“Nope,” David replied, adjusting hismask.
“Some time ago, I saw him heading this way,” Adele replied. “But he got a call and flipped back toward thelobby.”
Furrowing her brow, Taylor glanced down the hallway. “Hmm, I wonder what that wasabout.”
“Text him,” Davidsaid.
“I left my phone in my room, charging,” Taylorsaid.
“Use mine.” David lifted his from the inside pocket of his tuxedo and tapped the home key. “Oops, it’sdead.”
Adele checked in several guests and David jumped up to open the salondoor.
“You’re going to have to introduce the first couple,” Adele said as a line formed at the registrationtable.
Again, Taylor glanced down the hall, hoping to see Jagger. Unless he showed up in the next five minutes, she’d have to doit.
As guests took their seats, Taylor waited in the wings, mic in hand. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.I did this once. I can do itagain.
When David closed the salon doors, Taylor walked onstage as the audio engineer started the smooth jazzmusic.
Be bold.Surveying the packed room, she smiled. “Good evening, I’m Taylor Hathaway, event director. Welcome to the spicier side of Loving. Before we get started, I’d like to remind you that these taboo relationships will be performed by professional sex artists. So, wheninspirationstrikes you”—she paused while the audience laughed—“please play in your suite. If you get rambunctious in your seats, security will remove you. Let’s not upstage the performers. They workhardforyou.”
She waited while the audienceapplauded.
“Time to turn up the heat. Though strangers, our first couple doesn’t stay that way for long. Ladies and gentlemen, ‘TheMassage’.”
Taylor walked off the stage and up the aisle so she could watch from the back of theroom.
An attractive man, wearing a fluffy white robe, walked onstage and disrobed, revealing his muscular, naked form. He slipped beneath the linens on the massage table and lay on his back. A flashy woman sauntered over, dressed in a short, black, front-zipper dress that displayed her ample cleavage. Her patent leather thigh-high boots glistened beneath the lights. As they exchanged pleasantries, she uncovered his shoulders, slicked her hands in oil, and beganmassaging.
“How’s my pressure?” she asked, stroking hisskin.
“The harder, thebetter.”
She peeled back the sheet so she could massage his chest. “Your muscles are supertense.”
“Mmm, that feels great,” hesaid.
As she leaned over him, her breasts spilled from the dress. “What about this? Is thisokay?”
“Definitely.”
“If you’re interested, I offer a different type ofmassage.”
“Howso?”
“Istartwith a happy ending so you can be more relaxed for the rest of themassage.”
“Baby, that soundsperfect.”
She massaged his groin over the linens until his cock tented the sheet. “Feels fantastic,” he said, and released a long, deepgroan.
She pulled a foil packet from her pocket, slowly unzipped her dress, and let the garment drop to thefloor.
“Wow,” he said, eyeing her nakedbody.
After tossing off the blanket, she mounted him, and rolled the condom over his jutting erection. Then, she coated her hands in more lubricant and massaged his cock. Up and down with slow, tantalizing strokes. With a gleam in her eyes, she placed him at her opening and took himinside.
