Join her for a drink

She was hot (waaaaaay out of my league), and she was offering free and much better ****. She smiled, knowing that she made an offer I couldn’t refuse. I said, “Lead the way. You seem like much better company.”

She walked, and I followed her down the hall. As we stood waiting for the elevator, she said, “You look familiar. Were you at the engagement party.”

Shit. She probably remembered me from the bachelor party, and my slimmest of disguises. I replied, “No. I flew in from Colorado. I knew Jess from when she worked in Maine.”

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, “Uh huh.” The elevator opened and we got in. She leaned against the wall, “So you flew all this way by yourself to come to her wedding. You must be in love with her.”

I scoffed, “No. I have a girlfriend. I wasn’t allowed a plus one.”

“You have a girlfriend, and you’re coming back to my room just to have a drink, right,” she exited the elevator, and I followed her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body in her tight dress. I couldn’t believe a girl this hot was inviting me to her room. I just went. Nothing could possibly happen. She was way too hot for me.

Once in her room, she broke out the plastic cups the hotel provided. She went to her bag, and pulled out an unopened bottle of bourbon. She said, “This is much better than what’s downstairs.”

She poured me some into the cup, and we cheers’d. I down mine and like a shot and sit down on the bed. She savored hers. She laughed, “Yeah you’re definitely in love with Jess if you’re drinking like that.”

“I’m not in love with Jess,” I weakly countered. “We’ve never dated. And as you said, she can be a bitch.”

Taking a slow sip, Caitlyn asked, “How was she a bitch to you?”

Shit. My mind had to search for the answer that wasn’t obvious. She dated Brent who was an asshole, but that didn’t make her a bitch to me. Uh she didn’t kiss me when I made the first move and made me feel like an idiot. Shit. I finally replied, “She said I couldn’t have a plus one, when she knew I had a girlfriend I wanted to bring.”

She walked over to me. She leaned in, bringing her enhanced tits dangerously close to my face. Her hand combed my hair, and held it back from my face. Holding it, she looked at me, and smiled, “I can think of an instance she was a way bigger bitch to you.” She glanced around. “I wish I had a shitty plastic mask to put on your face.”

“What are you talking about?” I acted dumb.

“Oh shut it. You were the stripper at her bachelorette party. Same face and body. Plus you’re friends with Meg. Not too hard to figure out.” She let go of my hair, “You do look better when you’re not awkwardly dancing in front of 10 women.”

I held out my cup, “You’re going to have to pour me another one if you’re going to bring up that memory.”

She laughed, and poured me some more whiskey.

I asked, “Was I really that bad?”

“You were really bad, but you didn’t deserve her treatment. I thought you were cute, and was excited to see your body despite the worst dancing I’d ever seen.” She laughed and poured herself some more.

I downed my drink. “I went in so unprepared. I should’ve practiced. Wait. You thought I was cute?”

She giggled again, “I still think you’re cute. And I’m still disappointed you never finished your strip tease.” She placed her hand on my thigh.

“I’m going to need at least one more shot, and some decent music if you want me to strip,” I joked.

Her hand squeezed my thigh, “That’s an easy request to fulfill.”