I said in my first story about fucking my friend Stacey that it happened again. This is episode 2.
It was a few months later, on another business trip. It was to be the same prelude to the evening: on one of my nights off I was meeting up with a gang of friends there, including Stacey. This time, though, I had a hotel room to myself. I was urgently hoping that the night would go the same as last time when I made my way to the bar where we were all meeting.