's so hot the steam curls in front of her face and she feels like she's suffocating from it. But Frank climbs in with her. He loops his arms around her shoulders to support her. Washing her, he dips his fingers into her pussy. Cleaning her. "What a fantastic fuck, Mel," he says in her ear. "You're going to let me do that again. Right honey?"

She doesn't know if he expects and answer. He withdraws his hand and finishes washing her. Drying her off, he kisses her nose. "You're my girl now. You're mine." Then he presses his lips to her temple. "Mel. You're my everything."

He dresses her in her pajamas, soft and directs her into the clean bed. The one Robby and Frank are supposed to sleep in. The room service arrives and Frank gives her a dry piece of toast. She eats three bites and sets it on the nightstand. When she wakes up the bathroom light's still on. She notices there's two bottles of apple juice on the nightstand. Sealed. And a huge 32 oz bottle of water. Her toast's there but it's on a plate. Frank's snoring softly in the bed. He's shirtless. When she glances over to the other bed, the one she got railed on, Robby's in it. Or at least a hump of blankets.

She drinks. Eats. Pulls the covers back over her. Frank snuggles up to her back. His hands are warm around her waist. She sleeps.

Mid morning, she wakes to Robby's alarm.

"Turn that shit off," Frank says. He strokes Mel's hair. "How are you feeling sweetheart?"

"Terrible," her head hurts. She's so sore.

"Skip it today," Frank says as he presses a kiss to her shoulder. "We'll take notes."

Mel's weary. All day in bed? But Frank says it more like an order than a request. She does. When Robby and Frank leave she's consumed by an overwhelming sense of dread. What should she do? Call the police? She can't call her mom and she doesn't particularly have anyone in mind whom she can spill. Samira? How would that go? I'm pretty sure I got drugged and fucked at the conference?

Not pretty sure.

Very sure.

Her cunt throbs. Very sure.

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You going to the banquet tonight? Frank texts her later that afternoon. There's some kind of awards part of the conference. Cocktail attire. Open bar. It's supposed to be fun.

Mel wants to break out of the hotel room so she agrees. She's so thankful the dress she packed is modest. Dark red satin. Cut straight across the bodice. No cleavage. Cut above the knee but hardly scandalous. She fixes her hair and puts on a pair of high heels. The only pair she owns so they're a hair too high. But nice. Black. Simple.

She goes down to the bar to avoid Frank and Robby getting ready. Meet you down there. She hopes that's still professional. The bartender gives her her fancy mocktail and she half hopes that her bosses won't show up.

But something like dread settles low in her stomach when Frank comes down and spots her at the bar. His gaze is dark. Piercing. He comes up behind her and places his hand on the small of her back. Reaching around her, he plucks her cocktail from the bar and takes a sip.

"Interesting," he says. It's some kind of strawberry mojito. "Don't you want something with a kick?"

"I've had enough of that," she says. He shakes his head.

"None of that," he says, so low she can barely hear it. He urges her up. "Let's go have some fun honey."

The banquet is exceptionally boring. Robby's staring at the incredibly modest neckline of her dress. Her collarbones perhaps. Her neck. Maybe he wants his hands wrapped around it. His cock in her mouth again hot on her tongue.

Midway through she excuses herself to grab a drink. White wine. Clear. Transparent. In the queue she runs into one of her old colleagues from the VA. Nice enough man. Mid thirties. She hadn't liked him much but she needs an ally so she lingers and speaks with him for a few moments as her fingers cradle the stem of the glass.

From the corner of her eye, Mel spots Frank closing in. He comes up to her side. "Introduce me," he says. Mel does and they have a very tense conversation between the three of them before Frank excuses them. "Better get back."

But he doesn't lead her back to the table with Robby. Instead he takes her into the lobby. It's deserted. Only a few MDs milling about chatting. He pushes her to the elevator and as it dings, he picks her up, throws her over his shoulder and steps into the empty elevator.

"You're such a slut," he says. Once the doors close he slaps her on the bottom. "Talking to him." Her heels dangle. He doesn't put her down as they ascend. "I told you you're mine."

"Frank---" she says weakly.

One of his arms is bracketed around her upper thighs. The other hikes her up. All the blood's rushing to her head.

"Getting so drunk at the banquet I have to carry you back," he says. "You're always asking for trouble, aren't you?"

"No I'm--" Mel's desperate not to feel this itching crawling disgusting need under her skin. "I'm trying."

"Oh honey," his voice softens as the doors open. He carries her to the room. Once he unlocks it he deposits her right inside the door and crowds up into her. "You could be so good for me, couldn't you?"

He hikes up her dress and makes a noise of disapproval as he finds her panties. He pulls them down and Mel jumps as his fingers cup her slit moving forward and back.

"That's-- I'm--" she's so sensitive. Tender. Pounded night after night. She can't. Her head hits the wall and he bites her neck.

"Tell me how much you want it," he says. He leans in and kisses her. Properly. Deeply. All tongue and teeth. He's so good at this. She breathes through her nose. The scent of him is so woody and divine. She's dreamed about kissing Dr. Langdon. Convinced she'd never have him. Girls like her didn't get guys like him.

"Frank-- I--" she breaks away.

He hitches her up. "Have it your way, honey," he says. He urges her thigh around his hips and unzips his fly. "I won't let you come until you tell me how much you love it."

Mel seals her mouth shut and shakes her head. She won't. She can't. He's her boss. She needs to be professional. His cockhead is so thick and fat and hot and it pierces her. Sinking in so deep he groans and peppers her with praise as he starts thrusting.

"Taking you right here, honey," he says. "I can't even wait to keep you full. You're going to be so pretty pregnant. All for me. I don't let Robby touch you like that."

The mention of her mentor makes Mel whine in humiliation. Robby.

"Oh you don't like that?" he says. "Tell me more." He bottoms out and pushes back in. It's delicious. She's so sore even the slightest drag of his dick makes her squirm in agony.

"He's got video of me," Mel confesses. She remembers the camera in her face.

Frank urges her hands up around his neck and gets her to cling to him as he ruts into her. "That can be fixed sweetie. You want that?"

"Yeah?"

"You want it gone?"

"Yeah."

"We'll get it gone," he says. He's panting now. Out of breath as he gets in so deep. Tears prick at the edge of Mel's eyes. "I won't let anyone else fill you up honey. Has to be me." He punctuates his words with his thrusts and stars spin in Mel's mind. She's so hot. Her cunt aches. It's too much. It's too much and he keeps going until he thrusts and grinds into her and comes so deeply in her. His spunk's in her. Fuck.

"Gonna breed you baby," he says. "And you'll get anything you want. You'll get me all the time." Mel groans as he pulls out. "Get on the bed."

Frank texts Robby and Mel pants. She's still in her dress. Come is leaking down her thighs.

"You want Robby's mouth on you?" Frank asks. "He's good at it." He grabs a pillow and puts it under her hips. Propping her up. He scoops the spunk from her thighs and pushes it back in. "I'll let you come."

"Delete the video," Mel says. Her mind's spinning.

"Yeah honey," Frank says. "And..."

"And?"

"You want his mouth?"

Mel's confused. She's not sure what to say. She wants to come so badly. But she also wants everything to be over. She wants to step out of this parallel universe. And she also wants to plunge in so deep she forgets her name. Forgets how wrong it is.

"I do and then I want him to leave," she says. Testing Frank. Trying him out. "Not stay here tonight." The final blow. She'll see him tomorrow in the airport. For sixty hours a week, every week, for the next three years.

Will she see him more intimately?

Frank snorts. He's still texted. "Okay."

Good. Mel studies him. He's so blisteringly hot. His button down shirt's rolled up midway to his forearms. He tosses his phone on the bed. "There's none on mine," he says. "Evidence? No thanks." He cradles her and kisses her. "You're so pretty," he says. "The second I saw you I knew you'd be perfect for this. You love it sweetie. Don't you? You need someone to take care of you."

He's murmuring as he kisses her. Runs his hands in her hair. When Robby arrives he barks at him to show Mel the files. Robby pulls it up. Some kind of secret folder. Mel selects them and her stomach clenches as she sees the thumbnails: her, seated on Robby's cock. Frank's dick in her mouth. Her face twisted in orgasm. Her breasts, Frank's teeth tugging on her nipple.

She selects and deletes.

"And the cloud," Frank prompts.

Three more clicks.

Done.

He could've saved it elsewhere, Mel knows, but from the crestfallen expression on Robby's face she suspects this is it. They're clearing his spank bank. No more photos of her. Frank's pet, not Robby's.

"You can make her come now," Frank says, directing Robby to kneel between Mel's legs. "You can't. Then you'll leave."

Robby blinks. "Fuck, man." He clearly wants to protest but Frank grabs his phone.

"You know better," he says. He places Robby's phone on the floor. Stomps on it. "What do you think, sweetie?" Frank says as he picks it up. It's totally shattered. Twisted. Unusable. "Better?"

Mel nods.

"Go to town," Frank says to Robby. "She says she wants your mouth."

Robby huffs but his expression is reverent as he pushes up the hem of her dress. Mel groans as she feels his scratchy beard on her inner thighs. She's already sensitive. Overworked. Pounded. Tender. His tongue is amazing. Soft. Lapping. Liquid.

"You want a picture, honey?" Frank asks. "You look so pretty like this. He'd be fired. Wouldn't you Robby?"

He lifts his head. "Yes." Then laps again at her cunt.

"Instantly, baby," Frank says. "Gone."

"Yeah," Mel says. Frank takes her phone and gives it to her. She unlocks it. "Just him."

"Up," Frank says. He makes Robby strip and snaps a picture of him hard. Naked. "There you go." He puts Mel's phone back on the table and directs Robby to go back to his work. "You can make him lick you any time. You want a break? Take it."

At work he means. It makes Mel's mind spin with possibilities. His beard's still tickling her thighs as he sucks on her clit. It makes her pant with want. Frank's staring at her. Eyes bright. Blue. Intense. Raking over her. She's so sore and used. Robby's licking the cum out of her. Her pussy clenches in delight. She'll be spotless after this.

Clean and ready to go for round two.