Somewhere private to catch his breath

I played it cool all the way back to the hotel. Mr. Astor was too nervous to talk to me, so I acted like the cold blooded badass I had just pretended to be.

As soon as I was in my hotel room, I started to have a mild panic attack. I had never been in a fight in my entire life. I exercised to look good and took shooting classes to make rich people think I was one of them, but stepping on my future father-in-law's hand was the first time I'd ever actually tried to hurt someone. Now my heart wouldn't slow down.

My phone vibrated. I pulled it out and checked it, but there was nothing. I felt the vibration in my pocket again and realized it was my burner phone. I swapped phones and freaked out even more than before. I answered it as calmly as I could manage.

"Hi, Vlad! How's it going?"

Thoughts of how Vlad really was the violent psychopath that I'd just pretended to be were running through my head when there was a knock at the door. I ignored it as Vlad talked. Then I replied, "Yes, I know there were some unexpected charges on the card you got me, but skeet shooting this morning was absolutely vital to the plan."

Opal opened the door. Why the fuck didn't I lock it?! She came inside without saying anything, closing the door behind her. Then she walked up close to me. Her chest was almost touching mine. There was definitely a little more curve to her chest than there had been yesterday.

"No, no, I hear you, but it's a good thing," I said into the phone. "In fact, it lead to something great. Do you know that... uh... paperwork I was going to do? Well, we're throwing all that out! Yeah, I don't need to sign anything. Isn't that great?!"

Opal stared into my eyes. Her eyes were emerald green, very bright, and very distracting at a time when I didn't need distractions. Then she put her hand on my crotch.

"Yeah, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true, Vlad! I told you I could work it out! Everything is going great and our business deal is going to be even more profitable than expected!"

Opal unbuttoned my pants and reached inside, all without breaking eye contact. She pulled out my cock and started stroking it very slowly.

"Vlad, I need to call you back. I promise I'll... send you all the details as soon as possible. Yes, as soon as... possible. Okay, great. Talk to you later."

I ended the call and pocketed the phone.

"Five," said Opal.

"Five what?" I asked.

"Three handjobs and two blowjobs. I'm sorry it wasn't more, but I ran out of people to ask in the hotel. Is that enough for you to fuck me?"

I moaned. The slow tug on my cock felt really good. It was calming my nerves.

The door to my room burst open and Nicole stepped in. "Honey, have you seen-OH!"

I froze. My bride was standing in the door watching one of her oldest friends jerk me off.

Except, it wasn't the end of the world. She wasn't screaming. Opal wasn't even stopping. This... was a normal thing based on what they believed. In fact, Nicole was staring at my cock in absolute wonder. She honestly looked more turned on than I'd ever seen her.

Nicole took a deep breath and said, "Opal, I'm so sorry to interrupt you. I know you're trying to help Will relax, and he really, really deserves... this." She blushed, but didn't look away. "However, it's time to head out to the hot air balloon ride. The driver is waiting for us."

She looked guilty, fucking guilty, about asking her friend to stop jerking off her fiancé. God, I loved the Sophistry Generator.

Unfortunately, Opal listened to her. She stuffed my super hard cock back in my pants and said, "Will, you don't mind if we finish later, do you? I promised the girls I would spend the afternoon with them."

"No, no, that's fine," I said, acting as casual as I could. It was far below my usual standards of cool.

"Okay!" said Opal. She turned around and walked past Nicole into the hallway.

Nicole looked towards me and silently mouthed the words, "I'm really sorry!" Then she closed the door behind her.

+4 BS. 11 Remaining.

Was that for the handjob or for Nicole watching? It would be nice if the app gave more info on the sources of BS.

As I caught my breath I realized something. Opal said she'd only gotten off five people. I got six notifications. Where did that big one at the end come from?