American Mary Part II: My FWB’s fantasy was to get drugged and mock raped to reenact the bedroom scene from American Mary. [28F/39F/45ishM] [Long] | 2016

The Second Act

First, many thanks for the comments on Part I and wonderful PMs! Part II picks up right where we left off with Tessa/Mary (/u/FeelMeRawr) sedated on the bed and David (anonymous lurker) lingering patiently in the bathroom. Part I introduced us and I’d much appreciate it if you got caught up before continuing with Part II!

• American Mary Part I: My FWB’s fantasy was to get drugged and mock raped to reenact the bedroom scene from American Mary. [28F/39F/45ishM] [Long/Intro]

The Offering

1:45 AM. Carrying my lipstick I walked across the bedroom, unbuttoning my jeans, my feet enjoying freedom for the first time in 19 hours. I opened the bathroom door slowly to a startled David who quickly threw a little foil packet in the trash. Standing in the doorway with one arm up against the doorjamb, my matching pink bra and panties peeked out from underneath my unbuttoned shirt and jeans.

“Listen. Serious words time. You paying attention?” I mixed my stern mommy voice with the action of seductively taking off my shirt. It fell to the floor showing off my full C-cup breasts propped up by an uncomfortable underwire that was as sexy as it was painful.

He swallowed and nodded.

“First, do you know what’s happening?” My toes dug into the carpet. “She’s seeing you off the clock. Which means tonight…tonight is all about her. Do you know what her fantasy for the evening is?”

“She’s wearing the dress from that movie. I watched…she told me to look up that movie.” He nervously continued. “I watched it on my tablet last night.”

I pushed past David into the bathroom and laughed as I saw the box of Kamagra on the counter. “Good. So you already threw her on the bed. She’s blitzed out of her mind on Ecstasy and whatever alcohol you spent all night feeding her.” Turning away towards the mirror I popped the lid off my lipstick and twisted. My voice became monotone and sociopathic. “At Moonshine I dosed her with about 25 mg of Diphenhydramine. Just enough to kick her into oneirogen.” I moved the lipstick to my lips and casually applied it, then turned back to David. “So she’s a combination of drunk and tripping balls floating somewhere in a half-conscious dream state. Much like Mary Mason in the movie.”

Realization hit and his eyes lit up. “So, I’m going to…she wants me to…”

I stuffed my lipstick into my pocket and rocked my hips, sliding my jeans down. “So we’re going to walk in there together.” I stepped out of the pile of fabric towards David and put my hand flatly on his chest, tapping a finger. “You’re going to unbutton your pants and pull out your cock so I can put a condom on you.” My hand wrapped around the back of his neck as I leaned in and pushed my lips against his yet again. “And you’re going to rape her.”

Turning around I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom but stopped mid-strut. “Oh, and you better stay hard when you’re done using her.” I looked over my shoulder, stern as ever. “Because then Mommy is going to fuck you.”

“Jesus.” It was his go-to exclamation. “I…uhhh…need to…” David walked over to the television stand that faced the bed and squatted, pulling open a heavy drawer. I heard 8 beeps and the familiar ratchet of an electronic safe opening. “One minute.” He removed an envelope and placed it carefully on the stand. 8 beeps. Ratchet. He stood up, closing the drawer with his leg, then turned to face me. He opened his hand to reveal a dram bottle in his palm and thumbed at it.

“Do you want to do some coke?”

Adrenaline.

It had been my intention to stay completely sober this evening. I was, after all, the chaperon. Breathing in deeply through my nose, I crossed my arms and turned to face my helpless charge laying on the bed. Tessa had balled up into the fetal position, staring out the window, and was murmuring aimlessly gripping the comforter tightly. Almost on cue, I yawned, turning to face David. “Fuck.” My eyes watered. “You go ahead.” I was going to need something stronger than energy drink to keep me awake. Conscious and high was a much better alternative to falling asleep and leaving Tessa and myself vulnerable. But I had no idea what was in that bottle.

David twisted the top of the dram bottle and held the cap between his thumb and index fingers. He ritualistically tilted the bottle over the back of his hand and tapped twice, spilling a tiny pile of white crystals. He leaned forward and, plugging one nostril with his thumb, snorted sharply making sure not to spill any. He reeled back, eyes wide. “Jesus.”

I approached David slowly. “On second thought…” Before he had a chance to replace the cap I lightly gripped his wrist, opened my mouth, and lapped the back of his hand with the full width of my tongue in an attempt to identify the substance.

Cocaine does strange and wonderful things. My starved brain identified the bitter taste on contact and my tongue slightly numbed. A wave of craving euphoria swept over my body and the mixed memories of the few times I had done cocaine in the past drenched my consciousness. “Maybe I will have a little.” I raised my hand and stretched out a bent finger.

He tapped once over the back of my hand.

Following my own ritual, I sat on the edge of the bed, closed my eyes, and snorted. My chest raised. Sharp crystals and solvent pierced my sinuses. The numbness and placebo of knowing what was coming already had me flying. “Fuck…” I collapsed backwards and rolled sideways to Tessa.

The Charge

2:15 AM. Diphenhydramine does strange and wonderful things. Prescribed primarily as an antihistamine it secondaries as a glorious sleep aid. Even at recommended doses it has the wonderfully playful side effects of disorientation, hallucinations, dysphoria, oneirogen, and ataxia. Presuming my dosage was correct, Tessa was now floating in her own semi-conscious private reality.

“Mary…” My moist lips pressed against Tessa’s ear I sang again. “Maaarrry…” I brushed the back of my hand against Tessa’s parted lips, rubbing the cocaine residue across them. “Wake up Mary…”

Mary’s glazed eyes quickly shifted and finally focused to me, a line of spittle running over her chin. She licked her lips and swallowed, surveying the dark room, lit only by the light spilling from the ajar bathroom door and faint glow of the city lights below that were strong enough to pierce through David’s penthouse windows. Trying to prop herself up, her muscles flexed. She couldn’t. Her eyes widened, focusing back to me.

David stood at the edge of the bed, his hand absent-mindedly rubbing the bulge in his khakis, his belt already unbuckled.

Blocking his advance, I raised a finger at him. “Last chance Mary. Do you know where you are?”

She clenched her eyes and pursed her lips. She shook her head.

My heart sank. “Mary. Do you know who I am?”

Mary’s eyes opened. “Jeanne?”

“Very good Mary.” I firmly held her chin between my thumb and index finger, lifting so she could see David.

She sucked in through her teeth. “Dav…” She tensed up, excited. “Prof…ser?”

I was elated. “Yes Mary, that’s the Professor! Do you remember why the Professor is here?”

Mary’s arm twitched and brushed against me. “Hitme…”

Adrenaline. I crawled across the bed to David and hooked a finger under the waist of his pants, pulling him closer to the bed. Eyeing his unbuckled belt I bit my lip. “A bit eager, aren’t we?” My thumb flipped the button above his fly and I hastily pulled his zipper down, exposing his disheveled boxers. The musk of stale sweat and frustrated precum hit me and, with both hands, I thirstily pulled his cock through his fly. My senses flew. A wave of quenched euphoria swept over my body and the mixed memories of each time I had fucked on cocaine drenched my consciousness. And I was going to fuck this man tonight.

David immediately put his hand on the top of my head and pulled my face into his crotch, grasping for words. “I fucking want both of you.” The head of his cock pierced between my lips and he forced himself deep into the back of my throat, his balls hitting my chin and trimmed public hair ticking my hose.

I gagged, my eyes instantly tearing up as I choked. Savory musk and fervor enveloped my tongue. I tapped his thigh sharply with the inside of my wrist and snorted haplessly through my nose. Fuck, I was so turned on.

Showing restraint he eased up and slowly pulled out, strands of spit and precum stringing between my lips and the head of his cock. “I…I thought, I’m sorry.”

I bit my lip sharply and gave David a regulated look as I coughed. I smiled. “Remember, tonight is about Mary…” I reached for the strip of condoms from the nightstand and teasingly tore the foil open with my teeth. As were all of Mary’s clients, David was screened and recently tested, so the condom was merely a formality. I just couldn’t be too careful.

Looking David in the eyes I dug into the wrapper with my tongue and pulled the thick condom out. Twirling it in my mouth, I gingerly inched forward and pushed it down his shaft, unrolling with my tightly pursed lips. The chalky latex aroma filled my sinuses and coated my tongue.

David gasped and instinctively grabbed for my hair again, rocking his hips into me slightly. He quickly let go and laughed. “Jesus. Sorry…reflex…” He smirked.

I rocked backwards and flopped back down next to Mary, my hand searching between her thighs. “Get ready Babygirl.” Her panties were positively soaked, slick with her juices.

She moaned and parted her lips, moving her lower jaw forward as she heavily breathed in, her hips moving ever so slightly into my fingertips.

“Jesus.” David put one knee onto the bed and inched forward looking to me for permission.

I rolled sideways off the bed and seductively cat-walked to the chair in the corner, one foot crossing in front of the other, my fingers adjusting the trim of my panties snapping the hem against my ass. I nonchalantly motioned at the immobile Mary on the bed as I spun in place and dropped into the chair, simultaneously crossing my legs. “The little brat is all yours…Daddy…”

The Attack

David crawled on top of Mary and grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms wide open, gruffly pinning her to the bed.

She abruptly moaned and exhaled, sounds of half-words forming in her throat and escaping between her parted lips.

“Tell her to relax and grab her cheeks.” I had clearly watched this movie one too many times. I feigned disinterest and examined my nails. “Then slide your fingers into her mouth.”

Shocked, David looked up at me, letting go of Mary’s wrist.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I turned my attention back to David from my nails. “Do it!” My voice echoed in the silent room.

He placed his hand across Mary’s face and gripped her cheeks tightly. He nodded and turned his full attention back to Mary, firmly barking the word as instructed. Gripping the bottom of her chin with his thumb he carefully slid his index and middle fingers into her inviting mouth. Then, as if he finally acknowledged and succumbed to the pure eroticy of the situation — a completely incapacitated and willing young girl practically under his complete control — he forced his fingers to the back of her throat.

Her freed arm subconsciously tried to react to protect herself but all she managed was a choking gurgle and a slight twitch of her elbow and wrist.

I ran the backs of my fingernails down my chest, the tips of my fingers coming to rest against my panties as I uncrossed my legs. “Now run your hand down over her throat and squeeze.” I felt slick wetness soaking through my panties and pushed slightly, playing with my folds, toying them between my thumb and middle finger. “Then push her forward so her head is hanging upside-down over the edge of the bed.”

David obediently shifted and straddled Mary’s tiny frame, his cock pulsating against her stomach. He hesitated to regain his footing, then mock choked her while pushing her with his other hand.

Mary intensely inhaled as her head rag-dolled upside-down over the mattress edge. Her glassy stare finally met my eyes and our gazes locked. The angle of her neck caused each labored breath to gurgle. She mouthed, unable to speak. “Mommy.”

Adrenaline. My fingertips quickly turned circles, pushing the slick drenched fabric against my clitoris. My voice became deadly focused. “Fuck her.”

David hiked up the skirt of her dress and reached for her panties.

“No! Work around them.” My fingers danced more quickly.

Seemingly more aroused, David put his full weight on Mary and fumbled briefly with his hand between her thighs. He quickly shifted and stretched his arm out to meet Mary’s free wrist, pinning it again. He groaned as his hips brutally fell into her.

Mary yelped and her entire face lit up, wide upside-down gaze still locked on me. Her entire body shifted, unblinking with open mouth, her expression unwavering. I could almost feel what she was inaudibly saying. I pushed the slippery fabric between my folds and my fingers dug into my pussy.

David fiercely thrust and hammered his hips into Mary. Each blow violently caused her body to jolt on the bed, her tiny frame completely under his control. He ferociously grunted as his pelvis slammed against hers.

Desperately attempting to form words, Mary wheezed and squeaked on each impact that battered her. “I…I’m…Ahhh…I…Ahhh…I’m…”

I leaned forward and hooked my fingers, pressing up against my inside wall. “She’s going to cum.” I simpered indifferently. “She usually pees when she cums.” My eyes were still locked on Mary’s.

My words further provoked David, his rhythm quickening and breathing becoming labored, almost hyperventilating. His grunts had degraded to nothing more than forced breaths being sucked and exhaled through his clenched teeth.

Mary’s squeaks turned higher-pitched and cryptic, completely unintelligible. Then with one solid inhale her body tensed and arched, her breath held, and the ramming noise of David thrusting into her turned to messy slapping and became wet and sloppy. A few seconds later a new pungent odor filled the room.

The sudden heated discharge must have triggered one of David's kinks because he abruptly bowed and held against her, pulsing his hips repeatedly. He grunted and heaved one last time and collapsed next to Mary.

The Counter

2:45 AM. I pulled myself out of the chair and strutted over to the bed. I was fairly certain David wouldn’t have dared remove the condom before fucking Tessa but I needed to tactfully check for myself. “Oy, Daddy, time to clean you up.” I tapped David’s shoulder. “Scoot!”

David rolled over and revealed the condom still safely wrapped around his cock. His shaft immediately sprang up, still rock hard, pulsing with each heartbeat and breath. The aroma was curiously delicious. Sweat, latex, and the drips of escaping cum mixed with Tessa’s urine and juices. His pants and shirt were soaked, as was Tessa’s dress. He stared at the ceiling motionless, still laying across the bed next to Tessa, catching his breath.

I needed to fuck this man. Right now. I grabbed Tessa’s ankles and pulled squarely to get her head safely back on the bed. She squeed. I grabbed a pillow, walked around to the other side of the bed, and placed it under her head to prop it up. “How you doing Babygirl?” She was still silent but breathing smoothly and smiling with her eyes. “Good. You’re going to want to see this.” I kissed her on the forehead.

David finally caught his breath and sighed as I walked back to the foot of the bed. He leaned sideways and started to swing his legs over the edge to stand up.

I placed my palm firmly on his chest. “Oh, no you don’t!” The saccharin voice was back. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“The…I have to go…I need…” He rolled back onto the bed, his cock twitched, still wrapped in the condom.

Cocaine does strange and wonderful things. My second wind hit quite a while ago and my time to play was long overdue. “Oh, you have to pee?” I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. My breasts dropped from their underwire cage and finally breathed freely. “Don’t worry, so do I…” I exhaled a sigh of relief and pleasure as I massaged them, feeling the deep painful underwire indentation in my cleavage. “But you’re not going anywhere!”

I tossed my bra on the far side of the bed and rocked my hips, thumbing my panties down, stepping out of them. I balled them up in my palm and rolled them around, finding the wettest spot. I leaned over David and pushed the fragrant ball into his face. “Smell that? Mommy’s turn.” I heard a muffled giggle from Tessa.

David shifted nervously. It was obvious he had never quite been in this situation before. “But, I…I can only cum once…”

I dropped my panties on the floor and my voice purred. “Oh, that’s okay Daddy, I saw the Kamagra in the bathroom!” Still eyeing him with a stern face, I reached down without looking and peeled the overflowing condom from his cock. “I know you’ll be hard for hours.” My voice switched to that of a condescending parent berating their misbehaved child. “And fucking doesn’t end when you cum. Fucking ends when I cum.” I laid the dripping condom on Tessa’s chest between her breasts. “Won’t you be a dear and hold onto this Babygirl?”

Defeated, David pulled his leg back onto the bed and relaxed. I milked the base of his shaft and pushed my mouth down over the head of his cock, sucking sharply. He bowed his hips into my face as the last drips of cum strained out and danced on my tongue. I diligently lapped and cleaned his shaft, finally tasting the full sweet concoction of all of the evenings fluids mixed together.

I stood up and walked to the nightstand, fetching the remaining condoms. No theatrics this time, I simply tore open the foil and walked back, robotically pushing the condom down over David’s cock. “Just a formality…” I put one knee on the bed and swung a leg over him, jamming my cunt down on him. His cock was so hard and I was already so wet it instantly slid all the way in.

Mounted, I sat hard on his pelvis and closed my eyes, digging my short nails into his chest. Without moving my upper body I slowly started rocking my hips, just slowly squeezing my cunt around his shaft. David’s entire body twitched.

“Oh Babygirl, you have great taste in Daddies!” While increasing my rhythm slightly, I reached down and pressed the condom against Tessa’s chest, forcing the cum out. I cupped some up with my index and middle fingers. “It’s a shame you didn’t have a chance to actually taste him!” Now using my full body I bounced up and down on David, one palm planted on his chest, and slid my cum-covered fingers into Tessa’s mouth. I was fucking David but all my attention was back on my Babygirl.

She moaned and wrapped her lips around my fingers, sucking hard, the rest of the condom spilled above her tits and dripped into her armpit. Her eyes were still smiling and locked in on my gaze.

“That’s it, Babygirl…” I clutched the base of her chin with my thumb and kept my fingers planted firmly against her tongue, pulsing my fingers to match my bouncing rhythm against David. I could feel her tongue darting around my fingers as she sucked, my tits bounced and slapped down with each gyration of my hips.

David reached up and grabbed a breast, squeezing hard. Adrenaline. Tessa sucking on my fingers had nudged me right up to the edge and my tit being manhandled kicked me right over the tipping point. He obviously saw the change in my face because he now bowed his hips up to meet me every time I pushed down. The springy mattress caused Tessa to bounce in turn, my fingers diving deep into her throat.

“Oh…fuck…” A wave of satiate euphoria swept over my body and the mixed memories of each time I had fucked on cocaine drenched my consciousness. I was fucking this man tonight. David’s cock deep inside my cunt and Tessa’s soft mouth added to the intensity of the wave and spiraled through my body. The chill and fire started in my pelvis and radiated upwards through my chest. “I’m…” My arms and legs felt numb. “Going…” My torso was floating weightless. “To…” Tiny jets of urine spurted out each time I violently slammed back down. “Cum…”

I jammed my cunt down on David one last time and my entire body spasmed. My legs convulsed and disappeared. The orgasmic spiral building, twisting, winding tighter, crackling through my body, finally released in one solid torrent of endorphins. My eyes tightly clenched, everything was dark with pulses of sleep-deprived hallucinogenic spirals of blue and green. I fell forward onto David, my tits landing in his face, and my bladder finally emptied all over his crotch with his cock still twitching inside me.

“Jesus fuck, girl!”

The Intermission

3:15 AM. There comes a point in one’s life where absolutely zero fucks are given when it comes to sexual encounters. There is no such thing as embarrassment, just consenting adults making each other feel…nice. This was one of those moments. As I blissfully laid on this complete stranger’s chest, coming to the realization that both Tessa and I had just peed all over him and the white comforter, he smirked and matter of factly stated, “I guess I’m going to have to leave a big tip for housekeeping…again!” I snorted. I could see why Tessa liked him.

I patted David on the chest and, holding the base of his condom, pulled myself off of him to survey the damage. My legs were weak and shaking as I shuffled to the side of the bed to flip the reading lamp on. My eyes adjusted. A pair of large pale yellow stains donned the thick comforter, the larger of the two exposed as David rolled sideways off the bed and planted his feet on the floor. Breaking character for the first time, I actually broke out laughing. “Sorry about the sheets…” I quickly kneeled on the bed and grabbed the sticky condom that still laid across Tessa’s chest and balled it up.

“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupted, “housekeeping has had to deal with much worse.” He had an almost knowing smirk, probably alluding to whatever mess he and Tessa made the first weekend they were together. “I can just sleep in the guest bedroom.”

“Guest bedroom?” I couldn’t comprehend someone with this much disposable income. “Just this bedroom is bigger than my apartment!”

David and I chatted as we cleaned ourselves up, leaving Tessa on the bed to recharge. If we got her up now, that ran the risk of her not being able to physically walk downstairs. We meticulously bustled the dress up exposing her soaked panties and carefully peeled it over her head, trying not to disturb her. Almost immediately her tiny naked frame curled back into the fetal position. She occasionally mumbled something nonsensical in her Arcadia.

I took the dress to the bathroom and wiped it down with a damp washcloth as best I could. We then turned off the lights and retreated to sit naked in the crisp air on the living room patio to stay awake and continue to get to know each other. The view of the capitol building was absolutely gorgeous.

An hour or so later we heard the toilet flush, then a very groggy and still very naked Tessa stumbled onto the patio without saying a word. She closed her glassy eyes and stretched, spreading her arms, and sucked in deeply through her nose. Exhaling, she slowly turned and fell backwards against the cold railing, her amazing tits catching the dim light. Tessa squarely bit her bottom lip and finally spoke.

“Rocked.”

The Retreat

4:45 AM. While getting dressed I found the crumpled piece of scrap paper in my jeans pocket and called the Uber driver to make sure he was still available for 5 AM. A bit eager at his chance to drive two wanton sluts back to their hotel, he was already parked out front and sitting patiently in hotel reception. David wandered off into the bedroom as Tessa and I continued to get dressed in the living room, attempting to look as presentable as possible. As I was helping Tessa back into her damp, stained dress, David returned and handed me the plain white envelope he had removed from the safe earlier.

“Don’t forget this!” He had a sincere look in his eyes.

Confused, I took the envelope. It was thick and had a bit of heft to it. “What is…” I turned to Tessa. Her eyes were mutely focused elsewhere. "Thanks." I pushed the envelope into my bag and finished gathering myself.

David walked us to the door and kissed us each on the cheek. “Thank you both for the amazing time.” His voice was caring. “It was exactly what I needed to wrap up the week!”

The elevator ride downstairs was surreal. Bright lights and soft Muzak grounded us back down to a hazy reality. Tessa leaned against the elevator railing with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, humming along to the instrumental in the background. My mind rushed and floated over the inaudible roar of sleep deprivation and analgesic comedown. The elevator dinged loudly and my eyes snapped open. Had I fallen asleep standing up?

Tessa leaned forward and gravity pushed her out of the elevator in bare feet, the straps of her high heels hooked between her thumb and pinky fingers. My moto boots clacked across the nearly silent lobby, echoing dreamily, not quite convincing me that I was actually awake. I pushed my thumb hard into the palm of my other hand and twisted sharply, passing my lucid dream reality check. I was indeed awake. Or at least I thought I was awake, my bag hanging heavily on my shoulder.

The Uber driver quickly pulled himself out of his chair as we rounded the corner, his eyes pouring over Tessa. He helped us outside and into the back of the Suburban, his hand moving from the small of Tessa’s back to her ass as he guided her over the door sill. She fell sideways into the rear seat.

I intercepted his wrist and pulled his hand away from Tessa, then stepped closer. “Just so we’re clear, nothing is going to happen between you and either of us tonight.” I pulled out my phone and tapped. “I’m going to request an Uber, you’re going to accept, then drive us back to our hotel. Nothing more. Understand?” I climbed in and dropped my bag on the floor.

He nodded as he closed the door, an obvious look of disappointment plastered across his lips, and walked around to the driver side. Sliding into his seat, he shamelessly adjusted the rear view mirror to focus on Tessa who was now leaning against me with her eyes closed.

The Tease

“But…” I reached down and tugged up on Tessa’s dress, exposing her panties. “There’s nothing stopping you from enjoying the show!” I slid my hand down her thigh, tapping slightly, my fingers finding the warm mound between her legs.

She moaned quietly and leaned into me, opening her legs. “Hitme…”

My fingers moved slowly in circles, pushing the slick fabric against her skin, maneuvering in and out of her folds. Finding her hood I pushed firmly, rhythmically alternating pressure between each finger.

Tessa gasped and again inaudibly mumbled a single word. “Mommy…” Her chin now dug into my shoulder, she breathed heavily.

I had never taken my eyes off the rear view mirror. The driver’s gaze was squarely locked on my hand as it danced over Tessa’s slit. “Don’t you think we should get rolling?” My fingers continued to tap and pulse.

His eyes broke away from Tessa, looked at me, then looked at the road. He hastily started the engine and pulled out onto the deserted street, stealing glances in the rear view whenever he could afford.

My fingers were now again slick with Tessa’s juices, which soaked through her stale panties. Each time the driver dutifully moved his eyes to the road my rhythm would increase and Tessa would squirm, breathing harder and squeaking out muffled moans. Each time he stole another glance in the rear view my pace would diminish. “Eyes on the road,” I’d tease and motion towards the windshield with my free hand.

On the rare occasion we’d have to stop for a red light my rhythm would vigorously increase, alternating between Tessa’s clit and pushing my slick fabric-wrapped fingers deep between her folds. Her moaning would increase in turn getting louder with each dart of my fingers. Hoping the light would never turn, the driver would shift uneasily, his hand in his crotch. I would never know for sure whether or not he had his cock out while we drove but I secretly hoped he did.

As we pulled into the abandoned drop-off loop of our hotel my pace swiftly increased until I could sense Tessa’s body start to tense up. Once we stopped and the vehicle was safely in park, the driver’s arm was clearly moving, his eyes alternating between the rear view and the tinted side windows to make sure no one was watching. My fingers, now focused solely on applying pressure in tight little circles on Tessa’s clit, I could feel her thighs twitch.

I moved my lips closer to her ear, her chin now painfully dug into my shoulder. “Don’t you dare piss on his seat, you dirty little slut.” Her mouth opened and she gasped again. “I told him you wouldn’t make a mess. You’re in so much fucking trouble if you make a mess!” Her stomach and pelvis pulsed. “Don’t you fucking dare or I’ll tell Daddy…” I repeated this string of degrading obscenities over and over, hissing through my teeth as my fingertips worked.

Tessa’s body abruptly froze and her pelvis shoved against my fingers. Knowing this was her breaking point I stopped all movement and just held firm, deep pressure against her hood. “Don’t, whore…” She sucked in and held her breath briefly, then relaxed her entire body.

“So, are you going to get the door for us?”

The driver clamored in his lap briefly then tapped at his phone to complete our ride. As he exited to walk around and get our door I shifted sideways and pushed Tessa’s legs together, gripping her saturated panties by the hip. Just as he opened the door and leaned in, I lifted Tessa’s legs by her ankles and tugged her panties off, flashing the driver with her dripping slit.

He froze, just staring in disbelief at us both.

I dropped her legs and tugged at her arm. “Come on Babygirl, up you go!” In a zombie-like trance, she haphazardly fell out of the seat as I guided her into the humid air, twilight just starting to tease the skyline with the impending morning. Somehow, she managed to stand on her own accord, and she leaned against the side of the cold Suburban. I grabbed her high heels and hefted my bag onto my shoulder.

Turning to the driver, I smirked. “You’ve been such a good sport about all of this! And as promised, five stars!” I lifted my hand, Tessa’s panties hanging from a hooked finger in front of his face. “But I saw what you were doing up front…” Perfectly on cue, he instinctively reached for them and unhooked the still warm panties from my hand. “I’m sure these will help when you finish yourself off later…”

The Aftermath

I managed to stealthily guide Tessa upstairs to my room without garnering too much scrutiny as we made our way through the lobby. Again, this was a party town, and it was a common sight to see hungover and after-drunk guys and girls stumbling through hotel lobbies doing the walk of shame at all hours. But we were both in rough shape and reeked of fetid sex. I really didn’t want to be the center of attention in a hotel where the staff intimately knew me.

Immediately upon walking in the door of my room I dropped my bag, stripped Tessa naked, and sat her down on the toilet. She tipped sideways and leaned against the wall as I folded her weathered dress and positioned it with her heels next to the sink.

Conversely, I peeled off my own stale outfit and carelessly threw everything of mine in a muddled pile under the bathroom counter. I squatted down and pulled Tessa’s clutch out of my bag, carefully placing it next to her dress where she was sure to find it. After rummaging through my jeans to retrieve my lipstick I used it to scrawl on the mirror.

You’re in my room. Spare clothes on the bed. Had to get to the booth. <3 Jeanne.

The 5:45 AM alarm on my phone echoed loudly from my bag. I quickly retrieved it and messaged Tessa’s girlfriend to check in and let her know we were safe.

Both back in my room. Last night was awesome. Leaving Tessa here to recover. Have to get to work. I’m sure she’ll 411 you when conscious.

With Tessa still passed out on the toilet I dug through my suitcase to find the smallest pair of yoga pants and tightest t-shirt I could, then laid them out on the bed along with the overpriced hotel slippers from my closet. Even my smallest sizes would still look hilariously large on her. I stepped back into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

There was no way I would have had time to get Tessa back to her own hotel, get her cleaned up and into bed, then get back to my own room to shower and change. My own morning alarm to wake up would be going off soon. I had to get back to the convention floor. I patted Tessa’s thigh. “Up you go!”

Silently protesting, she pawed at my hand to try to bat it away.

“Come on, scoot! Fun’s over you little brat!”

I pulled her off the toilet and into the running shower. She squeaked and shivered as the hot stream endrenched her, then leaned against me, resting her head against my chest. Her hand hunted up my side and cupped my breast, fingertips resting on my nipple. Her eyes were closed and she still seemed to be reacting purely on autopilot. I had no idea if the Diphenhydramine still had her in an oneirogenic haze or if she was just fucking with me now.

Shaking my head, I squirted my favorite shower gel out of my travel bottle and massaged it into Tessa’s short hair, then over her shoulders and back. My soapy hands wandered over her ass and between her thighs, attentively erasing the evening’s depravities. She sucked in through her teeth as I did so, and clutched my breast tighter. I lazily spun her around so her ass was tightly pressed against me. She was brutally cute. She was my Babygirl. I squirted more gel over her tiny breasts and caressed, my open palms casually exploring over her nipples down to her stomach, then back up her arms to her shoulders.

This was bliss.

Realizing how long we’d been in the shower, I hurriedly ran my hand over own my body while supporting Tessa, just enough to cover myself with the wonderful camouflaged scent of lavender and jasmine. After spending a few more seconds to rinse us both off, I turned off the shower and toweled Tessa dry. Leading her to the bed, I pulled back the sheets and tucked her in, kissing her on the forehead.

The next few minutes were a mad rush to dry myself off, choose an appropriate outfit that didn’t stink of coition, and make my way out the door to get to the convention floor in time. I pulled my wet hair back in a ponytail just as the elevator doors opened.

I’d only been awake for 24 hours. Who needs sleep?

The Reckoning

My personal phone chirped from the front pocket of my camera bag just as I insert my keycard into my hotel room door. I sighed, shuffled into my room, and in one fluid motion dumped my bag on the floor and flopped backwards onto the bed. It’s like the little brat had ESP. I managed to retrieve the phone before it anxiously chirped again.

dinner. baton. i buy you gumbo and beignet! now now now!

At least her typing hinted at being sober. With a grunt I forced myself off the bed with my bag in tow and headed downstairs.

Baton was seconds from the hotel and within minutes we had drinks and hot beignet filling our empty tummies. After being awake for 37 hours all I craved was sleep, but in my dispossessed fog this was literally the best thing I had ever tasted in my life.

Tessa sucked the powdered sugar from her fingers and motioned toward my bag.

“Env…lope…”

With the ambient noise of the crowded tables and the loud music stomping out her voice I couldn’t make out what she had said.

Frustrated, she excitedly pointed and stuttered out each exaggerated syllable, including an extra. “En-ve-lo-pe!”

I had actually forgotten about the envelope David handed to me! I removed it from my bag and started to flip it open on top the table.

Tessa quickly reached across the table and blurted out, “No!” Her loose shirt drooping open, she pushed the envelope and my hands into my lap. She placed her finger over her lips, “Shhh,” then pointed at the envelope.

Now even more confused, I covertly opened the envelope in my lap and peered inside. Cash. I flipped through the bills counting how many, not actually registering the denominations in my sleep deprived state. 33 bills.

“How much?” Tessa was uncontrollably giddy. Her hands were in her lap as she leaned forward against the table, trying to see inside the envelope. “How much!”

I flipped through again. Crisp, new hundred after hundred turned through my fingers. 29 of them. At the back of the bundle, almost thrown in as an afterthought, was a single fifty, two twenties, and a ten.

“Bloody Hell!” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “There’s three thousand dollars here…”

Tessa squeed, flashing her toothy grin. Unable to contain herself any longer, she finally pointed at me. “Slut!”

My hand raised to cover my mouth and with shocked eyes I finally laughed, registering the circumstance. The little brat turned me into an escort!

She then faked a scowl and handed me one of her signature pink index cards, scrawled with black marker.

And where the fuck are my favorite panties? XO