This story takes place between Tampa Gold and the Patagonian Affair. I plan to write several Other Woman short stories to link the novels together and provide more detail to the over arching narrative. You can skip these ones if you want but they should make the series finale more satisfying. Enjoy.
Singapore – September 2001
Camilla could hear their voices through the bathroom door. She had little time to prepare herself and if truth be told, she would have liked to have more. The last half a day had been a whirlwind of airports and taxis. It veered between frustration and excitement. It was also tinged with boredom as she sat for hours on the plane, wishing she were already there.
She’d had a few moments to wash and clean after her long flight. She could still feel the motion of the flight as she stood in front of the mirror drying her hair. Fortunately, she’d never grown it long, preferring a bob since she had been old enough to choose for herself. Alongside her work attire of tailored skirt suits and silken blouse, she cut an especially business like figure. At least in her opinion.
But that was business and this was, well, technically still business, but she wasn’t kidding herself. As long as everyone agreed, then it would most certainly be pleasure.
The last time she had done this had been almost five years ago. Then, as now, she had conspired and planned, but then she had also had a secret agenda of her own. For the longest time after, she had felt guilty and believed she had caused so much pain. Perhaps that was why she still hadn’t allowed herself to accept the unexpected dividend of that night, even though it seemed like she had got everything she wanted.
And even though she had known what she was getting herself into last time, she still wasn’t prepared for what awaited her on the other side of the door. This time couldn’t be any more scandalous, could it?
She hoped it would start soon. She wasn’t about to back down. Half the reason she’d just flown eight hours from another hemisphere was just about to happen inside that room. She was nervous it was true, but it wasn’t fear that was making her shiver. It was that standing in the bathroom all this time waiting; she was getting cold.
Fortunately, a tap on the door soon after pulled her out of her uncertainty. Now it was time. The thing they had discussed months earlier, dared each other to do, was about to happen. As long as she was willing, the finale of their lengthy game was here.
Undoing her sash, she opened her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders to the bathroom floor. Despite the thinness of the smooth silk, it was only now that she was almost naked did she feel the full effect of the air-conditioning and her excitement. Her skin tighten all over, she was almost embarrassed at her now quickly her nipples became sensitive and erect.
Opening the bathroom door, Camilla stepped into the hotel room where Christian was waiting for her. Looking her up and down, he smiled his approval, and as she always did in response, she instantly felt a wet warmth between her slim thighs.
They kissed and then Camilla looked beyond him to the bed, where a tall, blindfolded blonde woman lay loosely bound to the bedposts. Christian had won their game, and as they had agreed, and she now had to finish it.
She watched as he climbed onto the bed and removed the woman’s blindfold.
“What is my surprise?” Camilla heard her say.
As he moved back, he revealed Camilla in nothing but her black thigh-high stockings to the bemused woman.
“Hi, I’m Camilla,” she said nervously. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
The woman looked back at Christian for guidance for what, to her, was clearly an unexpected turn of events. “Surprise!” he said.
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