I looked at Rosalie, expecting a grin, but instead she looked confused.
"I didn't invite anyone over, Jenny!" she said, "I'll go check the peephole." She stood up, grabbed a robe, and headed over to the door. Panicking, I ran into the bathroom and wrapped myself in a towel. I peered through the crack of the door and could see Rosalie peeking through the hole. To my surprise, she opened the door. Wide.
It was Jose.
"Can I help you with something?" she said, running her hand through her gorgeous locks. Jose stood outside the door, his mouth flopped open in shock at the sight of the barely-clothed starlet casually standing in front of him. "Um...my manager sent me up. Someone was supposed to bring you some towels and he wanted to make sure you got them." Rosalie laughed and tossed her hair. "She brought them up. I appreciate your concern".
Rosalie's robe was tied tight at the waist, but billowed loosely up front. She shifted slightly, and I saw that one of her breasts was nearly exposed. Jose was practically squirming. "Uh ok, well I'll let him know" he whispered. Rosalie smiled and licked her lips, "Thanks for checking back." She ran her hand along the robe. Jose's eyes followed, mesmerized. Then, she closed the door on him and turned around. I came back out of the bathroom, and started grabbing my clothes. "They're going to wonder where I am. Rain check on the shower?"
"Of course," Rosalie smiled as she helped me gather my clothes, "your little co-worker Jose is quite a cutie."
I laughed, amused that someone who regularly fucked Edward Cullen would say anyone else was cute. Of course, this made me think of Edward, and I started to get warm. Focus, Jenny!
I got dressed as Rosalie watched, interested. I fixed my hair as much as I could, and smoothed my make-up. "I'll see you later, Rosalie?" It came out as a question instead of a statement. I could only hope to see her later. I knew she was my link to Edward.
"Bye Jenny," she replied, not making any promises.
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I hurried down the back stairs, hoping to avoid running into Jose as he returned to the front desk. I stopped by a supply closet and grabbed some toilet paper along the way. An excuse.
When I got back to the front desk, Jose was already there. "Hey, you've been gone forever! I had to be sent up to check on you!" he didn't seem too upset about this fact. He was still flushed from his little run-in with Rosalie. "Well, when I was heading to the room someone stopped me and said they needed more towels as well. I ended up making a few runs. Someone else needed toilet paper. I just got back."
Jose didn't look convinced, but didn't push the issue. Instead, he wanted to chat about Rosalie. "Did you recognize her when you brought her the towels? It was Rosalie Hale. God, she's so fucking hot." "Yeah," I muttered, trying to seem disinterested. "I wish gods like her fucked mere mortals like us, you know?" he was practically squirming in his chair. I glanced down and noticed he had an erection. Ew.
"Jose, why don't you go to the Audio-Visual room and take care of business?" I laughed. He looked away, embarrassed, "I'm fine, lets just get this data logged in."
After about 30 minutes, we were finished logging the data and I was starting to get bored. I was trying not to think of Edward, and how even though I was sore from Rosalie's pounding earlier I was still horny as hell. "Hey, I'm going to go make my rounds or something, ok?" Jose said suddenly, startling me. "Yeah, sure - whatever. Just don't go bug Rosalie. You'll get fired if she complains, you know," I replied. Jose seemed annoyed by this assumption, "Jenny, I'm not an idiot. I'm not going anywhere near that room again, ok?" He sounded convincing.
He strolled off, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I let my mind wander...thinking of the feeling of Edward's tongue, the enthusiasm with which he sucked on my lips as he kissed me, the ferocity in his thrusts as he brought me to orgasm over and over and over...
I was startled out of my fantasy by Colin, a trainee, coming out of the manager's office. I tried to compose myself, but I could tell I was flushed. "Hey Jenny," Colin said nervously, "I was told you could train me for a bit tonight. Management had to step out for a little bit." I groaned, then felt bad since he was honestly nervous. Then, it dawned on me. Management was out? Someone else was here to man the desk for a while? I was throbbing below after my Edward thoughts, and I just needed a few minutes in the Audio-Visual room alone to take care of my own business.
"Ok, Colin. Trial by fire. I'm going to leave you here for 15 minutes while I'm doing rounds. Answer any phone calls and if you don't know the answer tell them that someone will call them back in 15 minutes, ok? I trust you." I hoped I sounded confident and convincing, as though this were usual training protocol. Colin looked nervous, but the confidence in my voice seemed to reassure him. "Ok. I'll see you in 15."
I tried to walk slowly to the A/V room, but I needed to get my hands down my pants immediately so I picked up the pace. By the time I got the room and unlocked the door, I could already feel my wetness seeping through my panties.
I flung the door open and gasped in shock when I saw I wasn't alone. Jose was sitting in on of the chairs, pants around his ankles, stroking his cock hard. He stopped mid-stroke, eyes wide, and tried to cover himself with his shirt. It was too late. I was so horny and the sight of a throbbing dick was too much for me to take. God, those freaks had practically turned me into a nympho.
I locked the door behind me. Jose was already apologizing, trying to stand up and pull his pants up all at once. I cleared the floor in three long strides and pushed him back down into the chair, his pants falling back down. I pulled up my skirt, slid my panties to the side, and slammed onto him in one thrust. I was so wet, he slid in easily and I started to pound myself up and down frantically. He moaned and said "What are you -- ?" but I covered his mouth with my hand and closed my eyes. He was trying to keep up with my thrusts, but gave up - I was riding him too hard and fast, picturing Edward in my mind. Edward's lips, Edward's hands, Edward's tongue...Edward's amazing fucking cock that slammed into my pussy so deep and so hard...oh how I wanted Edward in me...my body NEEDED him to fill me...I needed to see that look of lust on his gorgeous face as he spilled into me...Edward always felt so good, so fucking good, so....
"Edwaaaaaaaard!" I screamed as I exploded into orgasm. My body clenched and unclenched as I rode out the waves. Only after I felt a dick twitching inside me did I remember that I was riding Jose, not Edward. Oops.
"Sorry," I said and I stood up, pulling him out of me. He covered himself at once, but was laughing.
"I don't care if you called me Santa Claus. That was so fucking hot."
We composed ourselves and headed to separate bathrooms to clean up before returning to the front desk. Yuck. Jose jizz. Not something I want to re-visit.
Jose beat me to the front desk, and seemed amused the entire evening. I kept having to tell him to shut up whenever he picked on me. Smug asshole. We trained Colin so I wasn't bored, but I was never so happy to finish up a shift at work.
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A month passed. I heard nothing from Rosalie. Nothing from Edward, nor Jim. I was getting frustrated. Especially since Jose still acted like a smug little teenager (which he was, I realized, horrified one evening. He was only 18!) I did discuss the "event" with him, telling him that it wouldn't happen again. He just laughed in my face and said "Jenny, I didn't ask for it to happen the FIRST time. You're the slut who busted in on me jacking off and decided to fuck my brains out!" After that, I didn't bring it up again.
Bored for a month, I started questioning my decisions. Should I have gone back to college? No, no life experience could come close to fucking Edward. I had to have it. Maybe I could try to stalk him like all of his obsessed little fans? Surely he would recognize me in a crowd....wouldn't he? It had been months. I was no longer sure.
I went to the supply closet to do inventory, and thought I heard someone at the front desk. Damnit, why don't they ring the bell for service like the sign clearly states? However, when I returned to the desk, no one was there. I did see a post-it in front of my computer. "Please move carts from back service stairwell. They're blocking emergency exit." the note read. Great. Couldn't management have walked two doors down to tell me this, instead of writing a goddamn note about it? I sighed, crumpled the note, and called into the breakroom.
"Colin! I have to go move some crap. Come up here and man the desk for a few!"
"I'm on a break!"
"Get your ass up here!" I was in a bad mood. What can I say?
Colin made a face at me as he walked to the front desk, but did as I told him. Newbies are awesome.
I headed toward the back service stairwell, still thinking about the choices I had made in life. I also wondered why the hell anyone needed the back service stairwell cleared. No one ever went down there anyway. Everyone took the main stairwells. Picky assholes.
I opened the door, letting it close with an echo behind me. The stairwell was dark; lit only by emergency lights as usual. There were three carts, but they would be easily moved out of the way. I sighed and reached toward the first one.
Suddenly, an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me off my feet. I started to scream, but a hand clamped over my mouth. I was being pulled into the pitch darkness beside the stairwell, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
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So, you guys guessed right with Jose being at the door. I never promised a difficult plot! Sorry for the lack of awesome lemons. I promise to make up for it. Any predictions?
