Firestarter

Robert's dread had turned to worry.

It was 8:50, only ten minutes left before Bailey had to be in his suite for the night and he had seen no sign of her all day. He wasn't sure what would happen if she was late and he didn't want to find out.

Robert had been sitting on the couch in the small living room, his foot bouncing as he tried to read a book, but he had abandoned that pursuit and was now nervously pacing between the kitchen and the dining area. He considered just standing in the doorway, door flung open to help Bailey get inside in time, but he wasn't sure how she would react to him standing there waiting for her so the door remained closed.

8:55. The minutes seemed to simultaneously be rushing by and dragging out. He circled back to the bedroom and busied himself straightening the sheets and pillows on an already immaculately made bed. He wiped down the bathroom vanity that was never dirty in the first place, then checked the rest of the pristine lavatory for dirt. He almost laughed in nervous triumph when he found a small dust bunny hidden behind the toilet. He grabbed it with a wad of toilet paper and carried it to the trash.

8:57. Bailey wasn't going to make it, he just knew it. Was she even trying? Robert wasn't sure what was worse, imagining her flippantly ignoring the impending deadline, or her jabbing at an elevator button in desperation as if her percussive entreaties would move it along faster. How long did it take for the elevator to reach his suite anyway? He had never felt the need to time it but he was now kicking himself for not knowing. Surely less then a minute, right? As long as she got on the elevator before 8:58 she should -

WHAM

Robert jumped as something slammed against the front door of the suite. He stared at it, wondering if the muttering he thought he heard behind it was real or not. He was startled again as someone began pounding on the solid door making it shake in its frame.

“Hey dickhead!” Bailey shouted through the door, her voice muffled by the thick wood. “You letting me in or what?”

It was a challenge, not a proposition. Regaining his senses and not daring to look at the time, Robert rushed to the the door and flung it open. Bailey fell through the door frame, sending both of them sprawling. She'd apparently been leaning against the door. They just missed falling into the glass display case of Robert's movie memorabilia that sat in the entryway.

Before Robert could regain his bearings, Bailey was already shoving him and awkwardly rolling herself away. He sat up to find her propped up off the floor with one hand, her long, dark curly hair sent flying in all directions by the spill and subsequent roll. Her legs were canted to one side, her body draped in a green sundress tied with a thin golden color belt about her waist. Her other hand held a liquor bottle of unknown provenience. Her brown eyes were glassy but fierce as he met them.

“What was that for?!” Bailey demanded.

“The door wasn't locked...” Robert offered.

She snorted. Robert's relief at her last minute arrival was quickly evaporating. He could smell the **** on her, but beneath that burned a **** manic energy he did not like.

She glared at him, her buzz doing nothing to dampen the fire in her eyes.

“Asshole,” she spat, then she tried to get up.

Robert offered Bailey his hand, but she swatted it away. Doing so, she nearly lost her balance and had to clumsily slap her hand back down against the floor to keep from falling. Slowly and unsteadily she managed to raise herself up to her hands and feet. Robert looked away as her sundress fell loosely in the front, exposing the dark canyon between her sizable breasts. With a sudden windmilling lurch she managed to get her hands off the floor, only to have to balance herself against the glass display case.

Breathing heavily, Bailey gave Robert a withering look before she turned her disgust towards the display case and its contents. The collection of toys and plastic props could have melted under the heat of her gaze. She suddenly yanked her hand away like she'd been burned then tottered further into the suite. Robert trailed after her, torn between being near enough to help or giving her room to burn out.

Bailey's tour of the suite was in sharp contrast to the women that had come before. She stumbled her way through the rooms with an occasional hitch in her step, her nose upturned with a pinched expression, like an unpleasant odor permeated the air. The only room that seemed to avoid her displeasure was the bathroom. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the expansive shower and excessive sunken tub, but she quickly masked it when she caught Robert watching her. She turned away from him as a strange wince crossed her face.

Seemingly dissatisfied, she finally made her way, bottle still in hand, to the king sized bed. She sat down on the mattress with a hard flop, and Robert wasn't convinced that her balance hadn't picked that exact moment to finally stop working. Even though he was standing she still somehow managed to look down at him.

“What!?” She demanded when she caught him looking.

“Is...is there anything I can get you...?” Robert floundered.

“Yeah, a ticket out of here,” Bailey punctuated her request with a long swig directly out of the bottle.

Robert didn't know what to say. He felt his jaw working uselessly, wordless. He shifted his weight awkwardly from foot to foot, his gaze latching onto a spot on the bed just to the side of where Bailey was sitting. Her fury was like the sun, too dangerous to observe directly. He could feel her scorn turn back his way, hot, but also expectant, like she was waiting for him to do something. The silence stretched into eternity.

“God, you're pathetic,” Bailey finally snorted while clenching her legs. “You just going to hover around me all night?”

Robert could feel himself retreating back into his shell. It hadn't saved him in the past but it's what he knew best. Turtle up and hope the blaze burns itself out.

“I don't know what to do...” he finally confessed.

“You seem the kind of man that never does,” Bailey shot back.

Robert kept himself from flinching, even as he felt the words bite. Just don't give her anything and it will stop eventually...

His speechlessness seemed to anger Bailey even more then his answers, poor as they were. He heard her inhale sharply but he dare not meet her gaze. The stillness was caustic, eating at him in ways he hadn't experienced in years. Still, breaking it felt the more dangerous choice.

“I'll take the bed,” she slurred at last. “You can sleep on the couch.”

Robert sadly shook his head.

“It doesn't work like that. Ava said we had to spend the night in the bed together.”

“Do you always do what you're told?” Robert felt his jaw clench as Bailey sneered at him. “God you're pathetic. You and your stupid plastic toys.”

Robert's heart stopped.

“They're not stupid,” he whispered, his voice taunt as a bowstring.

“What?”

Robert's head suddenly shot up and his eyes finally met Bailey's.

“I said they're not stupid!”

Bailey blinked, finally stunned into silence by Robert's outburst. He stood there, finally meeting her eyes, his shaking hands balled into fists, looking nearly as shocked as she did. Her silence didn't last long.

“Who...the hell...do you...think you are?” She panted. “You, who doesn't have the decency to give this whole thing up. You, who doesn't have the balls to tell that red-headed slut that you won't go along with this!”

Bailey's breathing was becoming ragged and short, her words hitching oddly. Her grip on the bottle tightened.

“I bet y-you get off on this, don't you? The path-etic loser with six women now at his beck and call? Well, I'm not going to-!”

Bailey's voice suddenly caught in the back of her throat. Her eyes shot wide and began to roll back. Her legs slammed together as her body began to shiver and quake. The bottle fell out of her hand as they wildly clawed at the comforter for purchase.

With a keening wail she fell backwards on the bed, squirming and desperately rubbing her thighs together. She let out a final shuddering gasp and was still, save for her heaving panting breaths.

Robert had stood frozen in shock through all of this. At first he wasn't sure what he was seeing, then he wasn't sure what to do. After Bailey collapsed and was still, he slowly circled around the edge of the bed until he could see her face. Her eyes were wide and unseeing. The fire in them had died out, replaced with a smoldering shame.

“...Are you ok...?” Robert finally ventured.

“Fu-fuck you...” It was all she had left.

Robert retrieved the throw blanket. It had becoming a familiar instrument over these last few nights. He unfurled it, then gently tossed one end over Bailey, allowing it to gently fall over her. One of her hands slowly snaked out from underneath, clutching the edge of her fabric shield tightly like it was her sole remaining anchor to reality. Robert sat quietly in a chair in the corner of the bedroom as her panting evened out and her eyes finally closed. Only then did he climb into bed, maintaining a respectful distance, another night spent on top of the covers.

Orgasmed in front of the Master!: 4 VP x 2 (First Time Bonus) = 8 VP

Bailey Winters: 0 VP + 8 VP = 8 VP