The Pole Dancer

Chapter 11

The next morning...

Jenice is woken up by the bright sun streaming through the window. Slightly dizzy, she opens her eyes and looks around.

The first time, she doesn't remember where she is. She expects to wake up at home with her daughter. But she recalls the hotel room and the night she spent with Nikki.

She smiles instantly, and checks the other side of the bed. It's just the pillow. Nikki is not. Only now, she hears a pretty familiar noise coming into the bathroom. The shower is on, Nikki is probably taking a shower.

Still smiling, she gets up, standing upright on the bedding, stretching her hands.

She is not wearing anything. Her and Nikki's clothes are thrown in piles on the floor.

She leaves the bed, naked as she is, moving towards the cracked bathroom door.

She cracks the door more, Nikki doesn't see her, she grins cunningly. This is what she wants.

She watches over him in the shower cabin, the door is not closed. Like a cat, she steps silent on the cold tiles. She sneaks behind him and embraces his back, he gets scared, tenses and winces.

"Babe? You scared me to death," he has a serious scowl that turns into a smile.

"Why didn't you wake me up so we could take a shower together?" She purrs, making circles on his tattooed back.

"I didn't want to wake you up, honey," he smiles, lifting her chin slightly, the water from his soaked hair drips on her face. "You slept like an angel."

"I wouldn't be upset," she grins and approaches him, their chests are touching, as she also has wet hair now, which spreads from her back to her buttocks.

He places his hands on her shoulders, pulling her into a burning kiss.

The kiss will turn out into another crazy love match, just like last night. They simply cannot help but keep their distance from each other.

In the end, they both manage to take a shower and get out of the bathroom.

Lying in bed now, hugging each other, Jenice looking around the room and Nikki is looking at the ceiling, with his thoughts.

"We should go," she suggests. "I want to see what Sarah is doing. I hope everything was fine last night."

"We'll go right away, honey."

And in half an hour they are already out of the hotel, entering the car heading for Jenice's house.

Arriving there, barely entering the door, Nikki and Jenice realize that Sarah and Nikki's bandmates had not a very peaceful night.

In the living room, on the sofa, Mick is sleeping with his arms crossed, surrounded by many toys.

As the living room is shared with the kitchen, they see Tommy at the table lazily stirring a cup of coffee, having a very tired expression. His face is smeared with lipstick and blush and his hair is tousled.

"Dude?" Nikki stares confused. "What happened here?"

"Nothing,' Tommy shrugs his shoulders and sips from his coffee. "Just an ordinary night taking care of a child."

"Are those my lipstick and blush?" Jenice asks confounded.

Jenice rushes to Sarah's room. She doesn't find her there. Instead, Vince is sleeping in Sarah's bed. Somehow he managed to fit into Sarah's small bed, in a fetal position, wrapped in a pink blanket with unicorns. His hair is in curlers and bows.