Meal Time

The meal was fantastic. You’d ordered some lamb and veg, and while the corset wouldn’t let you eat it all, you still had some wonderful tastes.

You made sure to drink lots of water with your food knowing you had to fight against the ****’s influence. Ray seemed to be trying to “balance” this by making sure your champagne glass was always full, but you managed to mostly avoid drinking more of that.

The food was delicious enough to take your mind off Ray, but he was always there. When you took a nice spoonful of vanilla icecream to your red lips, you suddenly became aware of Ray’s attention. Like every little gesture you did had innuendo you never intended.

At one point you suddenly thought about how expensive this all was and whether you’d need to pay. Then you realised that Ray would most likely be paying for this all since you were the “woman”. The thought raised conflicting feelings. While it was nice not to pay, you worried this would mean you “owed” Ray somehow. You tried not to think about it. If he brought up cost, you’d pay your share when ready.

Conversation was pretty light, it seemed you were both content to eat with few remarks. Ray smiled at you a lot, which you nervously smiled back at and then focused on your food. You later realised that your hotel gown had become partially undone, giving Ray a big “V” of cleavage through most of the meal. You hurriedly re-tied the gown, but couldn’t make Ray unsee the show you’d been giving him. You tied the robe tightly but were worried it would slip again. could feel it start to slip more the moment you did so.

Reaching the end of the meal, you weren’t sure what to do. There was a brief reprieve as room service cleaned up the last of the food but the extra time didn’t help you plan your next move any better.

It was now even later. Your meal helped you feel sated, but also sluggish. You’ve still got an undercurrent of arousal that has been spiking here and there, and your mind is still a bit dazed.

You’re also exhausted, emotionally and physically. Not just from the recent elevator action but everything leading up to it. You look towards the big bed in the room. It’s fancy and perfectly made, but overall soft. What you wouldn’t give to lie down on it and forget about the world.

“Want to hit the hay?” Ray asks, clearly seeing where you’re looking.

You turn back to Ray, suddenly more alert. “I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just… I just want sleep. A taxi is a bit too much at this hour, but… I just want sleep!”

Ray raises his hands placatingly. “It’s okay. You lie back on the bed and I won’t bother you unless I’m sure you want it.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay then.”

“I mean it, I don’t want any.”

“What sort of a person do you think I am?”

You exhale, with so many ways to answer that question, but deciding to bite your tongue. It’s too late for an argument, and all you want to do is just rest.

You don’t trust Ray, but he seemed genuine. And it was tempting to let your guard down. A big bed right there when any alternative would have involved a phone call and a wait and a taxi and another discussion with Ray and…

You give up.

You rise from the chair and walk to the bedside. “Just remember what I said.” You keep your back to him as you take off the robe and slip under the sheets, trying to show as little as possible in the transition. The fact you were being modest about fake tits was another thought you tried to swat away as you lie on your back, swiping the long strands of hair away, and feeling the extra weight on your chest and unfamiliar padding on your rear end..

“I will,” says a voice from the other side of the bed, and you freeze as you suddenly feel the sheets rustling from the other side.

“Ray?”

“Yes honey?” He slides in right beside you. You don’t see much but it's clear he’s naked. Both of you are, while in the same bed.

You stay frozen, not sure what to say. Is he going to move over to you? Touch you?

A click from Ray's side and the room fell into darkness, lit only by scraps of light from the gaps in the window's curtains.

“What are you doing?”

His reply sounded genuinely surprised. “Trying to get some sleep?”

“Weren’t you… going to take the couch or something?”

Ray chuckled, “If you want to, be my guest. But I didn’t pay for this room to sleep on a couch.”

You consider your options. Already your body was heavy, setting up the couch would take more effort, and to be fair, Ray was staying on his side of the bed. This was a bad idea but the hotel sheets were luxuriant. You didn’t have the energy to start another whole thing. You decide to compromise. A single wrong move from Ray and you are out of that bed, maybe even getting a taxi after all.

“Just remember what I said,” you say sternly.

“You don’t need to keep reminding me.

After a few minutes and a bit of shuffling, Ray settles down on his side of the bed and stays silent. After a while, he seems to be breathing rhythmically. He seems to be genuinely trying to get some sleep. You breathe as well as you can with the corset. You try to settle down, but with the fake boobs are heavy on your chest you roll onto your side away from Ray.

Ray remains still and you start to relax. It's still weird though. You’ve known him for less than a week, and already… You fall asleep.