Amber & Vanille

Save Me A Place

Dedicated to funkeejewelry<333
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She lingered along the hallway, doing as she was told. The smell of pot and stale beer consumed the hotel air. Her stomach was bundled with nerves; why her? Why did he want her out of all the female crew?

From their first day on the road, she could sense him staring, his gaze sharp as the box cutter he carried on his tool belt. Her mind was focused on securing his adoration; she needed him... badly.

The door swung open. "Laura, right?"

Her heart skipped a beat, "Lauren." She corrected.

"Yeah, right..." He looked down at her, sizing her up and liking what he saw. "Come on in," he welcomed, resting his hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the sofa. "Can I get you anything? Beer, wine, pot, blow...?" He offered.

"I'll take some pot actually." She answered, knowing she'd make even worse decisions after 2 glasses of wine.

He lit a joint, handing her what was presumably left from his last session. She smiled politely in her dream-like state, still amazed this was happening to her. Maybe this was it; maybe this was the romance she always dreamed of happening out on the road.

He looked at her, waiting until she handed him the joint back so he could inch closer. "You know what this is, right?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Um, "she gulped, "I think so?" But she started doubting herself.

"Look, Laura," she didn't even bother correcting him this time, "You're sexy as hell, you got a great rack, but I have a girl back in San Diego, and since you're new..." He rolled his eyes, "look, I don't stick around, if you catch my drift."

Her heart sank, "So either we have some fun, I rock your world tonight, and then tomorrow, we're back to being... colleagues." He smiled.

She paused, "Okay." She could only manage a whisper.

"Great," he leaned in, placing a hand on her left breast, "Fuck..." he moaned, "definitely a great rack." He smirked and proceeded to grope her, moving his hands down to unbutton her jeans and slide a finger between her folds.

They stayed like this for a while, easing into a rhythm. He suddenly yanked her jeans down, along with her thong, pushing her back against the couch cushions. "You ready for me to change your life?" He asked.

She nodded reluctantly as he whipped it out of his grey sweatpants. It was average, nothing special, but girthy.

"You have...protection, right?" She whispered. He looked around the room quickly.

"Nope, not how I roll. Is that a problem?" He was gliding himself against her entrance.

"Um, I mean, kind of... are you clean?"

He laughed, "Clean as a whistle, baby girl. Now relax." She squirmed, unsure if this is what she wanted.

He was growing frustrated at her inability to remain still. "Either let me fuck you, or get on your knees!" He Raised his voice, pulling her by her hair. It was like an evil spirit took over him in a matter of minutes.

She froze. She couldn't move. It was like a bad dream where you try to scream, but nothing comes out. "Ow! you're hurting me!" she yelled back.

There was a knock at the door. He looked down at her with an evil gaze, "Saved by the bell, I guess. Get dressed, Slut. You lost your chance." He threw her jeans at her face and put on his sweats.

"Oh, hey Stevie!" He stuttered when he realized who was there. She couldn't believe how quickly his demeanor had changed.

"Everything alright?" She asked, peering into the room, her soft, concerned gaze landing on Lauren.