You invite yourself in

"Okay mate, I think we're good here," Emma tells you when she arrives at her room, having flirted with you the whole way.

"Maybe we should get to know each other a little bit better Tenille," you tell her, pushing your way into her room since you know she was listed as party of one on the guest list.

"I don't want you getting the wrong idea. I act like that around a lot of guys," she explains to you, trying to push you out the door as she tries to get settled in for the night.

"Do you now? Do you leave all of them with a raging case of blue balls, too?" you sneer in her ear as you trap her against the wall, grabbing her hips and grinding between her legs in a way that told her exactly what you wanted from her.

"It doesn't have to be this way..." she whispers to you, starting to fear for her safety as you run your hands up and down her tight body, picturing in your head what it would feel like to be inside of her.

"Then pleasure me Tenille. We don't have to fuck, at least not right now. But you need to do something about this swelling in my pants," you tell her, giving her one last chance to keep you from **** her to get what you wanted.