Negotiate

"Alright," I said, "But make that four demos."

The naked mature blonde cocked a perfectly-manicured eyebrow, and smiled slowly. "Three," she said, and ran the pen down her body, "And I promise to make them extra... special," and dipped the pen inside her before extending it back to me.

I signed the document, pulled up my pants, and walked back to my room. It was 2am, and Amy wasn't back yet. I got out of my somewhat sweaty clothes and got into the one king-sized bed, wearing only my boxers, and fell asleep.

A few hours later — I'm not sure when, but it was still dark out — I was awoken by the sound of a very drunk Amy stumbling into the room. She switched on the hallway light and called out in a high falsetto: "Wheeeere's my husband?"

I didn't say anything, and she swayed almost coquettishly towards the bed. "There's only one bed," she faux-whispered, "But it's ok for a husband and his little wife to sleep together, isn't it?" In the mostly-darkness she started clumsily stripping out of most of her clothes. She crawled into bed wearing only a thong and a bra, pressed her body up against mine. "I had a lot of fun tonight," she whispered, "and I don't want it to end quite yet." She kissed me, and stuck her tongue in.

We made out for a few minutes, but we were both quickly losing steam. I groped her tits halfheartedly, realizing how much I preferred Barbara's. Eventually we both just fell asleep.

The next morning, though, I was woken by a warm, soft, wet feeling of something sliding on my dick.