Another trip: Part 3 (who should stay & who should go?)
Chen clears their throat, feeling more mischievous than usual.
“Hmm… It’s so hard to pick—perhaps there should be some more attempts at convincing me?”
A naughty grin flashes across their face.
“But June,” Chen turns their attention to June first, their eyes filled with wicked sparks. “Did you just say you’re the only one with the balls…? But I thought I and Riley were the only ones here with balls?”
Riley blushes at the cheap joke, cheeks now redder than a ripe tomato.
June’s jaw drops—then she cackles, throwing her head back so hard she nearly topples over the arm of the couch.
“Besides—you said you’d pack yourself in my suitcase… but I’m afraid your tits can’t fit in there.” Chen laughs.
June yanks off her tee in a single rebellious motion—no bra underneath, unsurprisingly. With her perky boobs—disproportionally big for someone of her physique—bouncing, she tosses the shirt over Chen’s head like a flag.
“Fine, fine—fair! But if my tits can’t go in the suitcase, they can ride on your face. Problem solved.”
She then bites her lip, drops to her knees, and gesturing as though she were holding a Sharpie over her breasts.
“What if I write ‘property of Chen’ across these jugs and walk around the hotel lobby like that? You think that might sway your decision?”
Chen then turns toward Riley.
“So— You promise you won’t be trouble, eh? But what if I want a little bit of trouble…?” Chen says with a suggestive grin, their index finger and thumb placed gently underneath Riley’s smooth, freshly-shaved chin.
Riley’s entire face turns crimson. They squeeze Chen’s forearm, peeking up through their glasses, lips trembling into a shaky whisper so soft only Chen hear:
“I… I could be trouble. If you want. I could… sneak under the covers while you’re on calls. Or wear nothing but your dress shirt when you come back to the room. Or… or beg really quiet so no one hears. Is that… enough trouble?”
They press a shy kiss to Chen’s wrist, clinging even tighter.
“Oh Riley, my sweet Riley…” Chen can’t help but kiss Riley back, on the lips this time.
Chen redirects their attention to Sofia next.
“Well, Sofia, I know you’re excellent at multitasking, but how much can you multitask in the hotel room…when I’m on my laptop, the upper half of my body dressed properly for a video meeting, while you are under the desk discreetly unbuckling my belt…you haven’t done that before, have ya?”
Sofia’s eyes darken instantly—heat and a flicker of mock disapproval both at once. She leans down so her lips brush Chen’s ear, voice low and calm but dripping with wicked, filthy promise:
“No, I haven’t done exactly that—yet. But if you think I can’t keep my mouth full of your cum while keeping your voice steady for your colleagues, you’d be so wrong. Bring me, sweetie, and I’ll swallow every drop before they even suspect you’re not wearing pants under that suit.”
She bites Chen’s earlobe just lightly enough to make them flinch.
“And finally, Kaori—” Chen pauses mid-sentence, and then continues teasingly. “Room service will hear things they’ll never recover from? Like, hmmm— like how much of a mischievous brat you are? I’m not sure that’s the kind of energy I want on a business trip…”
Kaori freezes for half a heartbeat—then narrows her eyes, lips curling into that sly, scandalous grin that spells doom for Chen later.
“You want quiet? Take Sofia. You want peace? Take Riley. You want an actually-bratty brat? Take June. But…” Kaori leans in close, voice dripping with threat and promise, “if you take me, you’ll get stress-relief so thorough that your boring little meetings will feel like foreplay. And if I’m being a brat? You can punish me… privately… every night. Deal?”
She flicks Chen’s nose before pecking their lips with a surprise kiss.