Jen picked up her suitcase and stepped off the airport bus into the cool, grey air of London. She wandered along the busy city streets, and walked past a smart hotel, wishing that she could afford to stay there. It was a historic building, with men in uniforms opening the doors, and chandeliers in the lobby. She grinned as she recalled a smutty story she had read at an erotic stories site about a girl who got to stay in a swish hotel without paying. She looked in through the doorway, thinking of that crazy story. Could she do it? She felt a tingling between her legs at the thought.
It was worth a try. With her heart pounding, she nodded at the doorman as he opened the door for her and strode confidently through the doors into the spacious hotel lobby. It was beautiful. Marble pillars. Vases of exotic lilies perfuming the air. To the left was the hotel reception desk, so she kept well clear of that. Opposite was the bar, and next to that was the ladies bathroom. She quickly went in there and looked at herself in the mirror. Oh dear. She wasn’t looking so great after the long journey. She peeled off her sweaty T-shirt and stuffed it away in her suitcase, rummaging around to find something suitable. Her little black top would match her bra, and with its low cut and the thin shoulder straps, it left a lot of her smooth flesh exposed. She replaced the leggings she was wearing with a long, loose skirt. She loosened her hair, and put on a little lipstick and a splash of the hotel’s luxurious branded perfume.
After checking her appearance in the mirror, she plucked up her courage, went out into the lobby again and turned into the bar area, feeling a little awkward, still towing her suitcase. There were some couples sitting together, and some groups of men in suits. Two girls sat alone, perched on stools at the bar, in very revealing dresses, make-up and heels. Jen glanced down at her sneakers. She tucked the suitcase away in a corner and sat down on one of the bar stools.
“Well, hello there!” said a deep voice, with a posh British accent. Jen jumped. She hadn’t seen him coming. He was tall and slim and good-looking, wearing a suit. He had brown, greying hair, warm eyes and a strong jaw-line.
“Oh, um, hello,” she said, nervously.
“I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before,” he said, smiling at her. “Can I get you a drink?” And without waiting for her to answer, he called out an order to the barmaid.
She looked at him, but his eyes were aiming lower. The revealing little black top seemed to be working its magic. “Oh, thank you, that looks great,” she said as a colourful cocktail appeared. She took a large gulp, hoping that the alcohol would help to calm her nerves.
“I’m Jen,” she said, smiling nervously. He took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t tell her his name, and she didn’t feel the need to ask.
“Jen, what a pretty name,” he said, his eyes still roving over her smooth, dusky skin. “Are you from New York perhaps? I can’t quite place that accent.”
“Boston, actually,” she said, taking another swig of the fruity but strong cocktail.
He leaned close to her ear. “Okay gorgeous, how much? All night.”
She nearly choked on her drink. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected things to move so fast.
“Oh, no, I’m not a… I don’t want…” she stammered nervously, blushing. “To be honest, I just really need somewhere to stay tonight.” She could have kicked herself as she realised that she could have asked for, what, a hundred pounds? Two hundred? What was the going rate? She took another large mouthful of her drink.
He gave her a big grin. “Well, my dear, what a lucky coincidence! You need somewhere to stay tonight, and I just happen to have a lovely hotel room here, paid for by my company, with a big double bed in it, and nobody to share it with! Would you like to come up and see my room?” He stared at her tits again and licked his lips.
“Oh, that’s very kind of you sir. Umm, I could really use a shower. And could I dump my stuff?” She looked at the suitcase, awkwardly parked against the wall.
“Let’s go,” he said, finishing his drink and picking up her heavy suitcase. “Follow me.”
She followed him as he went out into the lobby and over to the lifts, her heart pounding nervously. She was going up to a hotel room with a man she had met literally three minutes ago. Was this wise? What should she expect? Would he push her to the floor and force himself inside her as soon as they got to the room? In the lift, he grabbed her and pulled her close. His strong hands held her ass firmly and he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. A thrilling twinge shot through her as she felt his cock pressing against her.
He let her into the room and to her surprise – and almost, disappointment – he didn’t leap on her immediately. She looked around the spacious room in amazement. There was a soft carpet, a very large bed, a big, shiny bathroom. A leather-topped desk, a minibar and a bowl of fruit. And a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a door leading out to a balcony. She had never stayed anywhere like this. She went out and clutched the balcony rail, and looked down at the spectacular view over the city. She could see the river, the Shard, St Paul’s Cathedral, things familiar from pictures.
Jen felt him behind her. His hands covered hers on the balcony rail and he pressed up against her, pinning her against the waist-high rail fifteen floors above the ground. She gasped. She could feel him against her ass, growing and hardening. “Enjoying the view?” he said. “Me too!” He kissed her shoulder, nudging the thin strap sideways with his lips to get a better look down inside her top.
She realised it was time for her to start to earn her keep. But she didn’t know how it worked. Should she take the initiative or wait for him to show her what he wanted? She knew she would have to get it right. Fortunately, the alcohol from the drink was getting through and she was starting to get more relaxed about it. She was also getting wet. This guy was hot, even though he was quite a bit older than her. And she loved that British accent.
He relaxed his hold on one of her hands and led her back into the room with the other. He slid his jacket off and threw it on the bed.
“Take your top off and get down on your knees,” he said. Jen was relieved. She liked being told what to do, within reason, and she knew how to suck cock.
She knelt down on the thick carpet and licked her lips as she looked at the tightly stretched fabric in front of her face. Looking up at him with her big, dark eyes, she slowly lifted up her top and pulled it right off, dropping it on the floor. She put both hands on his thighs, feeling his lean muscles against her fingers, then slid them up to find his trouser button and zip, almost bursting open with the pressure from inside. She released him and gasped as his cock shot out through the gap in his white boxer shorts. It was straight and hard and uncut.
“Mmm, it’s beautiful, sir,” she said, wrapping her hand around the lower half. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, using her lips to push down his thin layer of white skin and expose the darker head beneath. She pressed her tongue against him, listening as he moaned, to learn what pleased him most. Her mouth opened and she sucked his head in, working her lips around him, then drawing him deeper into her mouth.
His hands went to the back of her head, guiding her closer and downwards. He coiled his fingers through her hair, holding her tight. “Ahhh! Yes! That’s what I needed. Lips and tongue. Nice and firm. Don’t rush it. Good girl. What did you say your name was? Shit, I forgot. Jane? No. Something like that.”
She couldn’t answer the question, as her mouth was stuffed full of cock and his grip on her hair held her there, but she managed to make a negative “mm-mmh” noise and shake her head slightly.
“Jan? Julie? Jen?”
“Mmmmm!” As he finally got her name right, she rewarded him with a strong high-pitched hum vibrating through his cock and a rapid nodding of her head, so her tongue rubbed up and down the sensitive underside of his shaft.
“Urrrgh, yes, I’m going to come,” he gasped. He hardly needed to announce it. She could feel him tensing up and hear his breathing quicken. “Swallow it!” She looked up into his screwed-up face, eagerly waiting for it.
She felt him jerk strongly in her mouth, and then a split-second later she tasted his first spurt of hot cum across her tongue. She swallowed again and again as he unloaded into her mouth until at last, she felt him relax and soften slightly. He pulled out of her mouth and she stood up, opened wide like she’d seen girls do in porn videos, letting him see it coating her tongue, before swallowing the last drop.
Her pussy lips and panties were quite damp. She wanted him to touch her, or lick her. “Ooh, I’m so wet,” she said softly.
“Well, you’ll have to wait till later,” he said, teasingly. “We’re going out for dinner.”
“I really need a shower, after my journey,” she said.
“Okay, help yourself to the shower.” He waved over to the bathroom. “But no playing with yourself, okay? Save it for later. Then we’ll go and eat. Wear a short dress. And a sexy pair of knickers.”
“Oh, I’m sorry sir, I don’t have a short dress,” she said. “Just a long one, or a long skirt like this one, or jeans. I don’t really have any very sexy panties either.”
“Hmm, Okay, I’ll get you something nice to show off that stunning figure while you’re in the shower.” His eyes ran down over her well-filled bra, her slender waist and her hips, still hidden away in the long skirt. “Let me guess. Size 10?”
“Right!” she said. He left the room and she got in the large, luxurious shower, feeling pleased that her ploy had worked and she seemed to have landed on her feet. He was a good-looking guy. She was going to spend the night with him in a big comfortable bed in a luxury hotel. He was even going to buy her a little black dress. And dinner. She would have to perform well again later to earn all that. She pampered herself with the luxurious, sweet-smelling shower gel and copious hot water. Her hands lingered over her breasts and between her legs as she wondered exactly how he would want her, but she remembered his firm instructions and resisted the temptation to touch herself.
She came out of the shower, wrapped in a big fluffy hotel towel, and rummaged through her suitcase for some clean underwear. Just then he came back into the room with a beautiful little black skater dress. She gasped. It was short, with a low neck and thin shoulder straps. She had never worn anything so sexy in her life. She wasn’t sure if her legs were up to it.
“Why don’t you lower that towel?” he said. Was that a question, or an order? She let the towel slip off her shoulders but kept it around her waist. “Mmmm, nice tits. Now turn around and drop it,” he said, more firmly this time. She turned her back to him, slowly lowered the towel, then dropped it completely. “Oh yes, what a great ass you have, Jen,” he said, in a deep, lustful voice. “Now bend over.”
This is it, thought Jen, as she leaned over the bed and parted her legs a little so that he could take her. “And beautiful pussy lips opening up for me.” She looked over her shoulder to see him gazing between her legs, and she could see him swelling up again in his pants.
“Would you like to…?” she asked hesitantly, planting her knees further apart to give him better access. She really wanted it. Her pussy was swollen and wet with her need.
“Later, gorgeous,” he said. Again she felt a little frustrated. Had she done something wrong? Or maybe he didn’t really fancy her that much, despite his flattering remarks? She had got herself quite worked up, sucking him off and now getting naked for him, but now she would have to wait. “Get dressed and we’ll go and get drinks and dinner.”
Reluctantly, she picked up her panties. “No, not those. Try these. And no bra,” he said. He produced a little white lacy thing from his pocket. She put it on. A little two-inch strip around her waist and only just enough material to cover her pussy lips in their current engorged state. He helped her put the dress on, zipping it up at the back, and kissed her gently on the back of her neck.
“That’s great, Jen, you look fabulous in that dress. There’s just one more thing I’d like you to wear,” he said. He produced a pink, egg-shaped object from his pocket.
“Umm, where am I supposed to wear that?” she asked, though she thought she knew the answer.
“Let me show you where it goes,” he said. “Lift up the front of your dress.”
She did as she was told, raising the pleated dress, and he knelt down in front of her, pulling the little strip of lacy fabric to one side. “I was wondering if we would need to get some lube for it. But it looks like that won’t be necessary!” He snuggled it up against her, coating it with her secretions, and gently eased it in. “There we go! Have you worn one of these before?”
“Oooh! No, never, that’s a new feeling,” she gasped.
She slipped on some sandals and they went down to the hotel lobby. As she walked across the floor she could feel the egg thing jiggling around inside her. She tried to keep herself clenched up so that it wouldn’t slip out.
“So what is a cute little girl like you doing over here on her own? You should be careful. Some guy might try to take advantage of you!” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, I’m just visiting England for a vacation,” she said. “Looking for some fun. I might stay a couple more days here in London. If I can find somewhere decent to stay.” Now she was the one smirking.
He led her out onto the street. It was the first time she’d been out in public in such a short dress. She felt vulnerable and exposed and noticed that a lot of guys were checking out her legs. The fabric of the dress brushed over her nipples as she walked. The egg toy in her pussy made her feel even more sexy.
He led her into a smart restaurant and ordered a bottle of French wine and something called a tasting menu. It was a long succession of tiny little delicacies, all beautifully presented. They chatted about food, wine, and holidays. As the waiter brought the fourth item, a little soup in a cocktail glass, Jen suddenly felt something tingling.
“Ah! Ah!” she gasped, unable to stop herself crying out. The thing inside her was buzzing. Almost every muscle in her body clenched up: her feet, her hands, her legs and most of all, her pussy. She tried to smother her cries. The waiter didn’t flinch. Perhaps he was used to such things. But a couple at the next table looked up.
“What? How?” she said softly, clutching for breath when the thing stopped vibrating. He grinned at her and took something out of his pocket. It looked a bit like a car key, with buttons on it. And it was the same pink colour as the egg thing in her pussy. As she stared at it, he pressed one of the buttons. She put a hand over her mouth to try to stifle her moans as the vibrations started up again.
Each time the waiters brought one of the little courses – she lost count, it must have been more than ten – she saw his hand go into his pocket and she braced herself for another pulse of vibrations. Knowing that it was coming, she could just about keep herself under control.
He leaned close to her ear, gazing down into her cleavage and whispered, “Take your knickers off.”
She almost choked on a mouthful of elderflower sorbet, and she felt a different kind of excitement shoot up between her legs. This wasn’t an ordinary date. She was effectively his whore for the night, so she could hardly refuse to obey his instructions, but it was going to be awkward in the crowded restaurant. Awkward, but such a turn-on.
Still eating with the spoon in her right hand, she tucked her legs away under the restaurant table as well as she could. Then with her left hand, she reached under the table and up under the dress, and wiggled her hips as she tugged with her fingers, slowly getting her panties off her hips. He watched her struggle and grinned.
“There! Done!” she said as at last her panties dropped off her knees and fell around her ankles. She quickly picked them up and scrunched them in her hand, hoping that nobody had noticed. But then she saw one of the waiters smirking as he cleared away their plates and brought a selection of little chocolates.
“Now give them to me.”
She put the little screwed up knickers into his big hand. He held them up to his face and sniffed. “Mmmm. I love the smell of your pussy,” he whispered, as he breathed in through the damp patch.
She nibbled on a raspberry flavoured chocolate. Did he know how he was tormenting her? Was he doing it deliberately? She felt even more sexy and exposed now, wearing the very short dress with no panties. She crossed her legs, feeling her wet pussy lips slip past each other as she moved.
“Now, in a moment we’re going to go back to the hotel and fuck,” he said. She felt her pussy twitch at such explicit talk in a public place. His strong fingers touched her bare leg under the table, creeping slowly up her thigh, under the dress. Instinctively she parted her legs and shuffled her hips forward on the chair, offering him her knickerless beaver. At last, he was going to touch her there! She tried to suppress a gasp as his finger reached her slit, finding her wet and willing.
“Seems like you’re ready for it, Jen,” he said, withdrawing his lubricated finger and then licking her juice off it. “Mmm, tastes as good as it smells.”
He paid the bill and they went back to the hotel, his arm sometimes around her waist, sometimes drifting lower to feel her up. Jen felt really turned on, walking along the street in a short dress with no underwear, the egg in her pussy vibrating from time to time, knowing that she was about to be fucked like a prostitute.
When they were alone in the hotel lift he pushed her back against the wall and put his hand up her dress, cupping her pussy, easing one long finger between her lips so it nestled along the length of her slit.
In the room, he threw his jacket onto a chair and moved behind her, unzipping the back of the dress. “Now, I’m going to take down the top half of that dress. Slowly.”
His deep, lustful voice telling her what was about to happen just made her even wetter. He nudged one of the thin straps of her little black dress off her shoulder, then the other one, exposing even more of her cleavage. She shook her hair loose so that it fell down her front. The dress fell, but her breasts were still hidden from his view by the thick waves of her hair.
“Oh you little cock-tease! Now, sit down on the bed.”
He knelt on the floor just in front of her, and parted her legs, so the dress rode up her thighs. He put his hands on her knees, looking up into her eyes. His fingers pushed her legs apart, while he leaned in and kissed the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. She could feel his teeth, touching and teasing her, but not quite biting. His mouth slowly went higher and higher, until at last, his wet lips met hers. She cried out as he sucked at her, feeling him draw the egg down out of her pussy. He eased it out of her and then licked her clit, slowly working his tongue up and down.
“Oh yes, yes, that’s what I need, don’t stop, yes I’m going to come!” she gasped.
“No, you’re not going to come until I fuck you,” he said, pulling his mouth away from her dripping wet pussy, leaving her still horny and needy. He stood up in front of her, the big bulge in his pants right in front of her face. She knew what she wanted and seconds later he was unleashed and hardening in her hand. She kissed his uncircumcised head, then licked it with her tongue. That got her a deep groan of contentment, so she did it again.
Then he tugged her hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. “Put this on for me,” he said, taking a little packet from his shirt pocket and giving it to her.
How considerate of him, Jen thought as she eagerly tore open the packet and pulled out contents. She loved the smell of the warm rubber and lube, because she knew what it meant: in just a few moments she would be getting the fuck that she had been craving all evening. She squeezed the air out of the tip and rolled the thin film all the way down over him, then started to stand up, still half wearing the little black dress that he had bought her but nothing else.
“How do you want me?” she asked, her voice trembling with desire.
Instead of answering, he sat on the edge of the bed, gripped her waist firmly in his hands and just lifted her up off the floor, pulling her towards him and raising her higher. She squealed with surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He lowered her so she sat on his thighs, the dress bunched up around her waist, then pulled her ass hard towards him, so her clit was pressed against his erect cock. She gasped and started to thrust herself against him, rubbing herself up and down his lubricated rubber-coated shaft. At last, she was getting the stimulation she so desperately needed. She humped herself against him, her breath quickening to a pant.
“Oh yes, yes, I’m gonna come!” she gasped.
“No, not yet,” he said firmly, and pushed her back away from her, leaving her frustrated pussy vigorously humping thin air. “You’re going to have to wait a little longer for that,” he said.
“Oh please, sir, let me come, I really need it! You’ve been teasing me all night!” she cried.
“The more you have to wait for it, the better it will be in the end,” he teased.
He picked her up and pulled her close to him again, but too high. She could feel his cock against her thigh, under the dress. He started to lower her onto him, agonisingly slowly, until she felt his swollen head teasing her pussy lips, where he held it, still, feeling her wetness quiver against him.
“Are you ready babe? Do you want it now? Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes yes fuck me fuck me now please!” she cried incoherently, struggling in vain to lower herself onto his cock.
“Are you sure? You really want it? All right then, since you’ve been such a good girl.”
At last, he slowly relaxed his grip on her waist, allowing her to slip lower and impale herself on his thick, hard cock, feeling it pushing deeper and deeper inside her until her lips snuggled against his balls. She rocked to and fro against him, feeling his cock change its angle inside her. She worked her clit forward, making it grind against his body at the end of each heave of her hips. She threw her head back and put her hands behind her, holding his knees, changing the angle of penetration again. “Oh yes, at last now I really am going to come!” she moaned, clenching her muscles around him.
“Not quite yet,” he said, lifting her up off his cock again. She wailed with frustration, denied her orgasm yet again.
“Oh please, please, give me that cock back now please sir!”
“We need a position where I can fuck you really hard.”
He held her in his arms and stood up off the bed, carrying her across the room to press her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him again, with the little black dress still bunched up around her waist. Now she was pinned against the wall, unable to move, while he was in control. His cock was wet with the lube from the condom and the juice from her pussy, so it slid into her smoothly as he pushed it into her with one deep thrust. He pulled back and then rammed in again, setting up a steady rhythm of long firm thrusts, each one making her cry out.
He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “Okay, Jen, you can come now,” and skewered her to the wall with one final thrust, holding it still, as far inside her as it would possibly go. That tipped her over the edge. Her thighs clamped hard around his hips and she took a deep breath and screamed as she started to come, her swollen pussy clamping repeatedly around his rigid cock as wave after wave of powerful spasms shot through her body. It was so intense that she almost blacked out.
“You too!” she gasped as she regained full consciousness a few moments later. “Come in me, please, now!”
But he pulled out of her. She felt her own cream oozing out over her thigh. “On your back on the bed, legs up,” he ordered. She eagerly obeyed, getting quickly onto the bed, raising and parting her knees, clutching at the sheets with her hands to brace herself for his onslaught. She opened up her wet, swollen pussy to welcome him inside her again, wanting to feel him come deep inside her. She was still twitching with little aftershocks. She felt his hands on her, holding her thighs and pulling them apart and up, then his cock against her pussy as he prepared to take her, brushing against her wetness.
He groaned as he pushed his cock deep inside her, his strong hands pushing her legs right up over his shoulders so that he could go even deeper. Her muscles instinctively clenched up in response to the invasion, gripping him tightly. It wasn’t going to take long. As she contracted with the shock of each thrust, she squeezed him so hard that he roared with pleasure. He was grunting and gasping and she could feel it flexing inside her. Finally, with one last hard thrust, she felt him come deep inside her, pulsing and throbbing, and then the stretching feeling eased as he gradually softened and then slid out of her.
She woke the next morning with a slightly bruised and delicate feeling between her legs. For a moment she wondered where she was, but then the intense memories of the night before came flooding back. He was already up, sitting at the desk in a white hotel robe, typing something into his laptop. She went for a shower, which helped to ease some of her aches.
“You want some breakfast in bed, gorgeous?” he asked, waving the breakfast menu in her direction, as she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Yes please,” she said. “I’m hungry after that workout last night! You order something.”
He closed up his laptop, called room service and ordered two full English breakfasts. “Fifteen minutes? Great, thanks.”
“Okay beautiful, you’ve got fifteen minutes to earn your breakfast. How about starting off with a special high-protein drink?” He lay back on the bed in the fluffy hotel robe.
She knelt beside him on the bed and opened up the robe from below, working her hands up his muscular thighs. She looked down at him and grinned. She was going to be in control this time. To make sure of that, she slid her left hand all the way up between his legs and wrapped it around his sack, gripping him firmly. She rolled his loose, heavy balls around between her fingers. He groaned at her touch and she giggled. “You like that don’t you!” she teased. She rolled her shoulders and leaned forwards, causing the towel to gradually slip off. He groaned again as he gazed up at her full, round breasts dangling before him. She leaned lower over him, opened up his robe further, and brushed her nipples against the hairs on his chest.
She watched with pleasure as he hardened. Her other hand coiled firmly around the base of his cock. She squeezed a couple of times, getting him fully erect. He was so thick that her thumb and fingers didn’t quite meet up.
She could feel his hand on her leg, tugging away the towel, stroking her thigh. And she could feel something else as well. As his hand worked its way slowly up between her thighs she realised what it was. The little egg vibrator was now snuggled against her pussy.
“Low, medium or high?” he asked, but before she could answer she felt the gentle vibrations starting. She leaned down further over him, getting a close-up view of his cock, still holding his balls firmly so that he couldn’t thrust up towards her. She reached out with her tongue and ran it slowly up from the middle of his shaft just above her hand, up to his tip, getting another moan from him. She explored all around his cock and its head with her tongue and her lips.
The buzzing pink toy was working it’s magic as he brushed it up and down her, almost but not quite touching her clit with it at the top of each stroke. There was another click and the vibrations switched up a gear.
Opening wide, she worked her mouth down over him and sucked him in, drawing him over her tongue, massaging him with her lips and stroking with her tongue as he went in deeper. She slipped her lips into the sensitive neck of his cock and ran her tongue up and down the head. She wanted to finish things off, as she wasn’t sure if the fifteen minutes was nearly up. She didn’t want the hotel staff coming in with breakfast and seeing her crouched over him with his cock in her mouth and a vibrator buzzing between her thighs.
She needn’t have worried. The rhythmical working of her lips and tongue had the required effect. The man beneath her started to grunt and shudder. He tried to thrust up further into her mouth, but she kept him under control, holding his balls firmly down on the bed. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, and then there was one strong pulse and an explosion of hot salty cum squirted across her tongue. The feel and the taste of it and the influence of the vibe made her convulse too, her legs clenching around his hand and the sex toy as she came. She swallowed quickly, gulping down each spurt as he fired it into her mouth, until at last it stopped and she felt him relax. “Oh, Jen, that was amazing” he gasped. “You earned your breakfast!”
She rolled off him and lay beside him on the bed, still swallowing the sticky stuff in her mouth, and gasping for breath after her intense climax. There was a knock on the door and she only just had time to pull the duvet up over her naked body and his before the waitress came in with the breakfast on a trolley.
After breakfast, he went to the bathroom to shower and shave, while she dressed. She knew it was time for her to leave. How could she say goodbye? Would she ever see him again? With a tear in her eye, she packed her belongings away in her suitcase, including the crumpled and stained black dress.
He emerged from the bathroom and gave her a big soft kiss. “So, did you have a good time, Jen? How was it for you?”
Reluctantly, she towed her suitcase to the door. “Oh, it was wonderful, thank you so much, Nic!” she said. “And everything happened almost exactly as in your story!”
