Author's Note: This chapter contains strong sexual content...
Meanwhile, back in Dave's hotel room, Dave and Trish were all over each other. She pulled off his towel as he took off her muumuu. Somehow between the all of the kissing and fondling, they both made it to the bed, where Trish straddled Dave.
"How much time do we have?" Trish asked.
Dave looked at clock on the nightstand. "We have about 10 minutes."
"Can you do ten minutes?" Trish asked.
"I made you come in five, didn't I?" Dave smirked.
Trish thought about the video shoot. "Well, I guess I owe you one, don't I?" She then nudged Dave back on the bed and proceeded to give him oral.
Dave rolled his eyes to the back of his head as he just let Trish enjoy him. Because Dave was more than blessed in terms of girth and length, Trish was not about to attempt to deep-throat. Instead, she took all that she could and used long, careful strokes with her mouth. She let her tongue flick his shaft lightly before she swallowed him whole again. Every so often, her mouth would make sucking noises and that just further drove Dave insane.
Dave looked at the room clock again. There was only five minutes left and he didn't want to waste another second. "Mmm….that's enough, baby. Climb on top."
Trish stopped and slid her body on top of Dave. "In case you want to go raw, I'm on birth control."
"Let's go raw." Dave guided Trish down on his shaft.
The pair immediately moaned as the intense feeling they both experienced felt ever so hot. There wasn't much time for passion as Dave rocked Trish back and forth. She laid down on top of Dave as he continued to hold her. Their tongues were playing while they moaned against each other's hot flesh. It was not too long before Trish climaxed and Dave soon followed suit.
But there was no time for warm embraces or longing kisses for Dave hurried to put on some clothing and for Trish to re-dress. Trish was just about finished straightening out her wig when Dave walked over to her and stood behind her in the mirror.
"When can I see you again?" He asked as he kissed her neck.
"Dave…" Trish whispered.
"Do you honestly believe that there is only sex between us? Trish, I felt something last night…"
"Oh, you felt a lot of things last night." Trish interrupted.
Dave smiled. "Trish, from the day we met there has always been a connection. We wanted each other and the feeling is more than mutual. And I know you feel it too."
Trish smiled back but her eyes were interrupted by the glimmer of the sunlight shining on Dave's wedding band. So much for no-strings attached, eh? "We'll have to see what happens, Dave."
Dave nodded. "Fair enough." He gathered his belongings and opened the room door. He looked down the hallway to make sure that the coast was clear, and motioned Trish to leave.
"I'll see you later." He told her as she hobbled down the hall with her cane.
"Later." Trish answered back.
As Dave closed his door and collected his items for the day, he heard a knocking. He thought it was Trish forgetting something again and was about to greet her.
"I knew you must've…oh, hi guys." Dave said.
"You knew we must've, what?" Paul smiled.
"I knew you must've remembered to show me around." Dave covered up.
Ric smiled. "Um hmm. Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, let me just get my bag and I'm ready." Dave went back inside his room.
"Should we let him know that we know?" Ric asked.
"Nah, let's make him squirm for a minute." Paul suggested.
Dave appeared out of his room, less than a minute later. "Ready?"
"Yeah, we are." Paul nodded.
As the men proceeded to walk down the hall, Paul made a quick glance over to Ric. "So Dave, what type of women are you into?"
"What type of women I'm into? Well, smart, funny, physically fit. Why do you ask?" Dave asked.
"Oh, just wondering." Ric tried to contain his laughter.
Dave gave Ric a questionable look. "Okay."
"Say, Dave…I know you like all types of women but do bag ladies do it for ya?" Paul smiled.
Dave was getting more confused by the questioning. "What the hell?"
"You know? The type that, gee, I don't know…carry canes…"
"Wearing muumuus…"Ric interjected.
"..Have a god-awful limp." Paul smiled.
Dave put his head down in embarrassment. "Okay, so you caught me. There, are you happy?"
"I'll be more happy if you just come out with it, Dave. I know who it is, I just want you to say it." Paul kept on.
There's no point of denying it now. "I slept with Trish last night."
"Just last night?" Ric asked.
"And a few minutes ago." Dave smiled.
"That's my boy." Paul slapped Dave on his back. "Do I need to ask how she is in bed?"
"You wouldn't believe the tricks she does…" Dave started to say.
"The tricks who does?" Stephanie's voice was heard around the corner. She greeted all three men with a smile. "Which hoochie are you talking about now, Dave?"
Paul and Ric had scared expressions on their faces as they looked at their close friend. Meanwhile, Dave was struggling to find the right lie to come out of his mouth.