A Look Around The Hotel, Part 2

Room 417

“Damn! Stay frosty, boys,” Samson O’Dell ordered as he immediately pulled back from the center of the room.

“It’s a setup,” Reed Swift announced needlessly. He stared down at the mannequin sitting in the chair.

“No shit. Dammit, I should’ve known the intel was skimpy for a reason,” Samson cursed himself. As squad leader, he usually gave off an air of cool confidence. Yet, something felt wrong. Really, really wrong. Rumors raced around the internet of dangerous surprises in the new game. Maybe he should’ve read those spoilers.

The two thirteen-year-olds were playing the latest edition of a popular first-person shooter game. It was the eighth game in the series. Although they were the only two boys in the hotel room, their team consisted of the usual six members, with one more regular missing. Their current mission had been to infiltrate an enemy building to capture and extract a traitorous scientist. However, after moving up two stairways in teams of three to the top floor, they discovered the scientist didn’t exist.

“The skylight!” Gerrit Ascher shouted, his voice filled with its usual panic.

The glass shattered as multiple individuals leaped down into the room.

“Outta the way, Gerry,” Declan Gibble ordered, stepping in front of his teammate to blow a hole into one of the new arrivals with his shotgun.

“Blasted Yosh. This is why we need our sniper here to cover us,” Sammy complained, letting off a burst from his AK. A fan of 1980s action films, he preferred the classic guns from that era.

Then Sammy's eyes narrowed as he took a moment to study their enemy. They didn't wear The Regime's military gear nor the black stealth uniforms of Wetwork 13. No, these men wore red uniforms. The same red outfits not seen since game number four. That meant they were—

“Ninjas!” Sammy yelled simultaneously as a sword sliced through the end of Reed’s light-machine gun.

Ramsey moaned as she folded the pillow over her head further in an attempt to block out her cousin and his friend. Face down on the opposite bed, she still couldn’t believe her uncle and aunt allowed Reed to hook his game equipment up to the hotel room’s television while the O’Dells dropped off a fairly decent-sized monitor. Nor did she want to know how much internet usage was free and how much wasn’t. They must have really wanted a night alone.

As if their constant chatter and shouting weren't enough. Ramsey couldn't turn her brain off. She replayed everything from the night. The sudden candidacy announcements, the allegations against District Attorney Stratton, the chaos out in front of the Witzler, her discovery and tailing of a suspect, getting captured inside the Penalty Pub, her rescue, and finally, her grounding. On top of all that, Daisy had taken Sammy off on a secret mission for about half an hour. When he'd returned, the youngest O'Dell sibling wore a shit-eating grin because he knew something that Ramsey didn't.

“What the–Cecil, you can’t use your grenade launcher in the hallway!” Sammy screamed.

“Because you’ll kill us!” Reed added.

“We’re dead. We’re so dead,” Gerry chanted, shooting over his shoulder as they turned to race away from the stairway after more ninjas appeared in the doorway. The thirteen-year-old wasn’t allowed by his friends to use any weapons with more firepower based on past friendly fire incidents.

“Deck, stop your brother. I don’t care how,” Sammy shot back after the question. “Grab his controller. Well, his bedroom is just across the hallway from yours. Crap. Forget any of the stairs. Head to the elevator.”

“Banjo’s already on it,” Reed noted as their sixth squad member pulled out his crowbar to pry open the elevator doors.

“I don’t know why we allowed a ten-year-old into our team,” Sammy grumbled about Cecil Gibble.

“He’s good at destruction?” Reed chimed in.

Ramsey squeezed the pillow tighter around her ears. She'd never get to sleep at this rate. Sighing, she flipped open the mental notebook inside her brain. With a pencil sharp and ready, the student newspaper editor began to go over her notes from earlier in the night. The junior reporter added what she'd learned in the aftermath to her live notes with slight tweaks.

Agenda: Learn more about the Klackhurst Gang’s organizational chart, typical rackets, and any past involvement in local politics. Goal: Find a provable connection between the Klackhurst associate I followed and the Rusk/Laffont campaigns.

“You can’t be afraid of heights! It’s not real!” Reed yelled. “Look, Ce doesn’t care.”

“Not this again,” Sammy groaned, watching one friend freeze up as their youngest squad member did a swan dive. “Gerry, do you want to get impaled by a sword or rappel down the elevator shaft? Those are the only two options.”

Ramsey kicked at the covers in a motion for them to shut up. The two boys didn't notice. Instead, she attempted to bring her reporter mode back up. Note: Follow the upcoming trial involving a Klackhurst family member. It may prove educational.

To-Do List: 1) Gain access to the Daily Flyer’s morgue if possible/unwatched. Backup option: Stock Library’s newspaper archives.

2) Evaluate potential sources for background information. Grandpa Rollie? He may not help if Mom complains loud enough about my activities tonight. Dahlia Abbott? The historical society’s information may be too outdated. However, Mrs. Abbott does like to chat. Brandy Fallon? She appeared informed enough to find me and the criminals recognized her. Would Ms. Graff help facilitate a meeting? Seamus Fallon? I have limited knowledge of his past encounters with the–Crap! My reputation truly is going to take a hit from the name misunderstanding. Seamus. Sean. I can’t believe I did that. Would he be willing to help me after hurting his feelings? Undetermined.

3) Ask Odette for anything she knows and possibly to help with technical supp–Delete, Delete, Delete! Do not ask Odie for any help. No shortcuts, Rammy.

“Damn, Reed’s cuz has one fine ass.”

Ramsey shoved the pillow off her head while she turned around to glare at Sammy.

While that happened, her little cousin yelled at his best friend.

“Nah, her pajamas bunched up against it. They’re showing those cheeks off nicely,” Sammy narrated before pausing to listen. “Hey, don’t talk about Lilah’s butt! Because sisters are off limits!”

Checking, Ramsey found herself horrified. She'd wholly kicked the blanket off while stressing over her next big story. And in the process, her pajama bottoms had become trapped under her to tighten against her body.

“Delilah is going to hear about this, Samson. I mean it!” Rammy vowed, loosening her PJs before yanking the blanket over her again. “You’re in for a heap full of trouble.”

“What?! Hell no, Deck. You and your brother better not say shit about this to Zoey,” Sammy warned. “Because your cousin is my goddess.”

“Whoa!” Reed sounded as a pair of large metal doors slid shut behind them.

After rappelling down the elevator shaft, the squad had been surprised by the lack of an elevator car at the bottom. Instead, they found a hole in the side of the wall that led to the sewers. With little choice, they’d moved into the foul-looking cavern. And now an ominous voice sounded on the hidden speakers. The voice detailed their real mission and what to expect.

“It…it can’t be. The Gamesmaster died three games ago. He was the final boss!” Reed exclaimed in disbelief.

“We’re doomed. Doomed!” Gerry squealed in panic, loud enough that even Ramsey heard him through the two boys’ headsets.

“Calm down,” Sammy ordered. “Clearly, The Gamesmaster is not dead, or this is a new one.”

“They can do that?!”

"Did you listen to what he just said? Three other squads are in these tunnels, and we must fight each other. So get ready and stop acting like a bunch of bitches," their squad leader snapped.

“We got movement,” Banjo announced, staring down at the motion scanner’s screen. “Northwest tunnel.”

Zoning out, Ramsey found herself watching both the television and the computer monitor. She saw the two boys’ viewpoints shift to the left as they pulled out their favorite weapons. Samson asked for further information.

“Not sure, boss. The movements look weird. I…I don’t think this is another group of players,” Banjo speculated.

“Great. Deck.” Sammy only needed to say his name for Declan Gibble to step forward.

Favoring up-close and personal weapons, the thirteen-year-old pulled out a sawed-off shotgun. With arguably the quickest reflexes and nerves of steel in his group, Declan didn’t flinch when something unexpected appeared in front of him. He just pulled the trigger and blasted it to smithereens.

But one new enemy didn’t just appear. They appeared everywhere in the sewer tunnel. They hopped through the disgusting sludge. They raced along the sides of the tunnel. And they crawled on the ceiling.

“Robot spiders!” Reed screamed as Ramsey watched the screen light up from the muzzle flashes.

“They’re on me!”

“No, they’re not, Gerry!” Sammy clarified, shooting the lone robot off his panicky friend. “Cecil, this is when you use your launcher. Blow that tunnel to kingdom come.”

“Yoshio is so getting yelled at for this in the morning,” Reed complained about their missing friend. “We’re going to die without him.”

“I’m too young to die today,” Samson declared with bravado, watching as Gerry fell into the sewer water with another robot spider on top of him.

If Whitney hears about this, I’ll never hear the end of it. “Oh, Rammy. Did you have to play video games as punishment, too? My dad would never ground me, and I do crazy, illegal acts all the time.” And her wild friend would likely throw in a disgusting comment about Ramsey staying in a hotel room with two boys and not having a three-way as she would.

Rolling her eyes at the young teens, Ramsey wrapped the blanket firmly around her. Then, she turned around and pulled the pillows back over her ears. The new year wasn’t starting out with the right kind of bangs for her.

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Room 602

Smacking sounds filled the hotel room. They came from the sound of skin slapping against skin at one end and lips smacking around a decent-sized phallus at the other. The teen standing at the foot of the bed wore a fully confident smirk. He knew this day would come. He was fucking a milf that he’d just met. Or was she merely a cougar? As if I fucking care!

Facing the first teen, another young man sat on the bed with an expression of awe and disbelief. He couldn’t help but alternate between his standing friend and the woman beneath him with her mouth around his dick. How did his night’s highs and lows come to this strange point? This is insane! Pure insanity! How the hell did I end up fucking a hot-ass woman old enough to be my mom? Uh, well, she is my mom's old friend, and she's kind of mean, but this is crazy!

While he stood pumping his cock in and out of the mature pussy at his regular pace, Oscar had one hand clinched the platinum blonde's fit ass. He couldn't believe it when Austin whispered earlier that she was an old friend of his mom's. Actually, Oscar Vargas could believe it. Miranda Rusk was one fine woman. The kind of woman he'd love to have in this position. Yet, out of loyalty to his friend, this type of scene with that other hot blonde would only exist in his fantasies. Now, her other friend, Beyza's mom, could be a strong possibility. His left hand ran along her sweaty, pale back before reaching down occasionally to fondle her perky tits.

Austin's part of the fun included a world-class blowjob while infrequently pushing forward. The shock of Kimberly telling him to invite his friends up to join them hadn’t worn off quite yet. If he could’ve been shocked further, Austin would’ve after Kimberly expressed her displeasure after he only invited Oscar up and not The Brawny Boys as well. She’d rolled her eyes at Austin’s insistence that they were dumb brutes and Oscar’s bragging that he could out-fuck all three combined.

In the middle of the threesome, Kimberly’s eyes were closed, but her hips were pumping back and forth against Oscar’s cock while her mouth did the same on Austin’s dick. Her attitude didn’t come across as demanding or angry as usual. No, her movements felt languid or almost bored. The increasing lack of energy or enthusiasm should’ve alerted Austin at least to the approaching trouble.

“I’m starting to think all Honey Hollow football players have turned hopeless. You two are about as pathetic as your ex-teammate I fucked the other night. No wonder Harvey’s girl dumped his ass for that bitch’s son.”

After pulling off Austin's cock, Kimberly's biting words caused Oscar to slow down to a stop. He looked up at his friend in confusion over her poor review of their bedroom skills and the identity of the guy she was talking about.

“Owen? Owen fucked you last night?” Austin sputtered in disbelief.

“No, Owen didn’t fuck me. I fucked him,” Kimberly spat back.

"Damn, he really was with Whitney?" Oscar questioned, thinking that it had all been a joke.

“That little brat isn’t here; I am!” the cougar snarled over her shoulder. Then, she softened her tone slightly. “Look, I have two handsome young men with rock-hard cocks. I should be having a blast. Unfortunately, you two don’t have a clue how to work in tandem. What position do you play?”

"Uh, running back," Oscar replied, glancing at Austin with a what-the-fuck look.

"Isn't that interesting? The running back appears to have more of a clue about how to run a play than his quarterback. Is this your second rodeo?" Kimberly asked.

Austin opened his mouth to defend himself, only for it to drop down in shock as Oscar revealed this was his second threesome with two guys and a girl.

“What? When? With who?” the quarterback rattled off.

"Save the gossip for tomorrow, ladies," Kimberly directed, returning her attention to Austin.

Reaching forward, her hand grabbed hold of the teen's balls. Kimberly stared hard at Austin with murderous intent behind those eyes. While doing so, she tightened her grip, digging her long fingernails into his sensitive member. The intense pain caused him to wince and close his eyes. It also led Oscar to chuckle.

"I wouldn't get cocky, ballboy," Kimberly shot over her should at Oscar. "While you're not a complete rookie, you still have rookie status with those half-ass skills. If you two can't splitroast a woman properly, how are you going to progress to DPing her?"

Austin rocked back on his heels at the implication of her words. She wants us to fuck…her ass?

“Hey, lady, it was you that begged for this cock to come up here,” Oscar pointed out, growing tired of the insults.

His friend’s pride didn’t help Austin as the platinum blonde’s grip tightened further with her rising annoyance.

"Maybe I should've invited your three dumb friends instead of you two in my bed. Even oafs can follow orders without talking back," Kimberly proclaimed. "It's easy. You push in simultaneously and pull out the same. It's not rocket science!"

With her shout, Austin squealed at his agony. He worried that her nails drew blood. They might've, but his noise drew the bitter woman's wrath.

“And you! How pathetic are you? First, you can’t fuck worth shit. All you can do is stab at a pussy. You were the star quarterback, for fuck sake! In my day, the starting quarterback was a damn stud who had the two biggest sluts in the school fighting over him. Did sweet little Lacey boss you around in bed?”

Kimberly’s relentless rant even caused Oscar to wince in sympathetic pain for his close friend.

“Second, you’re supposed to treat me like a piece of meat. Not lay back for me to blow you. Fuck my face, boy. Fuck it like the way you hate me right now!” Finished striking at Austin’s self-esteem for now, the older woman turned to the other half of her expected fun. "And what about you, Mister Not-Quite-A-Rookie? Are you going to fuck me? Or are you going to just push that dick of yours inside and out of me? Where’s your competitive fire? Show your clueless friend that you fuck better than him!”

“Uh, you sure you’re safe?” Oscar dared to ask. I’m not knocking up or catching something from this psycho. “Maybe I should grab a condom.”

Austin’s demeanor went from frightened to scared shitless as the possible consequences finally dawned on him.

“I’m clean, and you don’t need to worry about that,” Kimberly stated.

“Huh?” Oscar sounded.

“I can’t have kids. Understand? Good. Now shove that cock into my cunt.”

As an answer, Oscar pulled his hips back and slapped them forward, slicing into her evil cunt. It was a powerful thrust that he felt proud of. It caused Kimberly to close her gray eyes while her head snapped back in the air momentarily. Then, those eyes opened like a horror film's villain in Austin's mind before she turned to stare at Oscar while licking her lips.

"Oh, so you are going to fuck me. Is that cock of yours big enough to go deep like I need it? Fuck me hard and fast. I want to be screaming like a banshee. I want the whole floor to hear me until they call in complaints. Do you boys want that? Do you want your friends and family to catch us fucking? No, you'd don't, Austin? Then do your fucking job right and fuck my mouth with your cock in the proper motion! Make me gag on your only okay dick."

Gulping, Austin leaned forward to shove his dick into the awful woman's mouth…and he missed. Oscar's eyebrows shot up as he realized that Austin connected his cockhead with Kimberly's cheek. A slight amount of relief followed as Austin bit his tongue to stop his apology before pushing correctly in her mouth on the second attempt.

It was going to be a long, stressful night.

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Executive Suite 803

After the third round of knocking, the door opened slightly to reveal loud music and a stocky teen with shoulder-length brown hair. His green eyes twinkled as he smiled at the newcomer.

“Yes?”

“I’m here for the party,” Dillon Barrow stated, his head weaving this way and that way to see around the stocky teen.

“Party? There’s no party here,” the teen declared, giving a half-ass glance around each of his shoulders. “Nope. No party.”

“Don’t lie to me…uh…ah…Abner! I can see the drinking games at the table and hear the music. Besides, I’m looking straight at Jewel Romer…Jewel! Hello, Jewel, over here!” Dillon waved, hoping to capture the busty brunette’s attention. When Kessler moved to block his view, the congressman’s arrogant nephew shifted his head only to find that Jewel had vanished from view.

“No, I don’t know of any Jewel. And those people? They’re discussing current events, not playing Flip Cup or Kings.”

“Excuse me,” a voice sounded behind Dillon. Surprised at the interruption, the college student automatically stepped back to allow the young man in front of him.

“Hey, Kessler. Is my cousin here?”

“Nope, that shitbird ain’t here, but Bobby is under somebody over by the couch,” Kessler responded, opening the door a slight bit and lifting his arm. “C’mon in, Danforth.”

When Barrow attempted to follow Kieran into the room, he found Kessler's arm blocking him. Finally reaching his limit, Dillon raised his voice, bringing Quilla to her suite's door.

“Oh, hey, Dillon,” the redhead greeted tepidly. “What do you want?”

“Ah, Quilla, it’s wonderful to see you once again. I was hoping to speak to Sienna, but this Neanderthal claims this isn’t a party,” Dillon explained, seeking the blonde that he considered his perfect trophy wife in the near future.

“Damn, you really don’t know Sienna at all, do you?” Quilla scoffed. “She’d only show up to one of my parties if Fletcher tricked her into it, and I wouldn’t let him in this door. So have a nice rest of your night.”

“Wait, so you are having a party? No? But what’s with all these guys?” Dillon demanded to know.

“The guys?” Quilla repeated before leaning forward to fake whisper. “Cheyenne is in a group sex phase right now. I know, it’s not healthy.”

With that, Kessler shut the door in Dillon's face, but not before he heard Cheyenne's indignant shout over the music.

"And that's why you check the peephole first," Kessler proclaimed, glaring at Jayden Cooke, who sat at the dining room table while playing a card game.

“Is it safe to come out?” Jewel asked from her hiding spot behind the same table.

Several people responded with nos until Reece Kittle overruled them.

Quilla's executive suite afterparty was in full swing. Approximately forty people filled its rooms. Besides Jayden, the dining table consisted of his teammate Tyler Blick, college freshmen Jordan Yegge, Violet Fitch, Honey Yarwood, and Yanet Fuentes. Jordan's younger brother Jesse stood near the table discussing baseball with his best friend, Digg Digby and Jake Schaefer. From Blackbridge, Jake didn't appear thrown off by his good friend Penn Wexler's disappearance, which left him alone in a slightly unfamiliar town. Aware that Bianca had slipped off with Penn, her loyal follower Jasmine Fadel hovered by Jake's side.

A truce existed at the table between Yanet and the two ex-Sugarbees. The former cheerleader found common ground with Violet and Honey as they watched two Guzzle Crossing dancers intrude on the dance floor. The two Jennets currently danced with Lex Rogers in a sandwich. They’d manage to steal Lex away from local volleyball players Claudia Cork and Brennah Karpinksi.

Yet, the star attraction on the makeshift dance floor came in a trio of twenty-one-year-old coeds. Kiki Heeter and Ariana Lago put on a clinic with their sultry dance competition. Nearly every unoccupied male eye followed their shakes and shimmies with interest. Their tongues even wagged whenever Zaylie Dunday occasionally joined her housemate in a teasing manner.

The only men not gawking at the sexy sights were those lip-locked with other party-goers on the couches and chairs. Poor, suffering Wilbur Winkie looked and felt awkward as he sat in one of the middle couch seats as girls on each side sat on a guy’s lap with their tongues swapping spit. Only thanks to the sympathetic hearts of Loren and Rowan Rogers did Winkie get pulled off the couch and onto the dance floor. He lasted two trip-filled songs before sitting down in a chair.

“Well, where is Palmer?” Kieran questioned one-half of a couple who’d been sitting next to Winkie. “Answer me, Bobby! I can’t go home and deal with my aunt asking questions.”

“I told you that I don’t know! Palmer said he had something lined up and left,” Bobby replied. He shot a dirty look at Kieran as an angry Kelly Nomura hopped off his lap to storm away.

“This is so cool! I’ve never been to a college party,” Brynn Baccaro gushed.

“Really?” Kaia Underwood responded. Although not friends yet, Kaia knew Brynn slightly from several classes at Breakwater University. That connection had led them to gravitate to each other’s side during the charity ball.

"I don't think this is really a college party," Kelsey, Kaia's little sister, stated.

“I wouldn’t know,” the drunk Brynn giggled. “My mom never lets me do anything like this. I’m going to thank Peyton a hundred times tomorrow for introducing me around and providing such a sweet chaperone.”

“A handsome one at that,” Kaia added, her gaze roaming up and down Reece Kittle once again.

Although unlikely to ever fulfill their Romeo and Juliet-type romance because of their feuding best friends, Reece still jumped at the chance to help Peyton. When his forbidden crush explained the circumstances of Brynn's mother, Reece felt a strong responsibility to keep an eye on the naive girl for the busy blonde. That Brynn's shyness reminded him somewhat of Rylee's only added to his protective attitude as he warned off several guys he knew had ill intentions.

Suddenly, Reece felt a hand grab his cock through his pants as a frustrated and very drunk ex-cheer captain made her move.

“Wanna find a bedroom?” Kelly slurred, rubbing her body up against Reece’s.

“Sorry, Kelly, I have to get up early in the morning,” Reece declined politely before turning to face the trio. “It looks like it’s time to turn in if that’s okay with you girls.”

Shocked at Kelly's blatant behavior, Brynn nodded in agreement as Jewel joined them in departing. Reece's exit didn't go unnoticed, with Kiki, Zaylie, and Ariana feeling especially disappointed at missing out on the handsome young man tonight.

It wasn't Kelly's grope that sparked the afterparty's breakup. That came when Molly McSweeney claimed the first man and bedroom as she hustled away with Charlie Cork. Immediately, Lux Chaumont reacted by racing over to pound on the door.

“Dammit, McSweeney. That’s my fucking room!” Lux screamed. The high-strung actress continued until Cheyenne offered to share the other bedroom with her close friend. “Not if you bring a guy in there.”

“What a slut,” Claudia commented, standing near the dining table to peer down the short hallway.

"I know! What's up with Molly…and Kelly too? Is there something in the water down at Breakwater? Should we be worried about Aliyah?" Honey rattled off tipsily.

“I have no clue,” Yanet responded. “I could’ve maybe seen Molly going through this phase, not Kelly. She was always super focused on school and unbelievably peppy.”

“Tell me about it,” Violet groaned. As last year’s Sugarbee captain, she’d been stuck with Kelly as her cheer rival. For a dancer looking forward to that rivalry, she’d been utterly disappointed as Kelly only cared about raising school spirit.

“Uh, I was talking about my cousin,” Claudia clarified. “Charlie is such a male slut.”

“Anybody get any footage?” Yanet queried. “I bet Fletch would love to see that.”

“Where is Fletcher?” Brennah inquired, getting shrugs in response.

“I don’t know about that, but I’m getting this,” Honey added, holding up her camera as Kelly slunk over to the closed door with Bobby in tow.

The group at the table watched as she tapped, whispered, and finally begged Molly to let them inside. Eventually, the door opened long enough to let the pair slide inside and close before Lux could race back over to evict all of them.

“I wonder if Kelly will even realize she had the swiftest fuck possible,” Violet remarked, well aware of Bobby’s quick trigger.

“I think I’ve had enough. I’m beat,” Yanet announced, standing up and stretching.

Violet and Honey shared a look before saying the same.

"Argh! I should probably stop downstairs at that impromptu sleepover," Yanet added as several others joined the three girls in leaving. "Tino will bitch up a storm in the morning if he learns I never checked to see if YoYo is actually down there. I mean, she's not that wild yet."

As her party dropped by almost half within minutes, Quilla decided to lock in her fun for the night. She quickly deposed the two Guzzle Crossing dancers by tugging Lex away from them. Her tug brought Lex's ear close to her mouth.

“Hmm, Lexington? Isn’t that an interesting name for such an intriguing guy?” Quilla whispered into his ear. “The Golphin sisters talk, and I listen. The word at Thornapple Academy is that you’re a nice guy with a reputation worth boasting about.”

“That’s strange. I’ve heard similar things about the lovely Quilla, except for the nice part,” Lex responded with a smirk.

"Oh, I like you," the redhead shot back with a Cheshire grin. "Executive Suites don't have a hot tub like the Penthouse, but they have a splendid Jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom. Care to join me?"

“I didn’t bring any swim trunks.”

“You won’t need any for the dip I have in mind,” Quilla replied, already walking away.

A brief, wordless glance brought over her co-best friend. Without Quilla even stopping, Cheyenne reached over to unzip the back of the ginger’s dress. Then, still walking, Quilla’s dress slid off her incredible figure, pooling on the hallway floor to reveal only a pair of skimpy panties.

“Are you cuming in my neighborhood, Mr. Rogers?” Quilla asked breathlessly over her shoulder before entering the master bedroom.

The hotel suite went dead silent until two events happened. First, Winkie slid off his chair onto the floor, leading Loren and Rowan to help him up before escorting him out of the suite to keep him safe. Next, the girls' brother snapped out of his daze to hurry after Quilla.

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Room (Redacted)

The young man gently touched her long, tan legs and caressed her firm, medium-sized breasts. As his hands made several passes along her skin, he unwittingly ran his fingers past several sensitive spots.

“Oooh, that tickles,” Brandy Fallon giggled, sounding entirely unlike herself.

Her holiday lover's fuzzy brain scrambled to recognize the blonde's condition, which he didn't realize he shared.

“Are you drunk?”

“This Brandy had a bit too much tequila,” the golden blonde giggled again before pushing his head down to her chest. There, her nipples stood firm, aching to be sucked.

Shifting to all fours, the young man hovered over his older lover, planting soft kisses on her body and licking her breasts. As he did so, Brandy’s hands roamed, too. They felt the muscles in his arms, slid across his slightly defined abs, and eventually found her true desire. Holding his cock, Brandy felt like she’d hit the jackpot for ringing in the new year. Deft fingers sized up its length and girth.

The handiwork caused him to raise his head, allowing Brandy to see the desire in his blue eyes. Suddenly, with a **** that surprised him, she flipped them around, pushing him onto his back as she settled astride his legs. With her blonde hair disheveled, she took his long cock into her hands. First, one hand stroked his pulsing member. Then, a second joined in on the fun, one hand over the other. All the while, her eyes were trained on his.

“Hmm, I think you need to catch up with me, and I have the perfect drink,” Brandy said, all traces of the giggling woman gone. Now, she spoke with her usual brand of mischievousness.

Performing a spin that showed off her old cheerleader skills, Brandy faced away from her late-night lover. Backing up and bending forward, she spread her long legs to let her pussy come into view. Underneath the wild blonde, her younger lover admired the beautiful scenery in the moonlight. She'd assumed the ideally spread position for him to admire her breathtaking pussy. An impatient hiss alerted him to what would be in store for him until dawn's early light. So, he didn't make her wait any longer.

His hands found their way between those splayed legs, sliding up the smooth, flawless skin of her inner thighs. His fingers slowly felt their way upward to find her warm, wet lips. She was on fire, dripping with desire. His talented digits slide between the velvety folds.

He massaged her labia and then slid his long, slender finger deep inside her. A gasp sounded above him. Then, he pulled his finger out, retraced her lower lips, and then continued the soft pattern as if a plane waiting to land. His tantalizing touch came off as gentle and tender.

I’ll need to change that. I’m not looking for romance, buddy, Brandy thought.

Despite her tipsiness, Brandy stroked his cock expertly, making his head spin. Forming a ring with her thumb and index finger, she repeatedly slid it over the tip. Once Brandy figured he'd been driven crazy with need, she lowered her face until it was a mere inch from his cockhead. Then, she licked the tender underside. A dab of precum oozed out of his slit. She licked it off with relish.

Next, Brandy moved to take her toy's tip between her lips, gliding her tongue over and around the sensitive skin. The pleasurable feeling caused his body to squirm while he moaned. Although the soused woman's movements were a bit herky-jerky, he didn't notice. With one hand stroking his stiff shaft, the other cupped his balls before Brandy swallowed his cock for the first flight test. Then, she licked its sides as it left her warm mouth. Showing she could be tender in her own impish way, Brandy rubbed his hot rod along each of her cheeks. Her actions left him feeling as if he'd explode at any moment.

Needing a distraction, he leaned in to kiss her honeypot, rolling his tongue along the length of her, collecting the sweet nectar that she’d already produced. Immediately, Brandy squeaked upon feeling his touch. Whimpering and cooing, the blonde pushed her body harder against his face. As she did so, her lips tightened around his cock, driving him even closer to the brink as she hummed around him.

The vibrations only ceased when he started steadily lapping and licking more rapidly. His tongue worked up and down each crevice and fold of her body. He knew his performance clicked perfectly, driving her wild as her legs and body seemed to shake nonstop. However, unlike other girls he'd slept with, Brandy didn't pause her cocksucking. If anything, the older woman showed off her experience by kicking her efforts up to another level. His addled brain recognized that she'd bring him to an orgasm far sooner than usual. He needed to focus on bringing her off first.

With one hand, the younger lover spread the blonde’s lips for greater access to her clit. Uncovered, Brandy’s swollen bud found itself immediately attacked by his tongue. While he lavished her with attention, he unexpectedly moved in for the kill by guiding two of his fingers to the kill zone. The combination ignited Brandy’s fuse, which began with a melody of whimpers.

He tasted paydirt when the sudden flow of Fallon-branded brandy flowed out. It trickled across his tongue and chin while she simultaneously shifted from creating vibrations around his cock to quakes. His faultline cracked as a mighty tremor unleashed one of the largest explosions in his lifetime. Clamping down, Brandy showed her incredible skill by swallowing each burst without even flinching.

After the epic exertion, the young man's head collapsed onto her upper thighs. Surprisingly, Brandy didn't need much recovery time before she began nursing his cock again. Her first efforts were to clean up the mess she'd created. Next came resuscitating his spent manhood. Once she brought him back to life, Brandy sat up before sliding forward.

“Time for your second shot of me,” Brandy announced with a chuckle.

Without waiting for a reply, she raised herself while reaching down to move his dick into the proper landing zone. Pressing her wet folds against his reborn member, she dropped down. The quick movement caused her mouth to open with a pleased squeal while arching her back.

Her younger lover proved adept at rolling with her punches as his hands gripped her hips to steady her. His mouth fell open as her wet pussy encompassed his rock-hard cock. She was so wet. So tight. Everything about this moment felt surreal to him.

He lifted her up until his tip barely remained inside her kitty. Then, he slowly lowered her down onto his shaft. A sudden intake of air caught his attention. Looking up, he saw Brandy meet his gaze over her shoulder.

“Better buckle up, bronco. I’ve been known to break a saddle or two,”

With those words, she began to move. Biting her lip, she undulated her body slowly and hypnotically. Her hips rotated so that she could feel him completely. Once she'd fully explored his cock with her pussy, Brandy shot off as if an imaginary firing pistol sounded. She bounced up and down and jockeyed back and forth while working her racehorse from reverse.

"Ohhhh yes! Oh gawd, baby, you feel so good inside me!" Brandy shouted as she shook and rolled on his dick. Her perky tits jiggled unseen by her lover.

Round two was off to a fast start, just the way Brandy loved to test a lover's stamina. Round three would bring the final test when it was his turn to fuck her. So far, he'd passed with flying colors, leading to hope he'd stick around long enough for the bonus round.

Life was good for Brandy at this moment. Actually, it felt outstanding.

Morning would bring sobering reality when her brain descrambled to comprehend the identity of her lover.