HYSTERIA

*THIRTY ONE - MONEYTALKS*

MONEYTALKS - ACDC

"Fine hotels and big cigars, up for grabs, up for a price. Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night."

HARRY STYLES

My head is pounding so hard it feels like it could burst. My neck aches, my back aches, my stomach is growling. Our first night in Vegas was not kind to me.

I blink my eyes open, seeing that I fell asleep on the sofa in our suite, which solves the problem as to why my body hurts so badly. I stand and walk towards the bed, sheets destroyed and the six pillows collecting on the right side of the king sized bed. At least someone got their beauty sleep.

While I lied about having my own room, I did request an upgrade to have a suite with a balcony. The view is great, last night it was all bright and full of vibrant lights of all colors. This morning it's just as beautiful, luscious palm trees paving the way down the strip, and signs flashing for each hotel, casino, and restaurant.

The heat is prominent today, and I know tomorrow is only supposed to be warmer. I've heard about pool parties that happen all around the city, so maybe if there's not much planned either today or tomorrow we could do that to help cope with the heat.

The warmth is already getting to me and I'm itching to take a shower to wash off the night before. The last thing I can recall is Black Jack with Niall and the fact that he wouldn't stop singing 'Viva Las Vegas', and because of him that song will be stuck in my head the remainder of the trip.

I walk back into the room and across the hall to the bathroom only to hear the shower already running. There's only one person who could be in there. The same person who took our bed all to herself last night and slept like the angel she is.

I don't bother knocking, but she's quickly aware of my presence when the door makes a small creak.

"Good morning." She speaks softly.

A good morning indeed.

"Are you almost finished? I'd like to wash up." I ask, my voice groggier than normal due to yesterday's drinking habits.

"Mmm, there's room for two." I can sense her smirk through the foggy glass.

She said it, not me.

I kick off my tidy whities and open the steamy glass door, joining her and her tinted pink body from the heat cascading down her skin. I don't hesitate to reach over to touch her skin, making contact with her breasts and barely touching over the top of her nipple before she lets out a shaky breath.

"Sleep good?" I ask her, even though I've already judged her by the condition of the bed.

She hums, "Very." Her eyes gaze up to mine, the bright blue irises more vibrant in the dimmed shower.

I step closer to her, letting her chest meet mine and giving me more access to the steady stream of water. I look up, examining the nozzle while she traces the ink on my abdomen.

An idea sparks in my head once I see the detachable hose, and it's like she can see the lightbulb hovering above me because she speaks, "I was hoping you'd notice." She chuckles, "I can't reach it."

I reach my arm up and twist it out of the mount on the tiled wall, but instead of propping her up to use it myself, I hand it to her and beg for her to show me.

"I want to watch you. Show me how you can make yourself cum." She takes the nozzle from me, letting the scorching water cascade down my chest before she's hooking her leg on the small seat in the shower and guiding the head down to her heat.