“If you get us there in five minutes, I’ll make it five hundred bucks,” she told the driver.
He smiled and accelerated. Kelsey laughed as she paid the driver. We walked quickly. She noticed some photographers and whispered for me to go ahead. I did as she asked and saw her entering a different revolving door.
I entered the lobby, looked for her, and was captivated by her green eyes staring at me. I walked faster and entered the elevator immediately. I leaned against the wall and started laughing.
She joined me in laughter, removed the windbreaker, and hugged me. Soon we were on the floor of her suite. I needed to let Sarki know that I was alive.
“I need to go to my room,” I said. She raised her eyebrow and pushed me against the wall.
“Hmm, who's to say you'll come back?” she teased.
“You can come with me. I just need to let a friend know I'm okay,” I answered.
She turned me around. We ran down the emergency stairs until we reached my room. Like a teenager caught in the act, she looked around as I opened the door.
“You already grabbed me in the hallway, Kelsey,” I noted.
“Kels. You can call me Kels,” she corrected.
I opened the door and took off my coat. I grabbed my phone and typed quickly to Sarki.
Megan Woods:"I'm fine, she'll probably spend the night here. I'll let you know tomorrow."
“Are you done with your chores? I'm going to make it worth my while to pay to have the cameras on the floor turned off,” Kelsey said.
I walked over to her and motioned for her to unzip my dress. It fell to my feet. She looked at my breasts as if they were the best dessert in the world.
“And how are you going to do that?” I asked.
She grabbed me by the waist and turned me around. I felt my hair being pulled as her mouth kissed my neck. Her free hand squeezed my breasts and my pussy contracted.
She kissed my back and moved down my body. She stood up, running her hand shamelessly over my body, and stepped away. I watched her take off her shirts. She was wearing boxer-style panties.
I walked towards her and she pulled me into a kiss. Her hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around her waist and she sat on the bed with me on her lap.
I let out a long moan when she kissed my breasts. I held the back of her neck. She held my waist with one hand and massaged me over my panties.
“Relax, Meg...” Kelsey whispered as her voice became a low, gravelly rasp. I felt her tongue tracing a slow line down my neck. “Stop trying to boss me around,” she ordered.
“Let me, Ms. Calama...” I breathed as the words were more of a plea.
She pinned my arms above my head, holding them there. She leaned down, her teeth grazing my skin.
“Let’s get one thing straight—something I’m not willing to negotiate,” she said as her teeth scraped across my skin. “In this bed, I’m the one in charge.”
I returned to my position on her lap. She increased the speed at which she rubbed my clitoris, and stopped.
“I just want to show you a few things,” I whispered as my voice grew thick.
“Look at me,” Kelsey commanded, and I did as she asked. “Here, I'm in charge.”
“Kels...” I said breathlessly, scolding her.
She took her hand off me and sucked each of her three main fingers. She looked at me and reached out her hand.
“You're going to relax. I'm going to suck every drop out of you, but I need you to do what I say,” she promised.
“I'll try,” I replied as I licked each of her fingers.
