Thanks Violet, for the clip on tie for my suit.

The Equestria Games Gala is tonight, and I’m standing in front of a mirror inside the Shining Crystal Hotel, a large scale hotel located in the Crystal Empire. The moment is finally here; we are mere days away from the start of the Equestria Games. All that hard work has payed off, and we managed to get everything up and running ahead of schedule.

I was hired a few weeks before last year’s games, and it was the most stressful days of my entire life. The fact that we were set up seconds before the games started was a miracle. It was also the first time Violet ever praised me, telling me that I “did well, all things considered,” which was the best compliment I received from her at that time.

Compared to that roller coaster of madness, this year was a breeze. We did skirt the line a little bit, with that Fast Pass business, but it all worked out. Now, I’m just about ready with this suit for the gala. I wonder what Violet is going to wear this year. Last year, her dress displayed her signature color of violet, and was extremely classy; barely any skin….coat…was shown. She looked quite graceful, and her poise commanded that room. I’m betting that she’s got something similar, which will be nice.

Now that this tie has been clipped on, I’m ready to go.

I walk out of my hotel room, and move to the next door. Our rooms are conjoined, with a door in my room that connects to hers. However, I don’t want to just barge in, and we’re due downstairs at any moment for our ride to the Gala.

Three knocks should do the trick.

KNOCK KNOCK KNO…

Mid third knock, the door opens, and my jaw almost detaches from my head when I see what's on the other side. Violet stands before me with a dress that sports her signature color, but that’s the only similarity to last year’s dress. The sleeveless dress sways at the bottom from side to side, with a long slit from the bottom to her waist, showcasing a healthy amount of leg when the breeze kicks it over. At the top, is a plunging v-neck that stops short of her belly button, meaning that there’s an eyeful of cleavage for all to see.

My eyes scan her body, and I stop at her face. Her expression screams professionalism, while her cheeks display affection. Her eyes then look me up and down, before closing the door behind her.

“Remember, no saying or thinking my name when we’re in public.”

“Of course.” I nod. “You look fantastic.”

“Thank you. You as well.”

The two of us walk side by side, head downstairs using the elevator, and make our way through the lobby. Her dress catches the eyes of many ponies and people, with their heads turning to follow her as we get to the front door.

Waiting for us outside, is our chauffeur, who opens the back of the limo for us. When he looks at Ms. Harshwhinny, his eyes widen for just a second, before regaining his composure.

“Ms. Harshwhinny…” he nods, as Ms. Harshwhinny gets into the limo, with me following soon after.

The inside is comfortable, with bouncy seats, and a mini bar on the side. Ms. Harshwhinny eyes the drinks for a few moments, before slowly closing up the bar and crossing her arms pressing her breasts together and catching my immediate attention. The the chauffeur gets in the car, we head off towards the Gala.

There’s a silence between Ms. Harshwhinny and I. We can’t make too much small talk, because the partition is open, and the chauffeur can see and hear us. Ms. Harshwhinny looks over at our driver, and notices that his eyes frequently glance up at the rear view mirror to look at us. More specifically, at her. Slyly, Ms. Harshwhinny presses a button next to her, that brings the partition up, blocking his line of sight.

The silence continues, until…

“This limo is soundproof.” she says “But I still won’t advise you coming over to me to do what you really want to do.” Her tone is teasing, and is smirking as she talks. “Just as I can’t come over to you and do what I really want to do.”

“It would probably take a while to straighten ourselves up.”

“That’s not to say that I’m not tempted to see if we can get away with it, but I’d rather not risk it.”

“Smart.” I nod, continuing to stare at her figure. “You’re going to turn some heads tonight, Ms. Harshwhinny. This isn’t your normal attire.”

“I didn’t wear this for them.” she grins sexily “Just make sure not to stare at me too much, okay?”

“Okay, but I make no promises. After all, there’s no crime in an assistant finding his boss attractive.”

“True, but I’d rather your gazes be brief. Any longer, and others might suspect something.”

“Got it. No prolonged staring.” I give her a playful salute, which makes her chuckle in amusement.

About ten minutes go by, and we make it to the Gala. Through the glass, I can see the large establishment, where various athletes are walking the steps, while press pester them with questions I cannot hear. The crystal architecture still takes my breath away, even though it’s no different from when I saw it last year. I don’t see Fast Pass there yet, but I know she’s not the type of mare to miss the chance to steal the spotlight from everybody.

Our limo stops at the steps, and I get out first. I leave the door open for Ms. Harshwhinny. I sort of feel sorry for the chauffeur, as holding the door is his job, but I need to play the role of the assistant. The moment Ms. Harshwhinny and her stunning attire leave the limo, flashbulbs from the press assault us with their blinding light. I cover my eyes from the sight, while Ms. Harshwhinny simply looks on without a care in the world. Her signature look of seriousness that she uses in public is in full swing, and doesn’t showcase that winning smile or charming grin that she shares with me whenever we are alone.

The press yell questions at her, namely her outfit, but she pays them no mind. She motions to me to follow her, and she walks up the steps towards the front door. I follow her closely, but not too close, keeping my hands on my sides the entire time. The ponies at the front door open the large doors for us, but their eyes are understandably fixated on Ms. Harshwhinny.

We enter inside, where we see many ponies and people heading towards the large ballroom in the center of the building. That’s where the gala is being held. Some members of the Equestria Games board walk up to Ms. Harshwhinny, saying good evening, and complementing her gown. Mares, stallions, men, and women cannot help but make their occasional glances downwards, but they do it so quickly that if I wasn’t paying attention, no one would notice. There is some amusement to be had here, as while Ms. Harshwhinny is the head of the Equestria Games, these board members are technically her bosses, and yet are now eyeing her up like they suddenly found out she’s actually extremely attractive. Then again, that’s probably what is happening.

After some minor mingling, we make our way to the main event, where the large ballroom is littered with tables assigned for various people and ponies, from the board members, to athletes who wanted to show up, to some employees that were invited. Kevin and Crystal are invited to come to the gala, and were given VIP passes to the games, which is a real step up from last year. I remember Kevin got passes, but they were the regular kind, where he would get an assigned seat for each event. The VIP pass will place him and Crystal in their own private room, where they will be able to watch the events with little distraction from the audience. It’s not so different from the room Ms. Harshwhinny and I will have. There will be free food as well, which is a huge plus.

Ms. Harshwhinny and I get to our table, which is placed towards the large stage at the end of the ballroom, no doubt because Ms. Harshwhinny has to make her speech to signify the true start of the Equestria Games. Last year, I took a look at her speech to make sure it’s grammatically correct, but I didn’t see her speech this time. I guess she’s confident with this one. The two of us sit down, looking over the place settings and making sure that it’s up to snuff. Ms. Harshwhinny glides her hand on the silk table cloth, nodding in approval.

“This is nice.” she says “Good table settings and placement, only two seats for us, so no uninvited guests. All that’s left is for the food to be delicious, and I’d call this a successful night.”

“I’m glad you’re pleased, Ms. Harshwhinny.” I look around to make sure there is no one close by. The coast is clear. “Kind of wish we sat a bit farther.”

“How come?”

“It makes…um…small talk…difficult.”

“I see…” she cringes, as if she forgot about that part. “I made the table placement specifications before we…I forgot to update that. My apologies.”

“No, no. What are you apologizing for? I’m not upset.”

“Well, now that you brought it up, I can’t help but be disappointed.” Her disappointed pout soon turns into a mischevious smirk. “Then again, not all is lost.”

“What do you mean?”

“The table cloth is rather lengthy, don’t you think? Like…it’s hitting the floor.” As she says this, I feel her hoof brush against my leg. The soft caress gives me welcome chills, but I maintain my straight faced professionalism like a good assistant should. “Is this to your liking?”

“Very much. How about you?”

“I think I can manage.” she says in a teasing tone.

It doesn’t take much longer for the other guests to arrive. Members of the board, various athletes, and I see Kevin and Crystal arrive as well, with the two of them dressed up well for the evening. They are looking around the place with awe and wonder, which makes sense, since they’ve never been to the Gala before. No sign of Fast Pass, but then again, I’m not really looking for her.

The somewhat quiet ballroom has become fairly loud, with the band in the corner playing some light jazz, and the talking from everyone inside. It’s not unbearable or anything, but considering that the office building I work in is extremely quiet on most days, this is definitely a bit of a jarring switch. It’s not all bad, though. Ms. Harshwhinny and I are still playing footsie under the table, even as some guests approach us for small talk. Ms. Harshwhinny doesn’t stand up; instead doing her talks while sitting, probably so she can still brush my leg with her hoof.

After about a half an hour of mingling and light drinking, a stallion in a fancy dark grey suit gets on stage in front of the microphone. He taps on the mic, and the feedback rings through our ears to get our attention. The stallion blushes at the goof.

“I was making sure it was working, I swear.” he chortles, causing the guests to laugh. “Anyway, allow me to greet you all for this years Equestria Games Gala.” The guests applaud in response, including Ms. Harshwhinny and myself. Last year, she didn’t applaud, likely due to the hectic events. “This is Equestria’s eighty fifth Equestria Games, but the tenth for our mighty and illustrious head, Ms. Harshwhinny.” The applause stirs again.

For me, however, I have just learned that Ms. Harshwhinny became head of the Equestria Games at twenty-five years old. That’s amazing! This stallion didn’t mention how many years she was working at the last Gala. To be fair, though, ten years is a pretty big milestone.

“It’s thanks to her that we have been able to put together what I feel will be the greatest Equestria Games yet, and for her tenth anniversary, and to officially welcome us all, I present the mare, the myth, the legend herself…Ms. Harshwhinny.”

The applause kicks up yet again, as Ms. Harshwhinny stands from her seat, and goes to the stage. Music bellows from the band with triumph, like Ms. Harshwhinny is a boxer ready to take on their greatest opponent. She shakes the hand of the stallion who introduced her (with the stallion doing a quick eye scan of her dress), and goes to the microphone, waiting for the applause and music to die down.

“Thank you for the kind words. I also thank you for not staring at my dress for too long.” Her tone is so straightforward and dry, that the audience roars in laughter, as the stallion blushes and loosens his tie in embarrassment, but he’s laughing too. “I realize that this ensemble is turning a few heads tonight, and truth be told, the attention is rather nice. However, I didn’t come on stage for my tenth anniversary of being the head of the Equestria Games to wow you with my choice of attire. Instead, I want to tell you that all that you see here tonight was not just done by me, but by my staff. The accountants, the marketing team, even…” she looks down at me “…my own assistant.” she turns her head back to the crowd “They are just as much to congratulate as myself. I wish they were all here tonight to come on stage with me, but I feel that they are here in spirit. To my staff, thank you all for what you have done.”

The crowd applauds, and Ms. Harshwhinny again turns her gaze to me with a small smile. I give her the thumbs up, and she nods with a brief chuckle.

“My tenth year working the games has been the best of my career thus far. Yes, there were some challenges along the way, as there should be, but it has been much more rewarding than all the years past. We have an excellent venue in the crystal stadium, a variety of events, and a wonderful line up of the most talented athletes in Equestrian history. And, for the first time ever, we have cross competition with the ponies of Equestria, and the humans of Earth in all events. Not just sports like hoofball, but swimming and the triathlon. Humans have shown their mettle over the years, and now it’s time to show the sports world what they can really do!” Her inspiring tone echoes through the room, causing the audience to burst with applause. “Of course, this is the most competitive event of the year, so as we say…may the best one win. Thank you all, and welcome to the Equestria Games.”

The crowd stands from their seats and clap and woo her with massive energy. Ms. Harshwhinny waves, as the music explodes from the band. She walks down the steps, and back to our table, where she sits down and looks to me with a smile. The doors in the back open up, and waiters pool out, carrying plates of food and wine.

Set down in front of Harshwhinny and I are two bowls. One filled with spaghetti, and another filled with cobb salad. Another waiter arrives, bringing us bread and dressing for our salad. Ms. Harshwhinny looks around, and sees others getting different foods from us. Others are given grilled salmon, tomato and mozzarella paninis, and the standard caesar salad. Ms. Harshwhinny looks back at me, and I give her a smile.

“Why do we have different food?” she asks.

“I called in to say you wanted something special for your table. The catering company was more than happy to oblige.”

Ms. Harshwhinny looks back at the food, then at me again. I can see in her eyes the memory of me making spaghetti for her on our first official night as a couple, and events just a few days ago, with us enjoying a nice cobb salad with her family. Her cheeks become deep crimson, a sight I will always cherish, and she leans forward and touches my leg with affection. As quickly as that feeling of love comes, she leans back, so to not attract any attention from wandering eyes.

“Thank you…” she quietly says, scooping up salad for the first course.

Dinner is relatively pleasant, as guests talk amongst each other, with calming music plays from the band. Ms. Harshwhinny and I exchange in some innocent small talk, being careful not to slip up and say anything that stray ears could hear. Occasionally, some guests would walk by to congratulate Ms. Harshwhinny on a job well done, with her respond with giving her staff and myself credit. Of course, they were more interested in acknowledging her, despite her light protests that it wasn’t all her doing. I don’t mind so much. After all, she is the mastermind behind the machine, so it only makes sense that she would get a majority, if not all of the credit.

When the dinner portion ends, there’s an announcement that desert will be served in twenty minutes, so that our stomachs are well rested before being given our choice between strawberry cheesecake, or apple pie a la mode. Guests start to get up, with some going to another table to mingle, while others go to hang out by the large table to fill up on wine and hors d’oeuves like cheese and crackers.

Ms. Harshwhinny and I spot the table with a couple board members of the company waving towards her, motioning for her to come join them.

“Looks like I’m needed.” Ms. Harshwhinny says.

“You want me to come with you?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll call you if I need a drink. I believe Kevin and Crystal are here, so you should talk to them for a bit.”

“Okay. See you in a bit.”

“Looking forward to it.” she smirks, standing from her seat, and walking over to the table. I notice her walk has a bit of an extra sway to it, letting her femininity loose in that one strut. I know she’s doing it to tease me, I can sense her smirk from where I am, but I can only imagine what the board members are thinking.

I stand up and look for Kevin and Crystal. My search doesn’t last very long, as we nearly bump into each other. The three of us share a chuckle at the near mishap, and I give them both a welcoming hug.

“Glad you two made it.” I say.

“We were almost late. Had to get up early this morning for the train, and we…ummm….overslept.” Crystal says with a giggle.

“More like I overslept, and you spent a good five minutes trying to wake me up.” Kevin chortles. “Seriously though, this is great.” He looks around the ballroom with wide eyed wonderment. “And you’re looking quite sharp, Mr. Assistant.” Kevin playfully bops my shoulder. “Where’s Ms. Harshwhinny?”

“Mingling with the board members.”

“Probably checking her out, too.” Crystal nods. Kevin looks at her in surprise. “What? She looks hot tonight.” Kevin then nods in agreement.

“Hey, listen buddy…” Kevin gets a bit closer, having his voice turn into a whisper. “I know that we’re getting this treatment as a way of…you know…assuring our confidentiality. Don’t worry, we have no intention of telling a soul.”

“I know, man.” I assure him, “But don’t thank me. This was Ms. Harshwhinny’s idea.”

“It was?” Kevin is shocked.

“Yeah. She asked me if they would be interested in the VIP treatment, and I said that you two would love it.”

“Then, we should send her an e-mail as thanks.” Kevin’s voice of surprise remains.

“Screw the e-mail, we should send her a basket of muffins!” Crystal raises her voice slightly, “Does she like muffins?”

“Yeah. Primarily blueberry.” I nod.

“Good. We’ll send her a basket of blueberry muffins.” Kevin responds, and he and Crystal nod together sealing the promise.

“She’d like that. Oh, and by the way, we haven’t told anyone about…” I point to the two. “Are you two able to hide it okay?”

“Yeah. We’re trying to come off as good work buddies. None of the…” Kevin then whispers, “Lovey-dovey stuff.”

“Good.” I look over at Ms. Harshwhinny. She turns her head, scanning the crowd until she spots me. She motions with her hand that she needs a drink, simulating her hand as a cup and drinking from it. “Looks like she needs a drink. Enjoy the night.” I pat Kevin and Crystal on the shoulder and take my leave.

“You too.” they say at the same time.

I mosey on over to the table of wine glasses, picking up two glasses; one for myself, and the other for Ms. Harshwhinny. I turn back around, and now I have lost her. With everyone mostly standing up, looking for Ms. Harshwhinny has become a bit more difficult than I anticipated. One gentleman blocking my vision moves to the side, and the violet sheen of Ms. Harshwhinny’s dress catches my eye immediately. She’s still in conversation with the other board members, but no doubt she is waiting for me to deliver the wine.

“That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.” a voice next to me says. I look to the left to see a nicely suited man sipping a glass of wine, making glances at Ms. Harshwhinny, before landing his eyes on me. I can’t tell if he was looking at her in a skeevy manner, or if he was genuinely happy, but all I know is that I cannot show him that I was a bit bothered by that. “Last year, she was quite frazzled.”

“Last year, we had everything ready right down to the wire. We were lucky it worked as much as it did.”

“I don’t doubt that. You’re looking pretty nice, yourself. Last year, your suit was more loose and hastily put on.”

“My apologies, I don’t mean any disrespect, but I don’t remember meeting you.”

“No disrespect taken. This is the first time we’ve had a conversation. My name is Jeffery Caldwell. I’m the head of the PHR.”

“PHR?”

“Pony and Human Resources.”

“Oh. That makes sense. I was hung up on the acronym, because it sounds like fur.”

“Most do.” he chuckles, “You aren’t the first, believe me. I’m impressed with your work ethic. It’s hard to believe that you are Ms. Harshwhinny’s assistant, and that you show no signs of stress.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m sure you know that Ms. Harshwhinny’s traction with assistants have been less than stellar; most quitting or being let go within months. You have been with her for over a year, and yet here you are with a smile. Got any trade secrets?”

“Other than be vigilant and professional?” I jest. He chuckles.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. My department does bi monthly employee evaluations with Ms. Harshwhinny. She gives us reports on her staff, and her overall satisfaction.”

“Any juicy secrets I should know?” I chortle.

“Surprisingly, her complaints are small and somewhat inconsequential. Mainly the desk etiquette of some of her employees. You however, there has been nothing wrong in your evaluations for the past ten months.”

“Ten months?”

“The first two months, she mentioned that you were tardy on a couple days, and that your choice of work attire was messy at best. But, once your first Equestria Games passed, her evaluations of you were positively brimming with praise. I’d even go as far as say that it felt like they were written by a different mare.”

“Think she’s a changeling?” I joke with him.

“No.” he chuckles again. “Her evaluations did say you had a welcome sense of humor.”

“I don’t really know what to say. I just did my job, and catered to her requests.”

“And you have done a marvelous job. Honestly, that’s all I wanted to say to you. That and ask if you’ve experienced any discrimination, being that you’re a human.”

“None from her or anyone at my work. You’d think others would get used to us by now.”

“Yeah. You won’t believe the outcry when Ms. Harshwhinny made the announcement last year about letting humans compete with ponies. Give it a couple more years. It’ll pass.” He glances at the wine glasses. “I’m sorry, I’ve been keeping you. Enjoy the party.” He waves me in the direction of Ms. Harshwhinny.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll keep in touch.”

“I’m sure we will.”

I walk away from Jeffery and head straight towards Ms. Harshwhinny in a b-line. When I’m mere steps away from her, she turns around, giving me a small smile as she takes the wine glass from my right hand.

“Thank you.” she takes a sip, not breaking eye contact with me. She then turns back to the board members. “Fillies and gentlecoats, it was a pleasure talking with you all, but I must take my leave to the facilities.” She gestures me to follow her. “If you please.”

Ms. Harshwhinny moves away from the board members, who all turn their attention to me with a series of snickers in what I can only guess is a “she’s working him to the bone” type of tone. All I can do is nervously chuckle and say a small and timid “Hi” and wave before taking my own leave. They are nice enough to give me a minor wave before I go, I’ll give them that.

I follow Ms. Harshwhinny out of the ballroom, around the corner, and into a hallway where there’s a bathroom a distance away. We get to the bathroom, and Ms. Harshwhinny looks back at me.

“Don’t get any ideas. I brought you here because I would like some privacy. No one and nopony is allowed in until I’m finished.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Besides…” she looks to the left and to the right, before whispering in my ear “There will be plenty of ideas when we get back.” Just her tone sends shivers down my spine. The good kind of shivers, too. “Hold this.” she gives me the wine glass.

Ms. Harshwhinny moves away from me, and goes into the restroom. Being alone in the hallway, performing bathroom guard duty for my boss is pretty strange, but I’m not troubled by it. This wasn’t the first time she wanted privacy in the bathroom. One time, when we went to Las Pegasus for a potential Equestria Games venue, she had me guard the bathroom there. It was more difficult that time, since we were in a large lounge, and was the closest bathroom in the area, meaning I was forced to turn away a lot of angry people and ponies who needed to use the bathroom.

My mini-flashback is interrupted by the clacking of heels on the floor echoing through the hall. I look to the left to see a mare I had hoped not to be a lone with.

Fast Pass, wearing a slick, flowing dress that accentuated her slim and athletic figure, walks towards me with that disgustingly smug look on her face, like I’m beneath her. Okay, to be fair, I am beneath her, but if she tries something, I’m not afraid to throw down.

“What in Equestria are you doing at the door to the mares restroom?” she asks like I’m some huge pervert.

“Ms. Harshwhinny is using the facilities. She told me not to let anyone else in.”

“I’m sure she won’t mind if little ol’ me is in there with her.” she starts to move past me, but I get in her way. “Ahem.”

“She’s pretty adamant about being by herself. Sorry, but you’ll either have to wait, or use another bathroom.”

“Do you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do?”

“When it comes to the orders of Ms. Harshwhinny, yeah, I do.”

I glance down at her hands, and notice that they are clenched in a fist. Holy shit, is she going to hit me? I dare you. I double dare you. Forget what I’m going to do when you lay your fist on me, imagine what Ms. Harshwhinny is going to do.

Suddenly, that look of anger on her face turns into one of amusement. She chuckles, and then full on laughs. I don’t see what’s funny, unless she imagined me pile-driving her into a crater. That’s pretty funny.

“I see what’s happening here.” she says.

“What?”

“You like her.” Oh, yeah. She has no idea how right she is, but I’m staying stone cold. “You can get all stoic with me all you want, but I can see it in your eyes. You got it bad for her, don’t you? I can’t blame you. She does have that something that makes her so desirable. That young but experienced face. The demanding attitude. That voluptuous figure. Who wouldn’t want her, am I right?” For once, I agree with her, but I’m certain this is going to head to an insult. “But why in tartarus would she waste her time with a pathetic little worm like you?”

I’m sorry…little? I’m about as tall as you, and have a bit more muscle. I guess she’s talking more in the realm of monetary value…and that I’m a human.

“I’m sure she didn’t tell you this, sweetie, but she doesn’t think much of you. She told me back at the mansion that you’re nothing more than the help. That’s all your kind is good for. Who knows why she would make a boneheaded decision to allow humans to compete in all events. She should have seen me wipe the floor with the human hoofball team last year. She was probably overruled by her board members. At any rate, whatever feelings you may have for her, I suggest you give it up. She doesn’t want you. She’ll never want you. So, how about you do her, and all of ponykind a favor, and get off our fucking planet?”

Oh, how I wish I could hit her. How I wish I could call her every dirty name I could think of. But, I’m going to be the bigger being in the hallway and stay perfectly still, staring her down. The door to the bathroom opens up, and Ms. Harshwhinny, with her serious face, goes to my side.

“Fast Pass. Sorry for the hold up. You may use the bathroom, now.” Ms. Harshwhinny looks to me. “Talk about anything interesting?”

“Nah, just some small talk.” I say with a smile. “Everything okay?”

“Of course, thanks for asking. Must have drunk too much wine. You may escort me back to the ballroom. Take care, Fast Pass.”

“Sure thing.” Fast Pass does her best fake smile, going into the restroom.

The second Fast Pass closes the door, Ms. Harshwhinny grabs my hand, and leads me away from the bathroom, past the hall leading to the ballroom, and finds a nearby office. She turns to doorknob, and we see that it’s unlocked. She swings the door open and pushes me inside. I put the wine glass on a nearby table, so to not spill it. Ms. Harshwhinny closes the door, locks it, rushes to me, grabs me and gives me a passionate kiss. I’ve been wanting to feel this all night. Her warm lips against mine, and her soft coat pressing on my chest.

I take charge, and push her against another wall, as my hands travel her body and slip under her v-neck to clutch her amazing breasts. Her breathing is heavy, as I slip a strap of her dress off, and wrap my mouth around her left nipple. Her hands rub my shoulders, as I suck on her breast. I’m tempted to give her a teasing bite, but I think she wants to be as quiet as possible. I move back up, and lock lips with her once again. She embraces me tightly, scratching my back as she always does, though not as rough; probably to avoid ripping any of the fabric.

As I reach down to my zipper, Ms. Harshwhinny moves me away.

“Wait…” she says, finally able to get some air. “I want to, I really do. But I took it too far. I only brought you here to make out with you.”

“Well, I was the one who partially undressed you, so I think I was the one who took it too far.”

“I guess we both did.” she chuckles, brushing her mane with a hand. I reach into my breast pocket and pull out a comb; something I always bring whenever we go out of town, incase she needs to brush her mane when we are waiting for a meeting. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” I move to her and pull the strap back up, covering her breast. “Not that I minded, but what was that about?”

“I heard everything Fast Pass said. Why she thought the door blocked any sound is a mystery to me. That she would say those things to you…it made me so mad. I needed to let you know that nothing she said I told her was true.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay! You shouldn’t let her talk to you that way.”

“I know, but I was afraid that if I defended myself, she would catch on that we are together.”

“Then let her! I love you, and I don’t want her, anyone or anypony treating you with such indignity!” Ms. Harshwhinny puts her hand over her mouth, looking towards the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud. You think anyone heard us?”

“I’ll check.” I open the door. No one is there. “Nope, we’re fine.”

“Good.” she leans back against the wall. “See what I mean about you making me feel unprofessional?” she shakes her head with a smirk.

“I see what you mean.” I chuckle. “It’s cute.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You hired me.”

“You don’t know how much I want to just leave, go back to the hotel, and spend the night with you.”

“What’s stopping us?”

“Hey…” she thinks “…you’re right. What IS stopping us? It would be strange if we leave right now. For all everyone and everypony knows, I’m still in the bathroom. If we leave, it may cause suspicion. How about we return, stay for another hour, and then leave?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

“Good. Then, we’ll return to our hotel, reconvene in my room, get naked, and watch a movie on the TV.”

“What are we standing around here for, then? Let’s get back out there to make that hour pass by.”

“Okay.” Ms. Harshwhinny says excitedly, opening the door. I grab the wine glass, and follow her into the hall leading to the ballroom. We look back at each other making sure that we don’t look like we just had a rigorous make out session. Everything on her end looks spick and span, and she’s looking at me like everything is fine, too. “You ready?”

“Always.”