Joy and Hope

14 not looking

"Ahhh," you scream and through your phone and towel at Jhope. So many questions. "What the fuck. Why are you here. How in the name of the wee man did you get in here. How long have you been here" this last question feels like it needs to be answered first. He caught your phone and the damp towel. It wasn't hard, unlike other things, even thought he had jumped when you screamed.

"What are you on about? Why did you scream?"

"Coz there's some guy in my room"

"I told you I was here"

Clutching your chest lightly you sit down on the other chair.

"Explain"

He tells you, "when you got into the elevator i thought you were made at me. I went to my room but I needed to check you were really OK. So I came down, rooms service was in, I announced myself. You were in there" he pointed to the bedroom. Breathing evening out and pulse slowing, you also point to the bedroom.

Feeling like part of an unlicensed participant in one of those red-light windows you say "Listen, you can't just come to my room and watch me. I'm sure I didn't put that option in the contract."

>brain. What's wrong with you. Don't say shit like that, he will think we like it and want him here'

>heart, don't we?

>kitty we are all squeaky clean. We could get dirty.

He's looking at you with a fire inside his eyes,

"I didn't mean to scare you. I also didn't know that there was an option for voyeurism in the contract, I'm going to have to read the fine print for next time. I mean, I did want to hear you scream at some point, but it's not the kind of scream I had in mind" Oh great he's back to teasing us.

"Look, I'm great, my bath was great, I've got wine and some fries. I'm great, you can go now".

He takes the wine and opens it, pours you a glass and sets it down. He opens the food box and signals for you to sit down and eat.

> kitty, I know what I wanna eat, and it's not on the plate.

"I'm not going anywhere" he says while sitting back down.

"So, you feel brave enough to try answering back and adding a little attitude and spice. OK if your offering me this dance I'll dance!"

'Oh. Shit'. Do you join in or back off. 'Fuck it'

"Are you seriously wanting to play this game. I mean, I'm a few years out of practice but I will have you begging me to give you space". This feels good.

"Oh sweetie, I won't be the one begging"

'What have I started!' "OK, games, games need rules"

He's watching you like a hawk. On the outside your calm but really you have no idea what's gonna come out of your mouth next.

>kitty, or go in!

"Yes, so rules. I'm still fucked up so no touching. Any and all questions should be asked. But if someone asks a question they should be prepared to answer the same question"

He nods, "we need tequila or something for shots, should you feel like your not wanting to answer or don't have a good enough return then u have you drink!"

Feeling better than you have in about a year "agreed, the game ends when there are no more bubbles in my glass"! Again he nods.

" you pointed to my bedroom" you take the leap and go first, don't give him time to think, "describe to me what you saw and how it made you feel"

"You were standing with your back to the door, I saw your plump ass, you bent down, letting me see a little bit more. You then stood up and turned a little. I saw your nipple, very nice" he licks his lips and continues, " Leaning over you found your top and then ruined my show" he stops for a moment. "How it made me feel, well. My cock has been hard since the drive over to the set this morning, I'm going to get calluses if I have to keep up with self service." He takes a breath. "Seeing you totally naked just now, well I was at full mast again, thank goodness I wasn't wearing my jeans, I have room to grow in these trousers" he leans on his forearms and adjusts his seating position, almost aiming his cock towards you.

"Oh, is that it. Well, this games not that exciting" you down your glass of bubbles and pour another. "Here's me thinking you would have had something down right fucked up to say, but no just my dick is hard" You take another drink.

"I have a question" he's states. "What do you mean your out of practice. You were in a relationship for years!"

"Ah, you see ass face wasn't very playful, why I stayed for so long I'm not sure, well it was warm and felt safe. Maybe that's why. Anyway Dj wasn't into talking"

"More of a man of action, I see" he counters.

"More like action man!" And you start laughing. "Sorry, I shouldn't talk bad about someone else's husband"

He continues, "so wait, no sexual threats all day and what he wasn't that big?"

"First, now he wasn't the biggest, and two, sexual threats?"

He smirks.

"I should explain, sexual threats, more like promises with me, chatting back and forward with your partner all day and then carrying out those thoughts and musings when together"

You drink some more.

He feigns a wince and holds onto his heart.

"Can I ask something else?"

"When we slept together, you were trying to tear my clothes off, but you were thinking of Dj?"

Damn, now your embarrassed. "I dreamt he was the one I was holding, but let me explain. One night we were together, I had the most exciting time ever. When I was laying on you, I felt safe and wanted. I guess I felt the same way the morning after with Dj" your looking down at the glass, watching the bubbles float up.

He chucks the towel at you, "Hey, are you wanting those bubbles to disappear quickly?"

You look at him as if to say 'why the fuck u throwing stuff' he laughs and said "I didn't break a rule" he stands up and says "so, are the bubbles are done?"