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I look at my watch and realise that I've been sat in this unfairly comfortable chair for ΒΌ of an hour. If I waited any longer he'd be really pissed, not that I cared much anymore. Slowly I rose from the chair, smoothing down my too short black skirt and grabbing my long black coat. Giving a bored sigh I stroll to the disgusting gold stairs. I don't want to touch the banister in case I too turn to gold, like a Midas effect. I shrink back from it, as I steadily ascend the stairway from hell. Someone walking down pushes me into it. I stifle a scream as the almost frozen metal brushes my bare belly, sending a sharp chill through my nerves. I could have hit the inconsiderate prick who pushed me when I saw an angry face watching me from the balcony, at the top of the stairs, leaning on the golden rail. I want to shout at him to get off, in case it kills him but I realise the look on his face means jokes aren't really appropriate. I almost turn and go back the way I came but I know that won't help so instead I trudge up the final few steps until I reach him. He just glares at me, before turning round and disappearing to his room. I groan and follow him.
I didn't see him again because he left twenty minutes later. I'd lost sight of him when Adam had cornered me to ask if I could set him up with Torrie. When I'd finally convinced him that I would try my best, he'd gone form his table and I couldn't see him anywhere. I went over to ask Glen if he'd seen him and Glen told me he'd gone. He again told me I was better than him but I ignored it. "So when are you gonna go?" Glen asked me "Trying to get rid of me?" "No, I just thought now he's gone." "I'll go when Torrie wants I guess, though she may not want to leave anytime soon." I glance at where she is giggling with Adam. "Actually I might go back by myself now" Glen looks at me for a moment then says "I'll give you a lift, come on" I glance over at Torrie before accepting his offer and following him out. When we get outside he smiles at me and says "You look gorgeous." "thank you, is there any reason you say that?" "Well, I doubt HE told you that" Glen says he with so much poison it shocks me. I glance over at him, as he climbs in the car. "What?" he asks "The poison?" "Oh, I don't like the guy, in fact I hate him! What else can I say?" "Why?" "Why what?" "Do you hate him?" "He's an arrogant prick who has so many people telling him how brilliant he is that his ego is bigger than he deserves." "Harsh" "Truth!" Glen tells me starting the car and reversing out the park. For a while we drove in silence but I was sure that there was underlying reasons for his comments. "Is that the only reason you hate him" "No, he will see that you adore him, use you to feed his monster ego then discard you when he feels like it!" "Ohh.you make it sound so analytical when you just hate him!" "Despise is a better word" At this point he leant over to turn the radio on. We drove back to the hotel sharing but a few words. When we pulled up outside the motel I climbed out, thanked Glen for the lift and kissed him on the cheek. I've always been like that, affectionate and happy to hug acquaintances without hidden meanings or ulterior motives. It was just the way I am but since I started this relationship I've stopped. I don't know why, I think its because he has scarred me but that could just be me!
I didn't see him for a week after that night because he was injured, and I didn't se Glen either. He seemed keen to stay away from me, but I didn't push him. When I finally spoke to Glen he told me that I should forget about my man and find someone else because I would never be happy with him. Glen was wrong because I was blissfully happy when I was with him for the first few weeks and after that the sex made me happy. In the long term though Glen was right, as you can tell I don't enjoy it anymore.
I knock on the door to room 69 and hear a deep voice call me in. I suppress the urge to just leave and open the door. "Hey Stacy" He smiles at me and I plaster a fake grin on my face as I say hi to him. I feel like saying lets get this over and done with but I know I shouldn't. "How are you?" I asked him, knowing that he likes to talk about himself. "Not so good, works tough and I'm tired, I was going to cancel tonight but I don't want you to be disappointed. "Oh how sweet" I say sarcastically but he misses the obvious edge and smiles at me "I know" He gets up and wraps his arms around me pulling me close as he runs a hand through my long blonde hair. I shudder, as he twirls it in his fingers and runs it over my shoulders. I have a thing about my hair, I just love having people play with it. It is like my most sensitive area, almost anyway. He slowly breathes on my collarbone. I felt my legs turn to water, disappearing from me, this was his intended reaction so he lay me down on the bed and why I was here floods back to me. He gently eases down my skirt and tantalisingly slowly unties my top, allowing the cool material to sliver down my body. You see the reason I'm still playing along with this charade is that he is the best lover I've ever known. I sink into the bed as he plays with my bra and I let all consciousness leave me, melting into the moment.
I look at my watch and realise that I've been sat in this unfairly comfortable chair for ΒΌ of an hour. If I waited any longer he'd be really pissed, not that I cared much anymore. Slowly I rose from the chair, smoothing down my too short black skirt and grabbing my long black coat. Giving a bored sigh I stroll to the disgusting gold stairs. I don't want to touch the banister in case I too turn to gold, like a Midas effect. I shrink back from it, as I steadily ascend the stairway from hell. Someone walking down pushes me into it. I stifle a scream as the almost frozen metal brushes my bare belly, sending a sharp chill through my nerves. I could have hit the inconsiderate prick who pushed me when I saw an angry face watching me from the balcony, at the top of the stairs, leaning on the golden rail. I want to shout at him to get off, in case it kills him but I realise the look on his face means jokes aren't really appropriate. I almost turn and go back the way I came but I know that won't help so instead I trudge up the final few steps until I reach him. He just glares at me, before turning round and disappearing to his room. I groan and follow him.
I didn't see him again because he left twenty minutes later. I'd lost sight of him when Adam had cornered me to ask if I could set him up with Torrie. When I'd finally convinced him that I would try my best, he'd gone form his table and I couldn't see him anywhere. I went over to ask Glen if he'd seen him and Glen told me he'd gone. He again told me I was better than him but I ignored it. "So when are you gonna go?" Glen asked me "Trying to get rid of me?" "No, I just thought now he's gone." "I'll go when Torrie wants I guess, though she may not want to leave anytime soon." I glance at where she is giggling with Adam. "Actually I might go back by myself now" Glen looks at me for a moment then says "I'll give you a lift, come on" I glance over at Torrie before accepting his offer and following him out. When we get outside he smiles at me and says "You look gorgeous." "thank you, is there any reason you say that?" "Well, I doubt HE told you that" Glen says he with so much poison it shocks me. I glance over at him, as he climbs in the car. "What?" he asks "The poison?" "Oh, I don't like the guy, in fact I hate him! What else can I say?" "Why?" "Why what?" "Do you hate him?" "He's an arrogant prick who has so many people telling him how brilliant he is that his ego is bigger than he deserves." "Harsh" "Truth!" Glen tells me starting the car and reversing out the park. For a while we drove in silence but I was sure that there was underlying reasons for his comments. "Is that the only reason you hate him" "No, he will see that you adore him, use you to feed his monster ego then discard you when he feels like it!" "Ohh.you make it sound so analytical when you just hate him!" "Despise is a better word" At this point he leant over to turn the radio on. We drove back to the hotel sharing but a few words. When we pulled up outside the motel I climbed out, thanked Glen for the lift and kissed him on the cheek. I've always been like that, affectionate and happy to hug acquaintances without hidden meanings or ulterior motives. It was just the way I am but since I started this relationship I've stopped. I don't know why, I think its because he has scarred me but that could just be me!
I didn't see him for a week after that night because he was injured, and I didn't se Glen either. He seemed keen to stay away from me, but I didn't push him. When I finally spoke to Glen he told me that I should forget about my man and find someone else because I would never be happy with him. Glen was wrong because I was blissfully happy when I was with him for the first few weeks and after that the sex made me happy. In the long term though Glen was right, as you can tell I don't enjoy it anymore.
I knock on the door to room 69 and hear a deep voice call me in. I suppress the urge to just leave and open the door. "Hey Stacy" He smiles at me and I plaster a fake grin on my face as I say hi to him. I feel like saying lets get this over and done with but I know I shouldn't. "How are you?" I asked him, knowing that he likes to talk about himself. "Not so good, works tough and I'm tired, I was going to cancel tonight but I don't want you to be disappointed. "Oh how sweet" I say sarcastically but he misses the obvious edge and smiles at me "I know" He gets up and wraps his arms around me pulling me close as he runs a hand through my long blonde hair. I shudder, as he twirls it in his fingers and runs it over my shoulders. I have a thing about my hair, I just love having people play with it. It is like my most sensitive area, almost anyway. He slowly breathes on my collarbone. I felt my legs turn to water, disappearing from me, this was his intended reaction so he lay me down on the bed and why I was here floods back to me. He gently eases down my skirt and tantalisingly slowly unties my top, allowing the cool material to sliver down my body. You see the reason I'm still playing along with this charade is that he is the best lover I've ever known. I sink into the bed as he plays with my bra and I let all consciousness leave me, melting into the moment.
