"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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"This your room then?" Sam stops just inside the door, looking around in an uncertain fashion.
"Nah, it's Bondy's," I reply, grinning as I see puzzlement cloud his face, nudging him with my elbow. "Of course it's mine, silly!"
"Aah," he chuckles. "That figures. Couldn't see Bondy wearing that to bed I guess."
He nods towards the delicate baby pink silk slip that lies strewn on top of the cotton sheets that I'd slung there earlier when I'd been rummaging through my overnight bag. I'm especially pleased that I bought it with me now. Originally I wondered whether maybe Van would be the one to hitch it up around my hips whilst he pounded into me or maybe Johnny would be running his hands over the silken material, sliding one of the thin straps off my shoulder as he kissed the bare skin there, but this end to the night is entirely unexpected... but very welcome.
"Don't you think pink's his colour then?" I giggle, snatching it up off the bed and holding it against myself.
"Nah, it'll definitely look better on you love."
I can see in his eyes that he's already picturing me wearing it despite the hint of shyness that seems to have afflicted him the moment the hotel room door shut, leaving us both alone for the first time all night.
"Well, let's see then shall we?" I say, immediately tossing the slip back down on the bed and grabbing the hem of my dress, starting to pull it upwards.
"Woah!" Sam exclaims, shielding his eyes with a hand and then whirling around quickly. "You should 'ave given me a warning. I'd have given you some privacy like."
I'm surprised and amused, but it's actually quite pleasant to be in the company of a man who's not pawing at me the first chance that he gets for once.
"Oh don't worry, I'm not shy!"
"Ah can bloody see that!" He replies, chuckling with disbelief, then his laughter dies away and I watch him shift his weight from foot to foot, his hands running over his jeans like he doesn't know quite what to do with them. He's clearly nervous and I feel a sense of empowerment.
"Anyway... what d'ya reckon the lads'll say about me being here... ya know... with you."
My dress has been slipped over my head now and cast into a pile on the floor, and I unclasp my bra which swiftly joins it. I smile to myself about my lack of panties, remembering the reason that I'd shed them in the first place.
"It's not really any of their business, is it?"
"Aye, I know, but they still might not like it. Ya said about 'em looking out for their mate's little cousin an' all. They might think I'm taking advantage of ya or something."
I have to bite back a laugh as I pull the slip on over my head, letting it slide down over my curves. The sumptuous material clings in all the right places and I just know I look good in it without even casting my eye over the mirror that's hanging on the far wall, but when I do finally look I catch Sam's eye in it. It's only then that I realise that despite the gentlemanly gesture of averting his eyes, he's likely been watching me the whole time. He quickly looks down, clearing his throat nervously, but not before I catch the slight flush on his cheeks.
