Darien shows up for Sarah's booty call.

Sarah didn't have to wait long for Darien to arrive. No doubt he was as ****, hopefully more so, to meet up again as she was. Their far-too-public fun in the bathroom had been a great stress reliever, but it hadn't quite scratched the itch for either one of them. But now they had freedom and time and space to have all the fun that they wanted, with no one around to intrude upon them.

Darien knocked on the door, and Sarah answered it within seconds. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt that drew the eye downward, toward his gorgeous chest and his strong arms. She knew the abs he had hidden under there, and she was hungry to see the rest of his body, too.

She, on the other hand, had dressed for the occasion. The biggest pop star in the world didn't wait for a booty call in the nude... but she wasn't wearing much, either. A sheer robe from Victoria's Secret (she got everything she wanted through Maisie and her performances in the fashion show). A pair of black panties. A black bralette. The bare necessities of seduction, not that Darien needed to be seduced at this point. She had already put in the work this afternoon to get him all riled up and ready for an evening of fun.

In fact, he was already hard; she could see it through his jeans. Sarah Morris was no size queen-- she had once slept with John Mayer, of all people, so she couldn't be-- but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate what Darien was packing in his pants. And it was locked and ready to go, even before she touched him.

She threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, grabbing his collar by the back and pulling it up over his head before they had even broken apart. He pushed her into the room, his arms around her waist, keeping her body tight against his.

Sarah let the robe drop, revealing her underwear. She smiled.