Sharpay adjusted her tight red dress nervously as she made her way down the hallway.

"320… 322…" she read, her heart rate increasing as she neared her destination, "326." The apartment complex she was traversing her way through was huge and very nice. Not as nice as her own, of course, but nice all the same. She checked the text message on her phone one more time and verified the apartment number before knocking three times, exactly like it had said. A shuddering breath ran through her in anticipation as she heard someone step up to the door. It was completely unlike her to become so unhinged, but knowing what was about to transpire was enough to make her hold onto the wall beside the door to steady herself.

The door opened about a foot and she knew that it was her cue to go inside, so she took a deep breath and did so.

"You're late," he told her as soon as the door was closed.

"It took me awhile to find the place," she admitted, looking up into his clear blue eyes and biting her lip lightly.

"We don't have a lot of time now," he sighed. Sharpay took him in. He had obviously been preparing for her arrival and had taken it upon himself to remove his dress shirt, leaving him in a tight white undershirt and his black dress slacks, belt unbuckled and hanging against the tops of his thighs. She couldn't help but be disappointed. The entire drive over she'd been fantasizing about slowly unbuttoning each pearly white button and pushing it from his shoulders. Now, she would just have to go with what he had left her and she did so immediately, stepping forward and sliding the white shirt up his gorgeous body and over his head. Something about that single action had reinvigorated her confidence and she knew that they had to get right to it. If he had said they didn't have a lot of time, he meant it, and she was not about to let this chance pass her by.

Once his shirt and pants were forgotten on the floor, leaving him in a pair of tight and tented black boxer briefs, he took her by the shoulders and quickly spun her around, pressing his body against her back and cupping his hands over her breasts. The sensation of the satin rubbing against her nipples was so intense she had to bite back a moan.

"Let's see if you followed the rest of the directions," he whispered roughly in her ear as he gave her tits a firm squeeze before moving his hands to the long zipper that ran all way down her spine and over her ass. He pulled the tab down, revealing the entire naked expanse of her back, and when he reached the small of her back, he tugged it down roughly to the end, revealing that her panty-less ass. He chuckled lightly in her ear and pushed the tight rouged fabric over her hips. "Good job."

Instead of responding to his praise, she simply turned around and slipped her hands into the sides of his underwear, her palms pressing against his hips as she slid them down to join his pants. As she bent to do the task, she made sure to brush her cheek lightly against his newly revealed and completely hard cock. She knew that she had never wanted to give a guy head more in her entire life than she did at that moment, but before her lips could close around him, she felt herself being heaved upward by one of her elbows.

"We don't have time for that," he told her before pressing her against the wall by the door, "Turn around." She gave him a lingering, smoldering look before doing as requested, pressing her palms into the camel colored paint and waiting through those torturous seconds while she heard him open a condom wrapper and get himself ready. There had been no real foreplay, no kisses, but she was more than ready for him. Just thinking about him all day, ever since that text message had shown up on her phone had been enough. He put his hands on her hips and pulled them back to meet him, angling her slightly and forcing her to move her hands down further on the wall, her well-manicured crimson nails scraping lightly against the paint.

"You're so hot," he breathed, running a hand down her spine before aligning himself and pushing his way into her hot wet center.

"Oh god, Troy," she gasped as he filled her and roughly grabbed her hips again, starting a rapid rhythm. It wasn't what she wanted, nor was it what she had been dreaming about all day, but it was all they had time for and so therefore, it was just fine. He was inside her and now he had one set of fingers on her clit, working as hard as he could to get her to come as quickly as possible. Sharpay bounced her hips back against his, trying to keep up with his pace. Most guys she knew would have come already at that fast of a tempo, but not Troy. Troy was far better than that.

"So hot," he murmured again as he continued both his speed and his hand's ministrations. As she felt the first telltale spasm in her womanhood, letting her know that her orgasm was coming quickly, she pushed back into him harder and whimpered. Two more thrusts and she came with a grunt, her right hand repeatedly smacking against the wall as it ripped through her. Either he had been waiting for her or the feeling of her walls clamping down on him was too much, because seconds after her orgasm had started, he hit his as well. His movements completely stilled and he let out a deep shuddering breath.

Sharpay wanted to savor the moment, but he pulled out of her and disappeared down the hallway before she could even process what had just happened. She heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on. For a brief moment, she smiled and wondered if he'd ask her to join him, but when he came out wrapped in a robe and looking at her expectantly, she knew better.

"You need to go," he told her and she nodded, pulling on her dress and shoes while trying not to think about how rude he was being or how she was being tossed out before her quivering legs had the chance to recuperate. He set her clutch purse in her hands and gave her a smile. "Thanks for coming on such short notice." The double entendre was not lost on her and she couldn't help but laugh lightly.

"Not here next time, though. Okay?" she asked. He nodded and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips. She wanted to fist a hand in his hair and kiss him properly, the way she was used to, but knew she couldn't. When his phone started to vibrate on the kitchen counter, they looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Go," he told her before scooping up his clothes and heading for the bathroom. Her heart was pounding fiercely against her ribs as she opened the door and scurried down the hallway. Once she was around the corner and out of sight of the elevators, pressed herself against the wallpapered surface and took in several heaving breaths. The elevator dinged, letting anyone within earshot know that someone was about to exit the elevator. She wouldn't have had to look to know who it was, but once she heard a key jiggling in a lock, she couldn't help herself.

A short brunette was turning the key to apartment 326. Sharpay recognized her as Troy's girlfriend from the pictures he kept on his desk. The desk he had started fucking her on three months ago. After two weeks they'd graduated to motels, the kind you could rent by the hour and that would take cash, but this was the first time he'd ever asked her to meet him at his place.

Once she was sure that Gabriella was inside, she turned and started for the elevators. She was well past his door when it jerked open and a tear-streaked Gabriella came storming out.

"Gabi, come back!" Troy yelled out, but he stopped short when he saw that Sharpay was down the hall, almost to the elevators.

"Not a chance! I can't believe you!" Gabriella cried, storming down the hallway with her hands clenched into fists. Sharpay repeatedly pressed the Down button for the elevator and hoped that it would open and she could get in and shut the doors before Gabriella reached her but she wasn't that lucky. The doors opened just as Gabriella reached her side and they stepped inside together. Sharpay didn't know what had just happened inside, but had more than a sneaking suspicion that Troy had been caught somehow, but knew that Gabriella had no idea it was her. There was no way she could. She hadn't left a thing in the apartment and she and Troy had never gone anywhere together, had always arrived separately when they met. That, and Gabriella had never been into the office to visit Troy since Sharpay had transfered to that branch three months ago.

"Fucking men," Gabriella sniffled. Sharpay gave her a forced smile and wished that Gabriella would stop talking to her. She pushed the button for the main floor and when Gabriella didn't request another, Sharpay took a step back and repeated the mantra of "She doesn't know it's you, she doesn't know it's you" over and over until the doors opened to the lobby. Gabriella sniffed one more time and dropped something on the floor of the elevator before stepping out. Sharpay froze in place when she saw what it was: a gray condom wrapper.

Instead of getting out, Sharpay simply pressed the button for the third floor and leaned against the back wall smiling to herself. She finally knew why he had asked her to come there that day. He had wanted to get caught.