yessiraustralia-again:

I met her near the hotel cocktail bar.
We hugged and she took a seat next to me.
“I’ve already ordered our drinks,” I said.
“Champagne?” she asked.
“For you, yes.”
The drinks arrived and we chatted for a while. Flirted, joked. She gave me lots of eye contact and lots of smiles too.
“So what’s your room number?” I asked.
“My room number? Who said I got a room?” she asked.
“You got a room.”
“I just thought this was a good central place to meet,” she replied.
“Bullshit,” I said, looking her in the eyes.
She sat there stunned.
“You got a room. I know you did,” I said.
She sat there, blushing.
“I also know you’re wearing no panties,” I added.
“You couldn’t possibly know either of those things,” she said defiantly.
“Open your legs. Show me,” I said.
“Excuse me?!”
“I said open your legs,” I said slowly and purposefully.
I sat there, staring back. Then she swallowed, her face now glowing. She slowly opened her legs, exposing her pussy to me.
“Thought so. What’s your room number?”
“518, Sir,” she replied.
“Ok. Let’s go,” I said.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.