Queen of FUTA - Chapter 13

“Riley, slow down,” Annette says.

You’re in a new suite in a different hotel. It’s been twenty-four hours since what happened. Annette has finally arrived in an effort to calm you down.

You say nothing. Your knees are still knocking together, even after so much time. You haven’t slept.

“It was her,” you insist. “Like, when there was a security thing? And you called that lady? That was her.”

Annette frowns. “Well, someone was trying to access FUTA player information… maybe about you, but Tess? I don’t know, Riley. She’s one of the top people in her field. I know that you guys hooked up, right?”

“I told you about what happened,” you snap.

“I know. I know. But people like this can be out of touch sometimes. It doesn’t mean they’re breaking into your hotel rooms. Riley, you’d been drinking. You slipped. I don’t think she was really there. The police didn’t find anything.”

“Annette! She’s rich enough to have boats! I think she can get a keycard for a hotel room!” You’re raising your voice.

Annette puts her arm around you, and you sniffle miserably.

“Okay. Okay, Riley. We can keep you away from her. And we can keep her away from you. It’ll be awkward, but it’s fine. That’s no problem. It doesn’t matter if you saw her or not. We’ll go forward as if you did. OK?”

“OK,” you say miserably. “What does she want?”

“Uh… I don’t know. So here’s the plan, Riley. I want you to take it easy for a couple of days. Work out a little. Don’t drink. I’m going to get you a counselor to talk to,” she adds. “In case there’s something that you need to process. OK?”

“OK,” you sniffle. “I want that lady.”

“Huh?”

“The cool chick. The bodyguard lady,” you say.

“You mean Ada?” Annette sighs. “She’s busy, Riley.”

“I want her!” you insist like a child.

“Riley,” Annette says, giving you a look that you are used to seeing from your mother. “Do you want her because you want a bodyguard or because she’s very gorgeous and sexy?” She narrows her eyes. “Did you sleep with her?” She looks down at your groin before you can answer. “I can’t believe it. Even Ada can’t resist that thing.”

“I didn’t!” you protest. Well… not technically. You only fooled around. Technically. “I want her because I feel safe with her,” you insist.

Annette puts her face in her hand and groans. “OK. OK. I’ll get her here.”

You grab her shirt. “And you stay. Until she gets here,” you say.

Annette gazes at you worriedly. “You’re really spooked.”

You’d already sensed that something was wrong… off… from when Tess barged into your trailer and how she acted. Her breaking into your hotel room just made it that much more obvious. Annette better bet her ass you’re spooked.

“You stay,” you insist.

“OK. God.”

Annette keeps her word and sticks around as you try to keep yourself busy and take your mind off things. You can’t call your mom or Kayla; you don’t want them to worry. But Annette is not a therapist, and she’s busy with work anyway. Even in the hotel room, she has her laptop open and is constantly taking calls.

You feel bad for messing with her day, but you didn’t ask for this. Or did you? By sleeping with Tess? No… that doesn’t give her the right to stalk you. Should you have taken her up on her offer? Is she mad because you didn’t? What was she doing in your room?

Your brain can’t take all this. You run on the treadmill until you’re worn out. When you return to the room, Ada is there and Annette is packing up to leave.

“You’ll be OK,” she assures you. “We’ll figure this out.”

“OK,” you say, unconvinced. Annette and FUTA are finding some success, but Tess is on a different level. She’s a true big shot. There may not be much that Annette can do.

“Tough week, kid?” Ada asks you once Annette’s gone.

“I think someone powerful is stalking me,” you admit.

“I know what that’s like.”

“Really?”

Ada nods and sets her bag down, leaning against the table in the suite’s little kitchen. “Yes, really. So I’m not here because you missed me?”

“No. Sorry. I’m really scared,” you tell her.

Ada is a reassuring presence, but this situation is such a perfect cocktail of uncertainty and ambiguity that it causes maximum anxiety. Did you misread something? Did you mess up? Did you imagine seeing Tess in the suite? Maybe you’re crazy.

You take a long bath, which doesn’t help much.

As you glumly sit on the bed and brush your hair afterward, wrapping in the fluffy hotel robe, Ada looks over the back of the sofa at you, but doesn’t say anything. You get ready for bed, and after about twenty minutes of tossing and turning, you hear her approaching.

You sit up to tell her that you’re OK.

“Hush,” she says, pushing you back down. The room is dark, so she’s just a shape. “I can’t listen to this all night. You need to sleep.” The fact that you are not in a horny mood at all doesn’t mean that you can resist a woman like this, but Ada’s all business. Her thumb enters your mouth while her other hand slides under your nightshirt.

Her expert fingers work between your legs, ignoring your swelling cock and focusing on your girl parts. She rolls your hard clit between her fingertips almost roughly, then strokes your inner lips until your juices flow like a spilled drink.

Your gentle sucking on her thumb gets a bit less gentle when she slides two fingers inside you, hooking them firmly and stroking your insides, locating the right spot. With apparently no effort and in shockingly little time, she gives you a full-body orgasm like nothing you’ve had before. Every part of you turns to jelly except your pussy, which is having a seizure around her fingers. Tears roll down your face.

She keeps rubbing until you’re limp.

With a little smirk, Ada moves the sheets and lifts the hem of your shirt to expose your engorged cock. She takes her dripping hand from between your legs and places her wet palm on the underside, right at the base. Firmly and slowly, she drags her hand up your shaft, bringing your skin with it. As the foreskin rolls over cock’s purple head, it contracts and pumps a thick dribble of white cum onto your belly.

Before she’s finished wiping you up with tissues, you’re sleeping.