eleven

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gee's perspective


i heard a knock on my door. i opened it, and pete stood in front. 

"you have a friend waiting to see you. you know him?" he said. he gestured to frank, in a suit sipping a drink in a short glass.

"uh, yeah." i said. "i'll be okay."

pete looked skeptical. "you better be ready for your set on time, you hear?"

"got it," i muttered.

i slinked over to frank, obvious hard on under my boyshorts. i had grabbed a sweater before i went out so i could 'strategically' position it over my... uh... problem.

"frank..." i said.

"hey sugar..." frank chuckled, looking me up and down. he stood there, his face flushed. 

"what's wrong?" i asked him innocently, my face getting closer to his so i could study him. he smelled like rosemary, coffee, and cigarettes. i stared straight into those pretty, light hazel eyes and smiled, knowing what i was doing to him.

he inhaled sharply. "how much for me to show you?" he growled sultrily, biting his lip and smiling.

"depends on what you want." i giggled.

"oh baby, i could tell you what i want. would you like that?" he whispered, giving me goosebumps.  i could feel myself growing harder.

i nodded, absolutely silent. he looked down at my 'problem', then looked up at me. "is this okay?" he asked.

i nodded. it felt like i was almost unable to speak. he chuckled softly to himself as he trailed a soft finger up my thigh. my eyes slowly closing and my chin rising toward the ceiling. i felt his nose nestle in my neck. "you've been thinking 'bout me like i have?" he murmured, his hot breath falling slowly on my neck.

i inhaled quickly, giving him more access. he slowly kissed the area right below my ear, then stopped. i whimpered from the loss.

he pulled out a card from his jacket pocket and handed it to me. "meet me in room 505 at the mariott on sandford," he whispered. "is that okay?"

i nodded. he smiled, quickly turning for the door, his head down to hide his flushed cheeks from the other club-goers.

i trembled as he walked away, eager to find out what was to come.


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