Heather awoke with a start when loudly came a rapping at her hotel room door. She was sweating and more after her erotic dream, and the bodily fluids left an embarrassing stain on her bedsheets. She stood, taking having breaths just at the effort to stand, and opened the door.

Heather threw open the door, and glared at whomever had been rapping at it. The rapper in question, however, was either invisible or had run. Heather groaned and turned to retreat into her room. Seeing the bed a sticky, sweaty mess stopped her though. "Well, I might as well take a shower. It's not like whoever was here

There was no one there. Heather growled and prepared to shut the door, then stopped. Her gaze slowly turned to her sticky, sweaty bedsheets. 'Why not take a shower?' she thought. 'I could sure use one right about now'. She reasoned that even Alejandro had fallen asleep by now, and left the door to collect a few things.

Heather hadn't taken a midnight shower since her encounter with Alejandro about a week ago, and she was getting pretty sick of Courtney and the others' constant pranks during her 'Me Time'. Heather'd had her shampoo filled with pickle juice, soap carved with the word 'bitch', and, during one particularly bad prank, her clothes had even been stolen. Heather cringed, remembering running from the bathroom naked while everyone, including Alejandro, laughed at her her. Heather grabbed her bath kit and poked her head outside the door, checking to make sure he wasn't waiting outside for her. He-Alejandro-hadn't left Heather alone since their encounter, taking every possible chance to brush up against her, or to let his fingers ghost across the small of her back.

Heather wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Right now, it felt like a bad thing; she was in no mood to deal with his antics, and the never-ending arousal had Heather on edge as it was. There was no way she planned on letting Alejandro have his way with her, especially when she wasn't in control of herself.

She slipped inside the bathroom and shut the door slowly, being as quiet as possible. When she heard the small, satisfying click of the doorknob, she smiled and turned to find her favorite shower. The hotel, as mentioned before, was expensive and fancy, and thus had two person showers. Heather liked to sit in the bottom of those showers when and lie on her stomach so the constant pelting of the water would hit her back and give her a sort of massage.

Heather set her kit in the corner of the shower, near her head, and turned on the water, lying down and closing her eyes. She listened to the sounds of the water hitting her back and felt so peaceful... Except for that swirling! She groaned and sat up Indian style so the stream of water was now hitting against her most intimate place. She moaned quietly, hummed almost, and adjusted her body until there was a constant pressure on her clit. She let one hand go to her breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipples harshly, while the other made its way to her core. Her index finger stroked the labia, just barely slipping inside of herself with every pass. Finally, she was starting to feel like she had control over that swirling.

Alejandro watched Heather slip inside the bathroom and quickly approached the door once she'd completely disappeared inside. His plan had worked! He couldn't believe she'd actually thought a random knock on her door had nothing to do with him. He turned the knob.

But the door was locked.

He rolled his eyes and pulled a key from his pocket. Always one step ahead of his 'victims', Alejandro had convinced the janitor to give him her spare keys. He had predicted Heather would lock him out of her room, and out of any other room she entered alone, so he'd prepared for that very scenario. The lock clicked and clacked until the door sprang open with a dull creak. He smiled, and entered, shutting the door behind him.

He immediately heard Heather's frustrated mewling and labored moans. Curious, as any man would be, Alejandro removed his boots, which were far too loud for sneaking, and crept to the only occupied shower. He pushed aside the curtain just enough to peep inside, and bit his tongue to keep from crying out in surprise.

Heather was groaning and rubbing her lower lips with both hands now, eyes shut tightly. He was hypnotized by her the circles her thumb traced around her clit. As 'experienced' as the Spanish teen was, he'd never consciously watched a girl masturbate. The sight was more exciting than he'd expected, and he quickly felt the blood leaving his brain and traveling to another part of his body. He smirked and slipped out of his pajamas, joining Heather without skipping a beat.

Heather squirmed and twisted, trying as hard as she could to relieve herself of that horrible, aching need! She was completely oblivious to Alejandro's eyes on her, and probably wouldn't have minded if she knew. She was in another world. This is why she only groaned appreciatively when she felt large, soapy hands cupping her breasts. She opened her eyes and saw that it was none other than Alejandro. She fell back into his chest, feeling his erratic breathing and rippling muscles against her back. Just his short gasps massaged her back better than any water could.

Alejandro grabbed the bar soap from Heather's kit and continued kneading her breasts, working her nipples in a far softer and more pleasurable manor than the Asian girl had. He found himself panting and taking dripping mouthfuls of the skin at her neck once more. Every single of his five senses were tuned in to the girl he was fondling. He felt how his hands slid easily over her soft, wet skin. He saw the sensual, lacy patterns displayed on her breasts with soap bubbles. He smelled the floral soaps and oils he was rubbing all over her. He tasted her skin, which had an exotic flavor all its own. He smelled Heather's arousal mixing with his own and the soap to drive him crazy. Did this girl have any idea what she was going to him? His feelings...

He stopped. 'I can't allow myself to 'feel' anything,' he thought. He took a deep breath and put on his Poker Face, vowing to 'Do The Deed' and leave before he started feeling things he'd regret. This was all strategy to him, and he'd not let Heather ruin that, no matter how badly he wanted to let her.

Heather opened her eyes and whimpered when Alejandro left her, then froze when she saw where he'd fled to. He was hovering over her, the water from the shower head spraying his muscular back and dripping off his chest and landing on Heather. "Do you remember the word?" He whispered. She nodded and he straddled her. "Not going to use it."

"No," Heather replied. She was hardly paying attention though, as she'd been introduced to another fascinating aspect of this encounter. Alejandro's... thing.

It was soft, velvety in fact, but there was a definite hardness to it. It was rubbing against her, touching just above the perfectly groomed patch of curls framing her flower. She squirmed, finally ready to alleviate the discomfort in her lower belly. Alejandro moaned, eyes fluttering, then groaned and bit his lip. He couldn't let his emotions get in the way of his strategy!

He let his tip settle against her and he closed his eyes to lock away the feelings he was starting to have for Heather. This strategy, however, was no use, because the lack of sight only proved to increase his other senses, and when he thrust into her, the pleasure was beyond anything he'd ever felt. She was so tight, and heat radiated from her like a fucking oven. Her

Heather was, as he'd suspected, not a virgin. Heather had never had once before been involved in sex like this before. She'd always been in control, never the other way around. She'd always been the one on top, whether she was with a boy or a girl. Then again, she'd never been with anyone like Alejandro. She looked at him in wonder, letting her mouth hand open in a lazy attempt to gather the air her body so desperately needed. Alejandro was a God; a finely sculpted beauty devoid of any imperfections. His pupils were dilated, and his mouth hung open, like hers, while he licked his lips in the attempt to cover the fact he was drooling. It was disgusting to see that he was drooling, but at the same time so deliciously fascinating. How was it that she, with her various Challenge-induced bruises and bumps, could force this kind of reaction from such a perfectly fascinating creature?

Her vaginal walls clenched around him, which only served to please the two of them impossibly more, and Alejandro lost control. He was hard and demanding, grasping her hips in his calloused hands and rocking them closer to himself. Their moans and the sounds of wet skin smacking filled the rather large bathroom and they could care less who heard them.

But someone cared.

"What are you doing, Heather!" The two stopped, shocked, and looked up at Sierra in her nightie clutching a rather battered Cody plushie. Heather's eyes widened, unsure how to defend herself, while Alejandro just smirked.

"I am, as you can see, mi reina and I are busy trying to c-"

"I told you to stay away from her!" Sierra dropped her Cody plushie on the floor and Alejandro frowned, sliding out of Heather and back into the boxers next to Sierra's feet. Heather, feeling rather awkward and exposed, brought her knees up to her chest and scooted into the corner farthest from the two teens that had starred in her dreams earlier that night.

"And why were you peeking in on Heather's shower? I mean, you already said you are all for Cody." He smirked once more, motioning toward the abandoned Cody plushie.

Sierra grimaced, picking up the doll and hugging it so tightly his stuffed head almost popped right off. "I do not like Heather, and I know you don't really like her either!" She leaned close to him and stuck a finger in his face accusingly. "I know you're just trying to get her to fall in love with you so you can get rid of her, just like the others. You're just trying to get rid of your only real competition!"

A sliver of guilt flashed in Alejandro's eyes before he blinked it away and spoke. "Maybe. Maybe not. Heather is the most beautiful girl on the show..." He turned and lifted a hand to the sky, as if plucking an apple from a tree, sneaking an evil glance at Sierra while he did so.

Before she could stop herself, Sierra said: "Well, that much is obvious; she's hot!" The fangirl turned beat red and covered her mouth with both hands, Plushie Cody falling on the ground once more. She looked from Heather to Alejandro, then squeaked and ran from the room.

Alejandro maliciously grinned, then turned back to a very confused Heather.

"Stop," she whispered. He nodded, and left just as quickly as he'd come.

She sat alone, the swirling feeling now numbed by Sierra's confession, and wondered what to do next. She knew Alejandro was using her, but she loved it. She now also knew Sierra only put up with her sad attempts to control her because the fangirl had a crush on her, but Heather didn't want to touch that situation quite yet. She turned off the water, then looked at Plushie Cody, who was damp and covered in the filth that covered the tile floors. She smiled, wrapped a towel around the two of them, and started for her room. She had a lot of thinking to do. That, and she needed to return Sierra's Cody plushie to her.

Alejandro cussed and hit the door to his temporary room with as much force as her could. He left a nicely-sized dent, and his knuckles bled freely. The minor wounds stung, and he let them sting, prolonging the pain by flexing his hands. The pain was good; it reminded him that he'd done something wrong. Alejandro threw himself onto his bed and grasped his damp brown hair in his hands, nearly pulling it out. He hadn't been so angry at himself in years. "Mi reina? Why did you say that, you idiot!" He lectured himself. How could he have already thought up a nickname for her? Why couldn't he hide his feeling this time? Every time he'd started to feel something other than lust for a girl, he would be able to lock it away and forget about it after fucking her brains out, but Heather...

Was his chess set finally about to be complete? Had he truly found his Queen. "My Queen," he released his hair, a few strands falling out and sticking to his wet body. "Mi reina Heather." He laid back on his now-wet bed and, for once, allowed himself to fantasize about a girl. A beautiful, sexy, manipulative, and spiteful girl.

"Heather," He fell asleep with her name on his tongue and everything else about her on his mind.