The faster I go get it, the faster I'll be outta here

"Ok, sure, the faster I go get it, the faster I'll be outta here."

Brett smiles.

"Alrighty then, just follow me upstairs."

I followed Brett up the wooden steps to his room. Must be around 25 steps. Not that far a walk. All the while following him, Brett seemed happy. Eager even, am I really bothering him that much by being here? Maybe he has company and needs to get me out ASAP.

The door to Brett's room was nothing special, iron doorknob, wooden door. It opens. Now I'm in his room. Which was something to observe may I add. It was just an average cubicle, white walls. The posters on the walls though, Motor Bikes with muscled up beefy men and women on their laps.

Of course, what else would I expect from Brett, I rolled my eyes as I think this. I faced the pillows on the position where most people's head would be when they sleep. Most people.... Comfy bed, I thought.

All of a sudden, Brett closes the door.

I feel him grab my shoulders from behind me and starts rubbing them.

"Finally got you in my room Jasmine."

Then I felt his hands on my waist, and his head near my neck. He takes a deep breath of my scent.

"God, you smell so good. You don't have to do anything, I'm gonna make you feel real good girl."