My Wife And Her Male Boss Are On A Business Trip And Share A Room. She Asked Me To Bring Her Undergarments-10
December 16, 2025
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Ascending
Alone in the mirrored elevator, I saw myself: pale, disheveled, eyes bloodshot, lips taut—a specter from hell. Pressing "33," the doors sealed. Weightlessness lifted us upward. Silence reigned; only the hum of machinery. I stared at the climbing numbers: 11...17...23... Each beat hammered my heart. The key card bit into my palm; sweat beaded my brow.
The Long Corridor
"Ding!" Doors slid open. Floor 33 greeted me with air thick with cleaner and perfume. Deep red carpet muffled my steps; dim sconces cast soft light. Rows of heavy doors resembled silent tombstones. Eerie stillness amplified my breaths. I shuffled forward, scanning gilt numbers: 3301...3303... My heart battered my ribs, throbbing at my temples.
At the Door
Blood roared in my ears; sweat slicked the key. 3305 loomed ahead. A solid brown door blocked my path, its brass number gleaming mockingly. Here—Jack and her "suite." I halted, rigid as a drawn bow. My right hand clenched the damp key, knuckles white; my left hovered, trembling, above the handle.
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Alone in the mirrored elevator, I saw myself: pale, disheveled, eyes bloodshot, lips taut—a specter from hell. Pressing "33," the doors sealed. Weightlessness lifted us upward. Silence reigned; only the hum of machinery. I stared at the climbing numbers: 11...17...23... Each beat hammered my heart. The key card bit into my palm; sweat beaded my brow.
The Long Corridor
"Ding!" Doors slid open. Floor 33 greeted me with air thick with cleaner and perfume. Deep red carpet muffled my steps; dim sconces cast soft light. Rows of heavy doors resembled silent tombstones. Eerie stillness amplified my breaths. I shuffled forward, scanning gilt numbers: 3301...3303... My heart battered my ribs, throbbing at my temples.
At the Door
Blood roared in my ears; sweat slicked the key. 3305 loomed ahead. A solid brown door blocked my path, its brass number gleaming mockingly. Here—Jack and her "suite." I halted, rigid as a drawn bow. My right hand clenched the damp key, knuckles white; my left hovered, trembling, above the handle.
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