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The two broke through Henry's door collapsing in a heap of laughter. "Did you see the look on the doorman's face?" chuckled Henry.
"That's nothing compared to the guy in the elevator!" squealed Vicki.
"Not that I blame him, next time let me know if we'll be going into the sewers so I won't wear my good suit." Henry tried to say seriously but couldn't stop smiling at the mess the two of them were.
"That'll teach you to be so vain!" replied Vicki.
"I am not vain!" Henry snapped.
"Oh, pul-leze! You have more hair products than I do." Vicki countered in mock argument. "Come on pretty boy, let's see how you clean up."
"Ladies, first." Henry purred with a smirk.
It had been a long night fighting demons and a hot, steamy shower was exactly what Vicki needed. Not to mention that Henry's bathroom, much like the rest of his place, was the epitome of luxury. She turned on the water and the steam began to fill the glass-enclosed shower. As she peeled off her reeking clothes, she glanced at all of the grooming products with a chuckle, "Not that he needs any of this to make him gorgeous."
p The hot steam felt good against her skin. Her muscles began to relax and she was lost in her thoughts, which is probably why she didn't hear the click of the shower door. Henry's hands ran along her shoulders, "I thought you might like some help… washing your back." Henry grinned as he felt Vicki's body tense and heard her heart beat faster.
It bothered her to know how Henry could sense her discomfort. She always ignored his advances, thinking he was just feeding his own ego. Well, if he wanted to play, she was game. Let's see how far he would take this before he got cold feet- wait a minute weren't his feet always cold?
Vicki snapped back to reality as Henry began to rub shampoo into her hair. His hands felt like magic messaging her scalp. She began to relax again, tilting her head up and closing her eyes. "I have fantasized many times about running my fingers through your hair," Henry mused.
"Oh yea…what else have you fantasized about?" Vicki played back. Now it was Henry's turn to tense a bit. He was not used to having the tables turned on him but he found that he liked it.
Henry's mind raced with naughty thoughts and his lips curved into an evil grin. Vicki felt Henry's hardness brush up against her backside. The tables had turned again but this time was Vicki up to the challenge. TBC