“Doesn’t sound very boring.” In fact, it sounds downright snooze worthy. “Surely it’s a good job to have.”
“Oh, it’s great. I just mean talking about it can be very boring. I’d much prefer to talk about you.”
I’d prefer not to talk at all. I smile and bat my eyelashes at him as if he is the cutest thing in the world. I swear I’m not built to play this type of role. I’m not the ditzy bitch that plays the submissive. I prefer control. I want to make them beg for me. To get what I want, I need to pretend to be the one that he wants to take to his room, not the other way around.
So when he leans into my side, I know what he is about to say next and I remain passive.
“Want to continue this conversation back in my room?”
He slides a keycard toward me and I cover it with my hand before slipping it into the purse hanging from my side. His smile tells me I made the right move.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Join me or not, it’s up to you, sweetheart.”
I damn near gag at the nickname, but nod and sip my drink as if he hadn’t said a word to me. Hook. Line. Sinker. That didn’t take long.
I sit at the bar and continue to sip my drink. I don’t know what I’m even thinking by coming here. Meeting some random man in his hotel room. I don’t fucking do this type of shit. So why am I still going through with this?
I swallow the rest of my drink down and then stand up from the bar. Nodding at the bartender that I would be leaving. That didn’t take very long. I figured I’d be here much longer. Men don’t take long to swoop in and find a pretty woman when they want to get their dicks wet.
I offer the man a thanks, and then leave the bar with a nervous tangle filling my belly. I let my feet lead the way as I cross over into the hotel side of things. Heading for the elevatordoors off to the left. The golden doors are both an enticement and a deter.
I’m really about to go through with this. Shit. I press the button to call it and then enter when the doors slide open immediately. It’s empty and I ride the elevator to the seventh floor.
Every doubt surfaces in my mind as the elevator continues its climb higher. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this. What is wrong with me? My world spins and my mind along with it.
The doors ding and open to the empty hallway and I look to the left and right and then dig the card out of my purse. Glancing down to see the number of the room on the outside of the card in gold letters. 707.
To the left and then four doors down and I’m stopping at the doorway. A deep breath and I slide the card into the opening and the door chimes and turns green. I push the handle down and open the door, and slip inside before I can chicken out.
I lean against the back of the door as it clicks closed behind me. Shit. I’m inside this man’s room. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Pheobe?”
His weaselly little voice calls out and I shiver and not in a good way. I shouldn’t have come.
“Yes,” the reply slips through my lips, anyway.
I steel my shoulders into place and stand up straight as I take on the roll of Pheobe and enter further into the room. No sense in backing out now. I can do this. Pretend to be someone I’m not. I do it every day of my life, so why is this so hard?
By the time that I round the small hallway to find him nursing a drink in the chair in the room’s corner near the bed, I’m a person who I don’t even recognize. I’m Pheobe and I’m the one in charge here. I don’t need his approving smile as I saunter toward him with ease.
“I’m glad you came.”
I ignore him and straddle his lap as I lift my green dress to free my legs. One of his hands finds my hip and I smile like an easy going temptress. I lean into him and my lips rest against his ear.
“Me too.”
I whisper the words and then let my tongue run along his outer shell. I cringe inwardly as the taste of strong hair products coats my tongue. Ew. I grind down on his lap and his cock is already hard and wanting. I roll my eyes. Men are so easy.
He places down his glass and then both of his hands are on my thighs and rubbing my bare skin. I do my best to remain sitting on his lap and let his hands roam wherever they want. His fingers slip inside of my inner thigh and before I can react, they are slipping inside of me.
I wasn’t wearing panties. So when his fingers slip inside of me with one push, I can’t help the gasp of both surprise and pleasure as he fucks me. It feels good but also it doesn’t. I would rather he wasn’t touching me at all. Yet, here we are.
I came here knowing what was going to happen. That this wouldn’t be easy. So while he fucks me with his fingers, I buck my hips as I seek pleasure from them. Practically needing to cum on them before he can drag pleasure from me in other ways.
I reach back to undo the zipper and slip my arms from the dress before tugging it off my body and tossing it to the bed and out of the way. I buck my hips over his lap as his fingers massage my inner walls. I reach back and remove one heel and then the other and toss them to the bed.
“So needy for me.”
