Ibiza

I was a bit shocked when I arrived at LAX and found myself in first class. I was the black sheep there, wearing grey sweatpants and a hoody, getting eyed by everyone especially a stewardess who I swear was ready to suck my dick. I change at the airport to a shorts and tanktop since it is way to warm for long clothes, before taking a cab to the location. It is almost 10pm when I arrive and pull my suitcase up to the bungalow where Dillion is housed. I add a bit of fresh perfume before I knock on the door. I can hear nothing for a minute until I hear footsteps. Dliilion is wearing eyepatches to moisturize. Her mouth opens a bit, but she doesn't speak.

Please don't have a heartattack. I put my arms on the doorframe and see her look admiring my arms. She gathers herself and clears her throat.

Did you seriously fly all the way from L.A. to Ibiza to fuck me?

Nope, I was paid to fly her to train you and everyoneelse. I give her a small push and let myself in. I take a look around.

Please tell me my manager didn't hire you to train the entire agency. I can barely stay sane with you around, so watching you touch others girls...

Might end in a catfight? I interupt her. I don't plan on throwing this thing between us away, so I promise I keep my hands with myself or all over your body. I turn around and look at her. Why are you still wearing clothes?

I need to get back up in 6 hours to drive somewhere. I am not fucking you tonight or I will look and feel horrible tomorrow. Get your ass to the bathroom and then to bed. She locks the door and walks past me. I grab her arm and pull her in for a kiss before sending her of with a smack on the ass. I get myself ready for bed and snuggle up to her in the huge bed.