“Room service?” she said, her tone more curt and professional. I realized she was one the phone again. “Yes, can I please get you to send up your special for dinner tonight? Uh, about nine P.M. Okay, thank you.”#p#分页标题#e#
She was ordering dinner for later on, probably wanting to make sure she pre-ordered the special before we ran out of the fresh rock lobster we were serving for dinner in the main hotel restaurant.
Oh, she was gonna get a ‘special’, all right.
I backed away from the door as quietly as possible, sneaking back into my own room with a devilish smile plastered on my face. My night was looking up; not just because of the booze and strippers, but because I had a very fun room delivery planned for Aurora Villanueva…
***
It was only a few hours later that I found a bare-chested, very busty and very friendly girl sitting in my lap, grinding against my cock.
“Come on, Finn,” she purred, her voice seductive and flirty as she twisted on my lap, trying to grab my attention. She couldn’t quite get me to commit to the lap dance she was busily performing, as my eyes kept drifting towards the door of my suite.
I was a fool.
Here was a gorgeous woman, sexy as fuck and ready to do anything and everything I asked of her….but I wasn’t asking, and I wasn’t going to. Judging by the wetness of the crotch she currently had pressed against my groin, I figured she was much more turned on than I was.
“Sorry, I can’t,” I grunted, pushing her off my lap. She pouted, but I couldn’t have cared less. I walked away, my steps slightly woozy as I made my way across the room.
The room was loud and boisterous, male voices cheering for the group of strippers someone had had the great idea of hiring. My head was fuzzy with the noise, and I needed to get out of here, fast, otherwise my head would explode.
As I made my way through the room, several of my buddies high-fived me and patted me on the back. I grinned and returned the happy cheers, though truth be told, I really wasn’t feeling the party. I was exhausted, and what was worse…all I could think about was Rory.
I got closer to the front door of my suite, and only when I was a foot or so away did I hear someone frantically knocking on it, like they were about to tear it down. I managed to stumble over before flinging the door wide open. The knocking ceased right away, and I looked down into a pair of familiar, warm and soft brown eyes. Only they weren’t particularly warm or soft right now; instead, they were blazing with angry fire.
Rory.
She barged past me and stomped into the main room, glaring at everyone in there. The thumping music spilled into the hallway, and I quickly closed the door after her to make sure we didn’t disturb anyone else.
A slow grin spread across my face as I watched Rory, checking out every inch of her. She’d obviously just come home from somewhere. She was wearing a white top and a black pair of leggings that looked a lot like leather, and my eyes widened, taking in her pert rounded ass in those pants. Those things definitely needed to be illegal. I could already feel my cock stirring in my jeans.
“What the hell is going on here?” Rory yelled at the top of her voice.
Someone turned down the stereo and we all stared at her in the middle of the room. For such a tiny person, she sure knew how to own a room and make everyone listen to her.
“You’re making so much noise!” she said, stamping her foot down. “Is this supposed to be some sort of party?”
For a moment longer, a deathly silence ruled the room, but then a round of loud cheers erupted. The music came back on, and my friend Brett threw Rory over his shoulder as she shrieked in horror.
What the hell was going on here?
My eyes landed on Rory’s ass in those tight leather pants again, and the rest of the girls in the room gave each other confused looks as Brett placed Rory on Brian the bachelor’s lap. It was then that it dawned on me. My friends thought Rory was another stripper, doing some sort of bad cop routine by coming in here and yelling.#p#分页标题#e#
Holy fuck.
I could barely stifle my laughter as I made my way over to break the catastrophe up, just in time to see Brian struggling free. “I can’t, guys,” he said, laughing and shaking his head. “Celia would have my balls for breakfast if she found out!”
His eyes landed on me and I could almost see the cogs in his head turning. “Hey, make her do a lap dance for Finn! He looks like he could use some cheering up today.”
Everyone cheered as Rory and I exchanged looks of absolute, pure horror. I was quickly pushed down on a velvet loveseat, and Brett carried Rory over, placing her directly in front of me. She was fidgeting, nervous and scared.