a knock at the door

There’s a sudden knock on the door that brings you both out of your after sex haze. You look over to Brooklyn as if asking what to do. She simply puts a finger to her lips, signaling that you stay quiet and hopefully they’ll pass.

“Brooklyn are you okay?” the voice comes from the other side of the door. You don’t immediately recognize it but judging by the look on Brooklyn’s face it’s another model and friend.

Your blood starts pumping faster, one for fear of getting caught but also for the thrilling idea of taking another model. Brooklyn quickly pushed you off of her rather unceremoniously. “You have to hide” she said in a hushed whisper.

“Just ignore her” you shot back as you rolled off the bed and searched for your boxers. Brooklyn grabbed her shorts and tank top and put them on while trying to redo her hair so it didn’t seem as if she had just been fucked.

“She already knows I’m in here, it’ll be suspicious” she replied, which only caused your curiosity to rise on who exactly was on the other side of the door.

You picked up the rest of your clothes in my arms and looked at her expectantly, “so where am I supposed to hide?” you demanded. Brooklyn looked around franticly before she spotted the bathroom.

“Just go in there and stay quiet. I’ll get rid of her.”

“Invite her in” you interrupted. Brooklyn looked at you quizzically for a moment and you wondered if you had said the wrong thing. She merely nodded and ushered you into the bathroom and then headed to the door.