“I just need a minute,” she said. It felt like freedom when she burst out of the steel doors. This was her chance. She could run to the front, hop in a taxi, block Day’s ass and never look back. Only she didn’t. Curiosity wouldn’t let her. The pulse in her clit had been present ever since the girl, Livi, had kissed her, and she just wanted Day to feel her pulse too. God, she needed it. But she couldn’t think about it. If she overanalyzed it fear would run her right out the door. She beelined for the lobby bar.
“Can I get a double shot of tequila, please? Actually, make it a triple.”
“Rough night?” Bartender asked as he poured up.
“Not yet,” she answered.
She forced the hot concoction down and then said, “Put it on Dayton Night’s room. Add a hundred dollar tip for yourself too.”
“Appreciate it. Good luck.”
Thegood luckthrew her off. Did Day frequent this hotel? Was she one of many who had come to that bar looking for liquid courage before transforming into a baby prostitute? She headed back to Roman, and silence accompanied them to the seventh floor.
“Room 707,” he said.
Stassi found her way to the room, and she lingered for a minute.
Just turn around and change your mind,she thought. She knew she wouldn’t.
When she knocked, and Livi answered the door, she knew she wasn’t going any-fucking- where.
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Stassi whispered, words barely escaping.
Why the fuck can’t I breathe? Breathe, bitch!
“I can leave if you’re uncomfortable,” Livi said. Her devilish smirk made Stassi’s hands go wet. “Or you can come in, and I can help you get comfortable. Choice is yours.”
Who the fuck is pushing me over this threshold?She thought as she entered the room. It’s like her mind was no longer controlling her body. It was on auto-pilot, seeking a path of adventure that she was terrified of.
“Is Day here?” Stassi asked. “I thought he’d be here.”
“I’m sure he will show up eventually.” Live shrugged like it was no big deal if he came at all. “You want a drink?”
Stassi shook her head. “I had three.”
Livi paused, putting down the bottle in her hands, and she walked over to Stassi. “Let me taste.”
Livi and her lips were like therapy as she planted soft kisses to Stassi’s lips, coercing the hesitation right out of Stassi. “You have had a few, huh? Tequila?” Livi asked.
Stassi nodded.
“You taste just like you look,” Livi complimented. She tucked Stassi’s hair behind one ear. “You okay? You want me to stop?”
Her mind screamed yes! Her mouth said, “No, don’t stop,”
Permission was all Livi needed to lower the straps on Stassi’s mini-dress. Her stiletto fingernails against Stassi’s nipples hardened them instantly.
“She likes that.” Livi pulled on her taut nipple, rolling it between her fingers before putting her mouth there. “Come to the bed.”
Livi’s dress was on the floor, and the black thong panties and bra she wore beneath were perfection against her brown sugar skin.
She sat on the edge and patted the seat beside her.
“If this is too much…”
“I have no idea what’s too much and what’s not. I’m just…”
“You’re just a woman, who deserves to feel what I can make you feel. I know Day wants to have his way, but he won’t touch you like me,” Livi said. Another kiss, this time Livi bit Stassi’s bottom lip. A little pain with the pleasure. Livi straddled Stassi, causing her dress to bunch at her waist. “Oh, you’re a bad girl,” Livi teased, discovering that Stassi wore no panties.
