Getting comfortable

Pete had never seen an honest to goodness chandelier in a hotel room before. The ambience of the room exuded romance from the bubbling spa hot tub in the corner of the room, the glass door sauna, the king size bed, the open sided walk in shower, the minibar, and the large sofa chase. The only private area was a toilet which had a small closet on the other side of the open shower. The floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city which glowed from the small twinkling lights below.

Hazel went to the mini fridge, grabbed three little bottles, and popped the top on a vodka single shot and down its contents. Her breasts bounced pleasantly as she flopped casually on the sofa.

"I feel like a piece of meat on a platter," she explained and tucked her legs underneath her.

The leg tucking motion absently hiked the little black dress higher up her thighs. Pete could almost see an ass cheek.

"Hazel, about earlier today," he started.

She cut him off, "you don't think I know what they call me? Bitch Hazel, the bull dyke."

She popped the top on a 100 proof rum and drained it with a sour face.

"No, I mean, I didn't.."

Hazel interrupted again, "it's not true you know. I'm not a lesbian. I mean, I can see why men like some women, but I'm not a dyke," she explained while downing a bluish mini bottle.

"Hear me out, those guys are dicks. I wasn't in their conversation," he explained quickly.

Hazel looked up at him with those cool blue eyes with a hint of sadness and mumbled, "I know, that's why I made sure you were presenting at the conference. I see how happy you look with your family. I knew if, if, well... I cancelled your room, I'd get the horny monkeys off my back."

As if on cue, a hopeful knock came at the door. After a minute, they tried the handle and then left.

"Fuck," she exclaimed in a whisper. "Pretend we're not here," she whispered in a girlish giggle. "These guys have been trying all night! I didn't pay for one drink this evening."

"Hazel, that's awful. I didn't know it was like that," Pete said in whispered sympathy.

"I know you are the one who looked at me the least like a sex doll in the office. Or, who I noticed the least," she finished in a playful tone. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't mind a look or two, but those other guys are creepy," she said in a sing song voice and casually knocked the strap off of her left shoulder.

The **** was catching up to her. Pete wasn't sure whether to give sympathy or attention at this point. The left top of her dress folded over as the strap fell revealing the top of her round cleavage.

He chuckled and gave a little of both, "yeah, those guys are dicks. Sorry they're like that. I mean, you are an attractive young woman after all. I mean, I'd be lying if I said I..." Pete trailed of thinking he might be taking this a bit to far. "Can I get one of those drinks?"

Hazel lept up, bare thigh now obscured from view. However, he was then presented with her bending over the mini fridge door. Shit! Hazel's ass made a perfect peach shape and the bottom of her ass cheeks peaked out playfully.

"They have vodka, bourbon, gin, and tequila!" She said while pulling out the mini bottles. "Oh, tequila makes my panties drop."

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop, "prove it!"

She giggled. "Well, they haven't dropped for tequila since college," she said while standing up and handed the bourbon and gin to Pete while covertly palming the mini bottle of tequila.

That went off better than he hoped and tried not to ogle her round cleavage held up by the little black dress. Pete popped the top off the gin and drained its contents. He started to get thick in his pants between the view and completely catching Hazel palm the tequila.

"Hazel, we have this presentation." Pete started. "I feel really good about it. Would it help if we went over it?"

"That's a great idea, but let's use this place since those perverts made me stay here," she said in a slightly clipped tone.

Pete swallowed, his brain was in too much of a dick fog and jumped to conclusions at what that meant. He swallowed hard.

"I say sauna, but you could talk me into the hot tub," she said with a coy smile.