Chapter 9
Stassi sat in the backseat of the car with her mouth agape as she watched the video in disbelief. It had already hit The Shade Room, and she was so shocked she didn’t know what to say.
This bad-ass fucking kid, she thought. She called Charlie instantly but wasn’t surprised when she was sent to voicemail. Instead, she sent a text.
Stassi
I fight kids too, sis. Text me if you need me. I love you.
Her phone buzzed in her hand. When she unlocked the screen, she invited those butterflies right back into her stomach. Day had messaged her.
Day
Come have a drink with me. Just say yes. The driver knows where.
Stassi hesitated in responding. She began typing then erased it, but she lifted her eyes to the front of the car.
“Can you take me to Day, please?” She asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She expected to be taken to a bar or maybe even an after-hours spot, but instead, they pulled up to a hotel. Her heart raced as they bypassed the front entrance, driving around to the back. Roman greeted her. She hesitated when he opened her door and held out his hand to assist her.
“You again,” she said.
“I’m afraid so,” he chuckled. “I need to get your compliance recorded, one sec.”
“My what?” She asked. This entire thing was a mind fuck.
He pulled out his cell phone and began recording. “This recording is the property of Dayton Night. Can you state your name?”
“Anastassi Martin,” she replied.
“Are you here of your own free will?” Roman asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
What the fuck type of shit am I getting myself into?
“Has Mr. Night coerced, forced, intimidated, or tricked you into coming to his hotel room tonight?” Roman asked.
She shook her head.
“Verbal responses please,” Roman demanded.
“No,” she answered.
“You are aware that you were invited to participate in sexual activity?”
Her entire body heated in embarrassment.
“Is this necessary?” She asked.
“Very,” Roman replied.
“Yes, I’m aware that I will be participating in sexual activity. He didn’t force me. I am of sound body and mind. Whatever happens, is something I am voluntarily participating in. Now can you get this fucking camera out of my face?” She asked.
“My apologies,” Roman said. “This video will be sealed in a safe and not shown to anyone unless under legal circumstances.”
She nodded.
“This way,” Roman said. “What size are you?”
She looked at him in confusion. Her mind was spinning, but she had come too far to bitch out now.
“Size 10,” she replied.
“A change of clothes will be provided in the morning.”
“I won’t be here in the morning,” she said. She had no plans to spend the night.
“They all stay ‘til morning,” Roman replied.
How many times has he done this before?
When they stepped onto the elevator, Roman hit the number 7, but Stassi hit L. She had to make a detour to the lobby.
“I just need a minute,” she said. It felt like freedom when she burst out of the steel doors.
This was her chance. She could run to the front, hop in a taxi, block Day’s ass and never look back.
Only she didn’t. Curiosity wouldn’t let her.
The pulse in her clit had been present ever since the girl, Livi, had kissed her, and she just wanted Day to feel her pulse too.
God, she needed it. But she couldn’t think about it.
If she overanalyzed it fear would run her right out the door. She beelined for the lobby bar.
“Can I get a double shot of tequila, please? Actually, make it a triple.”
“Rough night?” Bartender asked as he poured up.
“Not yet,” she answered.
She forced the hot concoction down and then said, “Put it on Dayton Night’s room. Add a hundred dollar tip for yourself too.”
“Appreciate it. Good luck.”
The good luck threw her off. Did Day frequent this hotel? Was she one of many who had come to that bar looking for liquid courage before transforming into a baby prostitute? She headed back to Roman, and silence accompanied them to the seventh floor.
“Room 707,” he said.
Stassi found her way to the room, and she lingered for a minute.
Just turn around and change your mind, she thought. She knew she wouldn’t.
When she knocked, and Livi answered the door, she knew she wasn’t going any-fucking- where.
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Stassi whispered, words barely escaping.
Why the fuck can’t I breathe? Breathe, bitch!
“I can leave if you’re uncomfortable,” Livi said. Her devilish smirk made Stassi’s hands go wet. “Or you can come in, and I can help you get comfortable. Choice is yours.”
Who the fuck is pushing me over this threshold? She thought as she entered the room. It’s like her mind was no longer controlling her body. It was on auto-pilot, seeking a path of adventure that she was terrified of.
“Is Day here?” Stassi asked. “I thought he’d be here.”
“I’m sure he will show up eventually.” Live shrugged like it was no big deal if he came at all. “You want a drink?”
Stassi shook her head. “I had three.”
Livi paused, putting down the bottle in her hands, and she walked over to Stassi. “Let me taste.”
Livi and her lips were like therapy as she planted soft kisses to Stassi’s lips, coercing the hesitation right out of Stassi. “You have had a few, huh? Tequila?” Livi asked.
Stassi nodded.
“You taste just like you look,” Livi complimented. She tucked Stassi’s hair behind one ear. “You okay? You want me to stop?”
Her mind screamed yes! Her mouth said, “No, don’t stop,”
Permission was all Livi needed to lower the straps on Stassi’s mini-dress. Her stiletto fingernails against Stassi’s nipples hardened them instantly.
“She likes that.” Livi pulled on her taut nipple, rolling it between her fingers before putting her mouth there. “Come to the bed.”
Livi’s dress was on the floor, and the black thong panties and bra she wore beneath were perfection against her brown sugar skin.
She sat on the edge and patted the seat beside her.
“If this is too much…”
“I have no idea what’s too much and what’s not. I’m just…”
“You’re just a woman, who deserves to feel what I can make you feel.
I know Day wants to have his way, but he won’t touch you like me,” Livi said.
Another kiss, this time Livi bit Stassi’s bottom lip.
A little pain with the pleasure. Livi straddled Stassi, causing her dress to bunch at her waist. “Oh, you’re a bad girl,” Livi teased, discovering that Stassi wore no panties.
She rolled her hips into Stassi’s bare pussy, and the wetness between her legs stained Livi’s silk panties.
“Oh my god,” Stassi panted. The friction of her hard clit pressed against Livi’s silk-covered clit was a tease.
“You want me to take them off?” Livi asked.
Stassi wasn’t ready for that. “I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. I can get mine while wearing them.
” Livi rolled into Stassi again, pussy to pussy, they ground.
A feral connection of femininity that they both enjoyed.
Stassi had always wondered what tribbing felt like.
She had watched porn enough times to know it had to be amazing.
Nothing could have prepared her for the moment her clit touched Livi’s.
It was a mess. Just wet on wet, and Livi’s panties were soaked.
Stassi wasn’t even being penetrated, and it felt better than any dick she had ever had.
Livi reached down, moving her panties to the side so she could mash her sex directly against Stassi’s.
They were so wet that their clits seemed to be tongue kissing, as evidence of the eroticism provided a sticky nectar.
“Oh my god, I’m about to cum.” Stassi was losing her mind. Livi rode her harder and took one breast in her hand, sucking on her areola, creating another sensation.
Stassi exploded, and Livi ground slow as ever, with more pressure than ever, until Stassi’s legs were shaking.
“Me too,” Livi moaned. “Yes, me too!”
Livi collapsed on top of her, but she was a glutton for punishment; she kept sliding her wet up and down, ‘round and ‘round. Slow, soft circles that made Stassi’s body scream.
“This is insane,” Stassi whispered.
“Indeed.”
The baritone voice belonged to Day, and Stassi lifted her hands to her face in disbelief.
“Day, this pussy is amazing,” Livi said, still going. The slowest, most sensual grind Stassi had ever felt. She sat up on Stassi, and Stassi placed her hands on Livi’s hips.
“Wait,” Stassi whispered.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Day said. He took a seat in the chair beside the bed. “Taste her.”
Stassi looked at Day unsurely. “Can she taste test that pussy for me, Stass?”
Before Stassi could form words, Livi sucked her clit into her mouth. Stassi bucked, ass lifting clear off the bed.
“My God.” Day was appreciative. “You’re the fucking one.”
“This pussy sensitive,” Livi moaned while eating it up. “Every touch makes her go crazy.”
“The fucking one,” Day repeated.
Stassi couldn’t keep her eyes open. She clenched them shut and her mouth opened in pure bliss as she fucked Livi’s tongue.
She just needed pressure. More fucking pressure.
“Eat li’l baby from the back, Liv,” Day ordered.
All fours. Stassi was in position, and her ass was tooted, exposing her clit even more.
“Hmm,” Livi moaned. “She wants it more now that you’re here. It’s full. This clit is hard and sweet.”
Day leaned over onto his knees, coming closer to Stassi’s face. “Is that right?”
“Day, it feels so good,” Stassi moaned. She couldn’t help it.
He placed a hand on his dick and rubbed gently, gripping what she could see was going brick.
“How good, Stass?” He asked.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “So fucking good. Come over here with me. Please, Day.”
He stood and she reached for the crotch of his pants. He was hard.
“Day, I want you. I thought I was coming here for you,” she moaned. Livi slurped her bud slow, like a pacifier and Stassi lost focus. “Oh my godddd!” She screamed as she gripped the sheets in front of her.
“Another time,” Day said, rejecting and confusing her. He saw the rejection hit her hard when her eyes prickled. He had embarrassed her.