I stayed for a while, just sipping some wine and talking to a few people. I decided to call it a night and when I flipped the lights in my room on, I was surprised to see the sheets move and a beauty woke up. Temple!
“I hope you don’t mind, I got off and was tired. I wasn’t sure when you would be coming back.”
I started stripping off my clothes, looking at my little present. She didn’t say a word. I am nowhere near as striking at Beth, but in my own way, I am attractive, at least that’s what everyone I have ever been with has told me. I am short, quiet, blonde (Okay, so it’s a lighter blonde than my natural color, but I am a blonde), small A-cup breasts, slightly larger hips, and slim muscular legs. I am a runner and it shows. Temple watched me, and while she wasn’t overwhelmed, I could feel her appetite from across the room. Throwing my quiet ways to the side, I ran across the room and leaped for the bed. Temple squealed as I hit next to her and then we both started cracking up.
“I thought you would have the brunette with you?”
I really started laughing and told her what happened.
“Really? Oh, that’s incredible.”
She purred at my words and started touching me in nice ways. Her skin looked even darker against my paleness, the dresser mirror showed us intertwining together. She tasted of cinnamon, her skin warm and smooth, I pushed her on her belly and started exploring her. Strong upper body, it must be from her work. Her back was so sexy, and I tasted my way down as she started purring some more. The small of her back showed her skinny waist, but her hips were like mine, slightly larger than her chest measurements. Her ass was a delightfully firm bubble, and she turned out to be very ticklish. Having her squirm was so nice! I was getting more turned on by the moment. Her legs were a nice delight, heavier than my running sticks, but nicely muscled. She spread her legs wide and her warm spicy scent washed over me.
Turning her over and I got to explore a whole new world. Her belly was nicely shaped, and ticking her ribs drove her crazy. Her breasts were not much larger than mine, and heavier, the dark nipples looked so great wet from my tongue. Pressing against her, we kissed and our bodies came together like we had made love many times before. Again her taste was delightful and I was getting ready to do some serious taste testing when the phone rang.
I was tempted to ignore it, but it struck me, Beth didn’t have a key and she might not even know the room number. I was right.
“Trace, where the fuck are you?”
She sounded ticked off, but something was off-kilter. I told her the room number and waited until I heard her knock.
“The least you could have done was give me a…” She saw Temple and smiled broadly. “So take out for dinner?”
I crawled back in and left my Beth standing at the foot of the bed. “So…?”
“So, what?”
“Tell me about it.” I snuggled with Temple, knowing how hot we looked.
Beth stood there for a minute. Her outfit was certainly the worse for wear, I didn’t think that metallic material would crinkle like that, but she certainly looked well handled. Her hair was a wreck and partially plastered down. She looked well fucked, and sexy as hell!
“Is this part of it all?”
“It is now!”
She looked at me and didn’t seem angry, just a bit puzzled. “You know I should be totally pissed off at you.”
“But you aren’t.”
“No, but I should be. You fucking sold me!”
“I know, and my guess is you had fun anyway.” Temple snuggled to my breast and started suckling like a little baby.
Beth watched and sat on the corner of the bed.
“Hey back off, you already had your fun. Aren’t you all fucked out?”
“Hell no, the bitches you sent me too had to kick my ass out, something about a time limit. Before I tell you about it, how much did you sell me for?”
“Look for yourself, the envelope is in my purse.”
“She looked in and pulled out two envelopes.”
“Which one?”
“Oh, I forgot. You have another appointment in fifteen minutes. Room 4515.”
“WHAT!!”
I just looked at her as her anger flared up, then she dampened it most dangerously.
“Just knock three times. We’ll still be here when you get back. They only wanted you for an hour.”
“Tracey, if I didn’t love you I would kick your ass.”
“I know you do, and I also know you had a good time, even if you didn’t like how it all happened.”
“Who is this next lady?”
“You’ll see, get your ass changed, that outfit is a wreck. Open the big bag and pull out the first box. Go get changed in the bathroom and fix your hair and make-up. You can fashion show for us before you head over. And trust me; you don’t want to be late.”
She looked hard at me and took her box into the bath.
Temple was begging for my attention, but I quieted her down, “Wait until you see this outfit.”
Beth came out with a look of amazement on her face. Her hair was brushed out with a little spray for the body. She used the dark make-up I put into the box and it made her look downright dangerous. Add the black leather, front buckled leather bustier, and matching leather schoolgirl skirt. Dark stockings and black boots completed her little ensemble. You just have no idea how hot she looked, I wish I had my camera.
Temple was speechless and I was smiling with a peculiar kind of pride. She snatched the room key off the nightstand and walked out knowing we were watching her every move.
Temple and I looked at each other, we are amazed. “Wow!” was all either of us could say. Just as Temple and I started getting comfortable again, the fucking phone rang again.
“Miss, its Sharon Petersen!”
“Yes, what can I do for you?”
“I am right outside your door, may I come in?”
“Now is not a good time.”
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”
“Okay, just give me a minute.”
I hung up the phone, “The hotel manager is outside. She wants to speak to me.”
Temple paled, which surprised the hell out of me. “She’ll fire my ass if she catches me. Oh shit, she must know I am here! I am so freaking dead.”
“Calm down, just hide out in the bathroom while I get rid of her. Quickly, what kind of a person is she?”
“She’s a great boss, and all the people who work here love her. But she is also a hard boss, and I broke a shitload of rules by even accepting your card key, let alone actually coming up here. She’s going fry my ass, and I deserve it.”
“Go hide, baby, she’ll never know you are here!”
As Temple hit the bathroom and killed the light, I opened the door, naked as the day I was born. Sharon Petersen interrupted my loving, and damn if I was going to cover-up for her right now. If me naked makes her uncomfortable, then she’ll get her own ass out of the way so I can get back to Temple’s.
“Come in.”
She looked at me, a nice once over from my toes to my face. Then she got her manager’s face on and came in like I was fully dressed.
“Miss…”
“Just Tracey will do fine.”
“Tracey, I know what your ‘friend’ is up to, and you have to leave the hotel before I have to call the police.”
She was shocked when I started cracking up.
“Look someone saw that couple paying you for your friend and overheard the whole conversation. Don’t bother denying it; just get your ass out of my hotel.”
“It really isn’t what you think.”
“Yeah right. I thought…” She visibly clamped down on her mouth.
“Look, Sharon, the envelope the lady gave me is right there on the nightstand. Go look at it.”
As she went over on the nightstand, she picked up both envelopes. “Business is good, I see.”
I sat on the bed, right behind her. “Open the envelope before you say anything else.”
Sharon was a very attractive woman, and the fact she came herself told me a great deal about her character. I think I just dodged a bullet that I never even considered. Any other hotel manager probably would have called the cops already.
She opened the first envelope. “Newspaper, cut like money? What the hell?”
“Sharon, I am pulling a huge practical joke on my girlfriend. She thinks I am selling her body, when in fact the ladies in question are friends of friends and when we are done, we will reveal all and make her feel pretty weird.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Yes, I do. Do you know what room number she was in earlier?”
“Yes, one of the staff told me she got rudely pushed out into the hallway, looked pretty messed up.”
“Call them if you want.”
“Where is she now?”
“At another ‘date'”
“I don’t believe this. If you were my girlfriend I would kill you.”
I swung my legs off the bed and placed one on each side of her. She turned and looked at me.
“Believe me, if you and I had a relationship like Beth and me, you would be ‘tricking’ from room to room right now yourself. She had me tricked into becoming a stripper a few months ago.”
“Now I would pay money to see that, although I doubt there would be much more to see than I can right now.” Her eyes took me in again, slower this time. I was thrilled. Sharon was so much like one of my first lovers, older, more experienced, and very attractive. Her no-nonsense attitude really took me back.
She looked really hesitant, and I know she was still working. I think I was just too horny to be circumspect. But the brain was engaged enough to offer her the choice.
Running my hands quickly up her legs, I said, “I really have to go pee, so you can both strip nice and naked and get into my bed or you can head back to work and dream of me the rest of the night masturbating while thinking of you. Or if you really think I am pulling a fast one, go ahead and call the cops.”
She shivered at my touch so I knew the cops weren’t on the agenda. I went into the bathroom and confronted an incredulous Temple.
Whispering furiously, “Are you nuts? She’ll kill me if she catches me in here.”
“Do you really like her?”
“Yes, but this is…”
“Do you want her?”
“OMG, you are serious!”
“After the lights go out, slip out of the bathroom and join us on the bed. She won’t have a clue as long as you keep quiet. If she decided to leave, no loss, but if she stays you get to make love with her and I get you both. She doesn’t ever have to know.”
I could tell she liked the idea but was very nervous. “I thought I would get the two of you when I came up here, not one of my bosses.”
I leaned over and kissed her, she was still very much excited. “You know what I want, and I will leave it to you whether or not you ever decide to tell her.”
“Oh fuck, Okay flush the fucking toilet and get back out there before she comes in here looking for you.”
“I meant what I said about having to pee.” On that note, I did another uncharacteristic thing and sat on the toilet and let go. Temple was shocked into stillness and actually watched me pee. I am not into water sports, but the act had a certain eroticism that surprised me. Temple was speechless one more time, and she watched wide-eyed as I cleaned myself up and even used a washcloth briefly. One last kiss and I headed out to my bed in hopes of finding it occupied.
Damnation, Sharon was still standing by the bed, fully clothed. I walked up to her and slid around her, touching her lightly as I sat back on the bed. “Obviously you thought of another option.”
“Listen, Tracey, I would love to spend the rest of the night in your bed, but I have to work and I just couldn’t walk out of here like that.”
“You are sweet as well as sexy.” My hands found her legs again.
She touched my face. “I don’t want to get in the middle of any games you are playing with your girlfriend.”
“Sharon, I love Beth with all my heart, but we both have no problem with lots of playing and plenty of sex. She could walk in right now and she would only be surprised by two things. If I was actually alone in bed, or if you still had your clothes on. I stood and with her heels, my head came just to the middle of her cheek. I hugged her close and her arms felt so nice and strong around me.
“Tracey, I can’t! If the staff thought for a second I violated my own rules, I couldn’t run this place properly.”
“Then you need to go, but make sure you take my phone number with you and call me after this weekend. On the other hand, I also think you need to give yourself a break. I think your staff probably thinks the world of you and wouldn’t complain if they realized you were also human.”
“Maybe, but I have to be who I am.” Her arms hugged me close and we kissed. “Sorry to leave you all alone.”
“Oh don’t worry about that. I have someone else stashed in the bathroom, and Beth is due back shortly.”
“Someone is in your bathroom?” She asked in shock.
“Yea, but she’s shy. She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s into girls so you would have met her once the lights were turned off. You would have made love with her and never knew her name or her face.”
“Do you know how exciting that is?”
“I know precisely how exciting that is. Beth has done that one to me before.” The room door opened and, speak of the devil, Beth came in certainly looking worse for wear.
I can’t believe she walked through the halls of the hotel looking like that. Her buckled top was completely unbuckled, showing off her breasts proudly. Her leather skirt was pulled up and twisted. I wondered if her ‘clients’ had even let her take it off. Forget the makeup; it was a lost cause, scrubbed completely off by whatever she had been up to. Her hair was a matted mess. She looked like she had been fucked for days!
She stared at Sharon. “What is this Grand Central Station? Where is…”
My eyes opened in alarm and Beth, knowing me so well, didn’t name Temple.
“She’s in the bathroom.”
“Are you,” looking at Sharon, “coming or going?”
“I was just leaving. Are you Okay?”
“That depends if my little pimp there has any more surprises for me tonight.”
I laughed at her and said, “No, no more offers at the moment. We will have to see about tomorrow.”
Sharon disentangled herself from me. She walked over to my Beth and touched her face. “I think you will get all the business you need tomorrow.” She turned back to me. “Consider my offer!”
Sharon went from almost having me arrested to being a willing participant, or at least a partial one.
Beth looked at me a little scared.
“She runs a string of girls that service the hotel regularly; she was offering you a permanent position. I told her I would think about it.”
On that note, Sharon left and at the door flashed me a brilliant smile from behind Beth as Beth fell further into confusion. I almost returned the smile, but that would have made Beth suspicious.
Beth eyed the bed. “I hope you are all fucked out because I am so damn tired right now and doubt I could summon the energy to do anything.” She made a move towards the bed when I stopped her.
“Shower first, you reek!”
“I should, I ate eight cunts tonight, and the bitches in that last room didn’t even want me to touch myself. My jaw hurts and I feel filthy.”
She sounded mad, but she really wasn’t. It sounded like the girls used her well. I wanted a full report but didn’t want to push the issue. Tomorrow morning would be soon enough.
“Go get a shower, make it a long hot one and send Temple out here.”
“What’s the problem with Temple and the lady?”
“She’s also a hotel manager and might have fired her.”
“Wait a minute, she’s a pimp and would fire Temple?”
“Temple isn’t working for her in that regard.”
“What a fucked-up world. Fine, let me get a shower and I will leave you and Temple some privacy. Where are my sleep shorts?”
I smiled a deep smirk.
“You forgot them? You know I hate sleeping naked.”
“Sorry, I only had room for so much.”
“You spent a ton of money on these outfits. I know how much this leather skirt costs, and you didn’t even bother with something to sleep in. Fine, where are your large tees, I’ll wear one of those.”
“Nope, naked, dear heart, I want to wake up next to your naked body.” I smiled at her as she huffed off to the bathroom and a shower she needed pretty desperately.
Temple came out, her eyes were wide open. “She looks…”
“I know, but don’t say anything.”
She snickered. Her turn to fly onto the bed and she cuddled so sweetly. I held her close; my hands couldn’t stop stroking her smooth back. “Your girlfriend-my boss-a practical joke-the cops, how do you do it all?”
I stroked her hair, her thick, short hair, and just held her as we waited for Beth.
Beth came out and studied us. Without a word, she tugged the sheet over us and cuddled on Temple’s other side and promptly fell asleep. Temple drifted off and finally so did I. What a delightfully insane day!
I woke to the phone and sunlight in the face. I hate early phone calls, and I never did close the curtains. If anyone had peeked in, they would have seen some flesh, but damn little action, something my body told me I wasn’t going to get away with today.
Beth was still out of it as I picked up the phone. Cary clucked in my ear about the time. Damn, I overslept. “Okay, fifteen minutes.”
I swatted Beth’s gorgeous ass. “Come on you slut, you have a breakfast appointment in fifteen minutes.”
Beth rolled over reluctantly. I stared at her. She always looks so yummy in the mornings. Even though she doesn’t really like morning sex, I love the taste of her skin in the mornings and love nothing more than to wake her up with a screeching orgasm. Nothing gets my blood flowing better. She preferred to wait until after a shower and at least one cup of coffee. She looked so incredible laying there. She lifted one knee and the sheet flowed off her leg, showing me a hint of sweetness. Her eyes opened slowly as they almost held me in focus.
I grabbed her foot and tugged. “Come on, baby, times-a-wasting and you have a busy morning.”
“Wha…?”
I picked up my watch from the nightstand and looked at it. I didn’t dare look at her again as she entered into a slow stretch that I swear she had patented to drive me insane. “You have fouteen minutes to get ready before your escort gets here.”
Her eyes jumped into focus and she glared at me. “What the hell were you doing last night, auctioning me off?”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea.”
She threw a pillow at me and I looked at my watch again purposefully. “You are fucking serious?”
“Go shower, I’ll pick out an outfit for you.”
“I don’t know if I can stand any more of your outfits.”
I made a shooing motion and when she got into gear I laid out what I thought was the sexiest outfit yet. A long-sleeved, white, almost sheer leotard, a lacy quarter-cup bra, and a matching miniskirt, white open-toes, and a lace strip for her hair.
She came out after a quick shower and took one look on the bed at the clothes.
“Oh Tracey, that is so beautiful and so sexy.” She tossed two towels in opposite directions and asked me to help her put it on. The bra fit just right and provided just enough support with a little push-up. She pressed the soft lace into her breasts and shivered. A thin white thong, and helping her get the leotard arranged just right left me in heat. It felt so sexy on her skin. The skirt gave her just enough coverage not to be indecent, but no one looking at her would think about anything but sex. The leotard was more translucent than transparent and her coloring made it look barely there. The lace strip for her dark hair complimented her perfectly. Five minutes of make-up to accentuate and contrast her coloring and she looked like an angel; no, she looked like an angel’s wet dream. I could picture a host of angels thinking about her in this outfit and being instantly banished for carnal thoughts.
She took my breath away. She was so sexy, so hot, not slutty, but certainly hotter than I have ever seen her. She stood there admiring herself in the mirror.
“Kitten and other girls at the club would kill for this outfit. How much did you spend? You shouldn’t have done this, this is so sexy!”
Then reality struck with a knock on the door. I went and let in the ‘client’.
“Wow, she’s even sexier in the morning than she was on the dance floor!”
Cary looked Beth up and down like a cowboy eyeing a prize bull; Beth blushed but didn’t move an inch. She knew damn well how good she looked in that outfit!
Cary was the type of woman that Beth is always attracted to. She was tall, built more solidly than Beth or I, and in great shape. She looked a lot like one of those WWF bitches, except if Cary decided the wrestle you around, you were going to feel it for a long time!
Cary stepped close and cupped Beth’s breasts briefly. “How can you stand to let her out of your sight? She’s amazing.” Beth bridled a little at being spoken about in the third person.
“Just have her back before lunch and we will all be happy!”
Beth glared a little at me, and to teach me a lesson, she went to kiss her ‘client’.
Cary pulled back, restraining Beth with a hand to her chest. “Whoa, girl, no one gave you the okay to get too familiar.”
She turned to me. “Your little filly needs to learn a few manners.”
I smiled a little evilly, “Until lunch, she’s your filly.”
Cary laughed a laugh that made Beth pale. With a hand on her neck, she propelled toward the door. As it closed behind them I was pumping my fist in the air.
Shower and a trip to the dining room for breakfast were on my agenda. Several of my other cohorts were there and knowing Beth would be ‘tied’ up, we had a nice morning chat. About ten or so I decided this was my vacation too and headed to the pool in my black bikini. Some sun on this glorious morning was just within my plans.
The hotel might have had mostly women, but there were a few guys and one was swimming laps. Two girls near me were commenting on his body. I laid there with my sunglasses on doing some serious girl-watching of my own. After an hour in the sun, I did a mile and drew a few nice glances as I climbed out of the pool. A lovely lady was doing what I was doing, watching people and her head turned slightly in my direction. I smiled at her and she raised her glass to me. I pulled a lounger over next to her and we spent a pleasant morning chatting. I walked her back to her room and got in a few kisses before she broke the bad news and that she was there with her husband and he was presenting a seminar that morning at the conference. Oh well, I wasn’t looking for any male involvement, so I teased her with another kiss and headed back to my room. This might be my vacation, but my poor little pussy was practically crying for some attention.
I swung through the dining room and got a pitcher of ice tea to take back to the room, including a couple of tall glasses. Hotel room drinking glasses are for the birds!
I just sat down when Cary brought Beth-love back to me and I might have swum a mile, she looked like she had run a marathon! She was in a hotel robe, Cary carried the outfit back. “We didn’t want to mess this up.”
Beth headed to the loo.
“We, I thought you were solo?”
“Well, in the club last night I found a couple of kindred souls and they helped me make it a morning Beth won’t soon forget.”
“Oh, wonderful!”
“I know, and the girls offered to re-pay me for what Beth cost. I could have made a profit.”
I raised an eyebrow.”
“No, I didn’t. If real money ever changed hands this would go from a practical joke to a real crime.”
“Not so loud, she might hear you.”
“If she’s not asleep standing there in the shower, then I am certainly losing my touch. Give her another minute and check on her.”
Cary gave me a toe-curler of a kiss and left. Oh, I felt so good!
Cary was right, Beth was standing, more leaning on the shower wall, letting it hold her up.
“Baby, what the hell happened?”
She shook herself! “Do you remember that time we played with the Sybian?”
“Oh yea, we got real silly with that toy.”
“Well, I think I just met human Sybians. Cary is totally incredible; you would expect after an hour of pounding the hell out of me she might be getting tired. She orgasms without missing a beat with a strap-on! And her friend, Susan, is addicted to oral sex, more than you are! I can’t count how many times they took me over… not to mention their other two friends whose names escape me. Where did you find these people?”
“Hey, they found you; they just made me an offer!”
Beth sobered up on that note. She stepped out of the shower and followed me into the room, dripping on the carpet. “Yea, about that. Trace, I am not a whore. Give the money back.”
She pleaded with her eyes.
“What, are you crazy?”
“No, I’m serious. Give the money back, tell them it was a joke, a fantasy, anything, but don’t make me a cheap whore.”
“Oh, you certainly aren’t cheap,” I said, aiming for a laugh that fell flat.
“You didn’t argue the whore part.”
“Beth, you aren’t a whore.”
“What the fuck do you think you were doing selling me for sex? Those ladies paid you. What does that make me? Damn Trace, what does it make you?” Beth was in tears.
I looked at her, really looked at her. She was so sexy looking, so vulnerable, so earnest. I went over to my purse and pulled out the envelopes.
“You want me to give them back?”
“Please, Trace …”
I stopped her. “You know you didn’t have to have sex with these women. That was your choice.”
“Fine, so I am a slut, we both knew that. Half this fucking hotel knows it. The biddies that look down their noses to me, the ones who offer money, hell even the pimp managing the place know I am a slut. So I’m a slut, but I can’t be a whore, and you are turning me into one.”
“You mean you hated it.”
“No, baby, I love sex, always have and I hope I always will. But a whore, I can’t do this.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Another client?” Beth asked with a nasty snarl.
“I’m not sure who it is.”
It was Sharon Peterson, the manager.
“I’ve been getting some serious complaints. If you are going to keep up your activities, you have to dress a little less provocatively in the halls. I can’t cover you any longer.”
“She wants to stop and give back all the money.”
“What? Is she nuts?”
“No, she’s serious.” Sharon looked at me and I nodded.
“You two better quit talking about me like I’m not here.”
“Well you can return your share, but I still want my cut.”
Beth looked back and forth between us like we were insane.”
“Your cut huh, exactly what was that?”
Sharon grabbed one envelope and opened it. As the newspaper started spilling out she said, “I get all the ones with comic strips on them.”
Beth stared at the falling paper, unable to believe her eyes. I opened a second and a third envelope and added the paper to the pile, more newsprint.”
Her eyes got huge and she fell to her knees.
“YOU! You set me up. You!”
I fell back on the bed laughing my ass off. Beth jumped up looking shocked, indignant, and sexy as hell. “How could you, how did you? Who…” She looked at Sharon. “You were in on this?”
Sharon was laughing too. “Not me, it was all your girlfriend here. I found out last night and just let the ball roll. I came in to slow things down because some of our more straight clients were planning to call the cops on you.”
I was laughing so hard my eyes were tearing and my sides hurt.
“So who were all those girls?”
“F… f… friends of Kits and some others. They were all in on it. And several more groups, about thirty ladies in all. Some are going to be annoyed that we broke the news so soon. In fact, there is a group of ten planning to use you as a dining room table for their lunch.”
Beth started laughing! “Do you have any idea how I felt?”
“Like me getting naked while tied up on stage?”
Beth came over to me and threw a handful of paper on me. I was still laughing so hard it hurt.
“My straight-as-an-arrow girlfriend, who can’t play poker worth a damn, and who shocks me by how conventional she thinks came up with THIS? Who helped you?”
I calmed down a little. “Sorry baby, the idea was mine. Jess helped with your outfits, Kitten and a few other girls at the club helped me round up some talent unknown to you. The hotel having this female weekend thing was really just luck. But this one is all mine!”
“You are amazing, you bitch!”
I stood up as regally as I could. “I am not a bitch, I am the Queen Bytch and you will do well to remember it, my little slut!”
She smiled at me and then got this devilish grin. “Oh you got me alright, but just wait until I have you in my clutches again. You are dead meat!”
Sharon smiled the interplay between us. “Oh, yea, Temple says hello.”
“What?”
“I told her to not spend so much time giving personal service to the guests.”
“When did you tell her this, and why? Is she in trouble?”
“I told her that first thing this morning as she was waking up in my bed.”
“What? When did this happen?”
“I have been lusting after that lovely girl for months, knowing I can’t have her. Did you think I could miss her scent in your bed the other night? I was waiting for her when she tried to sneak out. We had a long ‘conversation’ and she’s agreed to not do anything that will make me fire her.”
“In your bed?”
“Of course, I am not as open as you two and I expect my lovers to have some semblance of faithfulness with me.”
“Well, congrats to you both. When can we see her again?”
“She’s on tonight, 4PM. I told her to reserve one of the small private rooms for you and your friends. She and the waitress from the club, Sherrie, will take care of all of you–as servers, nothing more. Unlike some silly ass rumor, I am not pimping the girls who work for me. I have no idea how these things get started.”
“Sharon, can you come to our dinner as well?” I asked.
“I’ll be there for a little while. This place still requires a firm hand. You ladies be nice to Temple and her friend, or I’m sure I will be hearing about it. And quit the ‘I Just Got the Hell Fucked Out Of Me’ look in my halls.”
She kissed me and Beth and headed out.
Beth looked at me in a way that made me shiver.
Epilogue: So things didn’t work out as planned, instead of whoring her for three days I barely got a full twenty-four hours out of it. It got complicated quickly and while the cops would have been a problem, I couldn’t stand the hurt in my Beth’s face. I know the next bet might see me in dire straits, but I know my Beth!
