wants to admit.
“Well, it started out with me and two guys,” she says with a wry chuckle, “but it ended with two guys and no me. I went into the bathroom and when I came out, my boyfriend of five years was getting it up the ass by the guy we’d found on Craigslist. I came down here to get drunk. It seemed like the appropriate response.”
She waves down a waiter to get a refill of her drink and then turns back to me. “Seems like we both struck out tonight.”
“I’d say so. But things were never serious between Heather and me. I told her that from the beginning. She … chose to ignore that warning. But honey, to date a guy for five years … that’s rough.” I reach across the table and pick up her hand in mine, squeezing it consolingly.
Except…
She’s not breathing and I’m not breathing, and we’re just staring at each other. Electric sparks are shooting up my arm from our clasped hands, and straight down to my dick. I can’t be turned on by my stepdaughter, right?
Right?
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Daphne
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
I know I’m not supposed to be making googly eyes at my stepdad. I get that. It’s true.
But, would you mind telling my pussy that? ‘Cause oh God, does it want his dick right now. Hard and fast and on this table if at all possible. He’s holding my hand, dragging the thumb across my knuckles as he looks at me and I’m just not even breathing ‘cause
Ho
Ly
Fuck
That’s it. Decision is made. I’m gonna do it. Hell, today is my 26th birthday, right? And doesn’t that mean that I deserve a little fun? I think it does.
“Hey, I need to use the restroom,” I say with a smile, sliding out of my seat, hoping that my panties haven’t started sticking to the back of my skirt from all of the pussy juice flowing out of me right now. Really, this is ridiculous. In a fucking amazing sort of way. I try to hold back my excited-and-totally-nervous laugh as I lie and say, “I’ll be right back.”
I sling my purse over my shoulder, and, holding the new cosmo delivered by the waiter, head out of the bar. Instead of taking a right to the bathroom, though, I hang a left and head up to the front desk of the hotel.
“A king for the night, please,” I say, sliding my credit card out of my wallet.
After the hotel employee has me fill out the paperwork and sign the receipt, I say as casually as I can, “Oh hey, can I have two keycards?”
“Sure,” the probably-still-a-teenager-who-definitely-has-an–overactive-acne-problem girl says with a shrug. “You’ll be in room 315.” She hands me my copy of my receipt and my two room keys.
“Thanks. Oh, and can you send a bellboy up to my room? I have something I need him to do.” Casual. I’m so casual.
I just hope she can’t smell my arousal. I feel like it’s wafting around me, like the perfume of the horny.
“Sure,” she says with another shrug, and picks up the phone to make a call. If she can smell my horny perfume, you sure could fool me. I hurry over to the elevators. I’ve got to beat the bellboy to my room ‘cause I have shit to do before he shows up.
Plus, I need to hurry my ass up, or my daddy is going to get bored and leave. And he can’t get bored; this is about to be a whole lot of fun.
I walk into Room 315, and closing the door behind me, I quickly slide off my thong. Looking around, I spot some hotel stationery on the desk. I grab an envelope and scribble, “Room 315. Come join me for some fun,” on the front, then slide my panties and the keycard inside.
I hear a knock at the door and, quickly licking the envelope closed, I hurry over to the door, opening it to find a bored-looking, slightly-older-than-a-teenager bellman, waiting for me.
“Hey, thanks for coming so quickly,” I say, rummaging through my purse and triumphantly pulling out a twenty. That is grossly overpaying the kid to deliver an envelope, but hell, it’s totally worth it. “I need you to deliver this to a man about 6’2", dark brown hair with silver at the temples, in the Bemelmans Bar immediately. He’s sitting by himself at the table. His name is Dominic Masters.” I shove the envelope and the twenty into his hand. “Really important,” I say, warning him. The last thing I want is for him to wander off and get sidetracked by something or someone else.