Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  "Right after you finish here. Sunday is your last night here and they want you there by Wednesday."

  "What about room and expenses?"

  "Handled."

  Chloe was back. “Did you tell her, Lester?"

  "Just did."

  "Isn't that great, Rach? I'm so excited."

  * * * *

  Conflicted, I glanced at Scott. A month long stint in Frisco was the kind of thing that could jump-start my career, but since I found Scott, my career seemed less important. What was Lester up to? Was this a ploy to separate us? No, you don't dig up a gig like this on a moment's notice. Still, I'm bothered by this sudden engagement.

  "I guess it is, Chloe. I'll even get to see my mother while I'm up there."

  "And me,” added Lester. “I'll be working from there while the two of you are performing."

  Oh great! Scott looked distressed. Taking his hand, I placed it palm up in my lap, and rubbed it lightly with my thumb. He looked at me and smiled. “Any chance you could visit, baby?"

  "Maybe I could fly up on weekends."

  Leaning over I whispered conspiratorially in his ear. “It's time to go back on now, but I want you to know that I'm not wearing any panties. Remember, only two sets left and I'm yours once more. Then we can get naked at the Hilton and you can ravish me.” I kissed his ear and he shivered.

  He glanced at me as I pulled away. When he gave me an exaggerated wink, it made me smile.

  "C'mon CC. It's time."

  * * * *

  As my beautiful Rachel and her partner walked back to the stage, Lester flashed a smirk that I wished I could punch off his face. “You're wasting your time Lester, if you think you're going to win her back."

  "Maybe, maybe not, but I'll have thirty days to convince her that I'm better for her."

  "Just how are you better for her?"

  "I can guide her career and make her a star. You heard her sing and play. She's really good and in case you didn't notice, she's beautiful."

  As I heard the first notes of her second set, I glanced over. “Oh yeah, I've noticed. I didn't think you did, seeing how you cheated on her. But that's beside the point. I don't think Rachel is mercenary. She wouldn't jump back in bed with you to further her career."

  "Wanna bet? She did it before."

  "She didn't have a relationship before."

  "Relationship? You call a couple of nights of fucking, a relationship?"

  This was pissing me off. If only I had a recorder to tape this asshole. “You know Lester, we look at Rachel and see two different things. You see a slab of meat—a meal ticket. I see a perky, fun loving person, for whom I care deeply."

  "Don't make me laugh. Are you saying you love her?"

  "Possibly."

  "When did you meet each other?"

  I thought about lying, but decided not to. “We met at eleven-forty-five the day before yesterday."

  Lester's smile was getting smugger by the minute. “Wow, forty-four fucking hours, must be love!” he laughed hysterically.

  If I didn't leave, we would get in a fight. I got up and went back to the bar. Tiny was still there and not finding an open stool, I squeezed in next to him.

  "How'd it go?"

  "Not as good as I hoped. The guy's a prick. He said he made a mistake and is going to fight for Rachel."

  Tiny covered my shoulder with his huge hand. “Don't worry Scottie. Rachel is pissed at him. Big time! It won't do him any good."

  "Except he's got a big hook. He arranged a four week date at the Purple Onion in Frisco for twenty-five grand for them."

  Tiny whistled, “That's a pretty tempting hook all right. What'd she say?"

  "That I could come up and see her."

  "That's better than nothing."

  "Maybe not. Lester's going up with them. Tiny is there any way you could keep her here? They seem to be drawing pretty good."

  "Yes, they are. And by word of mouth, we get a bigger audience every night, but there're two problems. First of all, Priscilla has eight months left on her current contract and second, there's no way I could come close to that kind of money."

  "Well do you know anyplace else she could get in?"

  Tiny shook his big head. “There aren't any large clubs around here because the hotels are too much competition."

  "Do you know where I could get samples of CC ‘n Cooke's work?"

  Tiny smiled. “As a matter of fact, we have self produced CDs for sale at the gift counter behind the cashier in the Grill."

  "Great! I'll be right back."

  * * * *

  When I returned, Cedric was gone and Rachel and Chloe had just completed the second set, so I grabbed my drink and the bag of goodies I had just purchased and headed for an empty table to the left and behind Lester. There were two different CDs. Rachel had recorded a solo CD titled, ‘Rachel’ and there was a CC ‘n Cooke CD entitled ‘Make it a Double.’ Cute! There was also a small brochure with bios of both girls. I looked in the brochure and was surprised to see that there was a photo of Rachel and her mother, Mazira. Obviously, Lester had never seen this brochure or he would have known.

  "Hi.” Rachel plopped down. “Wha'cha doin'?"

  "I'm reading your bio. Where'd the brochure come from?"

  "Cedric made them up."

  "That explains it. Where's my kiss?"

  She leaned over and kissed me. “That explains what?"

  "Why Lester was surprised that Cedric was your uncle. Your mother's picture is in here. If Lester had seen this, he wouldn't have been surprised about Ced."

  She shook her head. “I don't think Lester ever saw it."

  "Let's talk about Frisco. Are you going to take the job?"

  With a serious look on her face, she answered, “Of course. How can I pass up an opportunity like that? I can get out of debt with that money and it will look great on our bios."

  "Don't you think this was a little convenient?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean it seems a little coincidental that right after you break up, he comes up with this great gig for big money. To me, it looks like the opportunity was there any time he wanted it. And now he's using it to cozy up to you. To get you in bed. To get you back."

  I could see hurt in her eyes, “Maybe, but who cares what his motives are. Whatever they are they're not going to work. It's a great opportunity for both Chloe and I."

  "Don't you see? You need someone who will work for you all the time. Not when it suits his needs. I was just talking with that SOB. You're nothing but a meal ticket for him. He said, you jumped in bed with him once to further your career and was sure he could get you to do it again."

  Anger flashed in her eyes. “Look. Lester and I are through. He humiliated me. He wanted a white chick and he has one in pasty Chloe. You have to trust me. Aren't you going to visit me on weekends?"

  "Of course. I'm not going to give up without a fight."

  Rachel put her hand on top mine. “There is nothing to fight over. I'm not about to jump in bed with him. Do you think I'm that shallow? It's a thirty day engagement and then I'll be back in LA,” Rachel paused and gave me a big crooked smile, “where I expect you to service me properly on a regular maintenance schedule."

  Laughing, I leaned over and kissed her. “Marry me."

  "What?” Obviously shocked, she pulled away, apparently to look at me, for that's what she did. Her stare was penetrating, as if she was sizing me up. She glanced at her watch. “I've got to go.” Standing, she bent down and kissed me long and hard. “Sixty more minutes and we can be alone in my hotel room. We'll talk then.” Taking my hand, she smiled and said, “Stay hard.” before walking back to the raised stage area.

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  Chapter Eight

  Naked at the Hilton, Again

  "A woman is closest to being naked when she is well dressed"

  —Coco Chanel

  Unlike the previous night of torrid love making, things were solemn when we ar
rived back at my suite. Scott had been very quiet since we left Pokey's. I suspected he was dreading the idea of a month separation. I was apprehensive, too. What if he goes out with Carol while I'm gone? I know she wants him. Could I lose him?

  We held hands as we headed toward the bedroom. “It really bothers me that you are going to Frisco,” he said, for what seemed like the dozenth time.

  "Look, I'll miss you too, sweetheart, but I have to go.” We paused just inside the bedroom door. I looked longingly at the bed and turned to embrace him. “I want you to make love to me."

  His long arms wrapped around me, lips kissed my hair, my forehead, my nose and then my lips. Currents shot through my entire body as his tongue slid between my lips and slipped past my teeth to my waiting tongue. As his hands squeezed my ‘perfect’ cheeks, the swelling in his pants grew. Nurturing it, I rubbed my abdomen against it. Suddenly, he was pulling my tee shirt over my head. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, thrilled by the nakedness of my breasts against his chest.

  We both unbuckled and unzipped each other dragging our jeans down in unison. Kicking my jeans off, they ended up landing on the dresser as did I seconds later, when he directed me backward against the dresser and hefted me onto it. I was now eyelevel with him. Embracing me while I pulled his briefs over his emerging erection, he finished for me, dragging them to the floor, where he stepped out of them and shoved them away. Then he pulled my panties down over my knees, ankles, feet and once again, we were naked at the Hilton.

  I felt elated as he gazed at my breasts as if discovering something wondrous. Holding my breath, I gasped as he took a breast in his hand and lowering his mouth, suckled the nipple. Even naked, I was suddenly burning up as electricity pulsed through my body ending in my nexus. My hands shot to his rigid cock. “Inside me. Inside me, baby. I must have it, please."

  Still sucking my nipple, the palm of his other hand settled on my mound. When his finger flicked my clit, I tensed and yanked him upright. I urged his cock toward my recess. Stepping in closer, his cock was mere inches away. He began moaning, while sucking on my nipple causing sensual vibrations. I sighed. “What are you waiting for? Don't you—ooh ahhhh!” As he abruptly thrust his fuck stick deep inside me and began pummeling me, I gasped. “Oh, that's it baby, it feels so good."

  As in the dressing room, Scott's rough hands were on my breasts, I leaned back against the dresser mirror. Each stroke of his cock pushed me back and banged the mirror against the wall.

  Our lovemaking was perfect, nothing could top this and when he whispered in my ear, “Oh, baby your pussy is the best. I love fucking your tight, little snatch. I love to bury my rod in your wet, hot pussy. Oooh, you're the best fuck ever. I love YOU! God, I love you"

  I climaxed. At first I thought—did he say he loved me? Then a lightning bolt shot through me, followed by an undeniable feeling between my thighs, a small sensation at first that slowly, but incessantly expanded in intensity, reaching a roaring wave that announced my impending eruption. I heard bells and briefly thought—are they wedding bells? Did he say he loved me? Then the swell of pleasure swamped me drowning me in incandescence. Squirming in multiple directions, even scratching his beautiful buns, I was suddenly brought back to reality when I heard banging on the wall from next door, followed by a muffled “Hold it down. We're ... to sleep."

  He kept pounding me as if nothing had happened. I looked him in the eyes. They were glazed, like he was in a trance. “Oooh, Rachel I love the way you feel. I love you."

  Dang, he said it again. Are fifty hours and six unbelievably hot sexual couplings enough to fall in love? It must be! “I think I love you, too!” I blurted out.

  Scott's strokes slowed to a crawl, and then stopped. “What?"

  I had his attention. “I said, ‘I think I love you too.’ You kept saying you love me, so I said I love you back."

  He was back with me but his face was a blank page. “Did I? Do you?"

  "I think so. Do you?"

  His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled upward. “Yes-s-s! I think I do."

  I wrapped my legs around him and he hugged me. “What'll we do now?"

  Holding me tight, he lifted me off the dresser and kissing me hard, swung around three times. “We finish what we're doing,” I said disingenuously.

  When he stopped, he pulled his face away and said, “No, I meant what do we do about our love?"

  I looked over at the dresser and saw our reflection in the mirror. I admired the completely naked side view of my slender lover. What an arousing sight. I could see his scrotum and the base of his cock, which appeared to be supporting, me buried between my legs, deep into my warm wet cleft.

  I repeated his question, “What do we do about our love? Hmm ... Nothing. We think it's love but we don't know. Keep stroking me, please.” His piston began moving in and out again. “Mmmm, that's better. We're already boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

  "Yes, but—"

  "If we're really in love, it won't fade. It'll grow and after a while if we want something more permanent we can address it at that time."

  "No! Not good enough. Marry me! I love you. Will you marry me?"

  I looked back toward the mirror. It was not the most romantic proposal a girl ever had but it sure was sexy. Maybe it's a sign that marrying him would be a marriage full of steamy hot sex.

  I didn't answer him. Instead, he carried me over to the bed and we continued fucking. Sitting at first, then laying back while I straddled him, his pole buried in me.

  After a few minutes, I came again. Curling in a fetal position, I couldn't help it. I began to sob.

  Scott's face turned pale. “Are you all right? Is something wrong?"

  I pulled him to me. “Never, you lug. You are my knight in shining armor. Promise me! Promise me, if I were to marry you, it would be forever."

  His face lit up. “You mean it? You want to get married?"

  "Maybe. There's no doubt you push my buttons, but is it enough? Let's say I'm thinking about it."

  "Look Scott, we have known each other ... what ... a little over two days? That's not enough time, upon which, to base a rest of our life decision. I would love to marry you. You're just like I imagined my prince charming would be as a little girl, before my father died, but what's the hurry? Can't you wait thirty-five days? After my engagement at the Purple Onion is over, if you still want me, I'll marry you."

  He started to smile then stopped. “I suppose, if that's the way you want it, I can wait, but I would prefer to marry you before you run off to Frisco with Lester."

  "Good. It's settled then, first the Purple Onion, then matrimony."

  "Okay. The Rev and I will be waiting. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Reverend Robertson is crazy about you. You really turn him on. When you were talking dirty to me, he urged me to bang your sex-starved booty. He even told me to settle down with you.” He put his hand to his mouth as if shielding his conversation. “Personally, I think the Rev has a bawdy streak."

  This revelation tickled me. I laughed noisily and hugged him. I love this man! Life with him would be fun. “It is certainly reassuring to know that all of you,” my finger touched his temple, “in there, have the hots for my body."

  * * * *

  Daylight pierced the curtains and I rubbed the residue from my sleepy eyes. Curled up inside him, I smiled as I felt Scott's morning erection inadvertently probing the area of my rectum, while his hand resting tenderly upon my breast.

  A glance at my watch told me it was eleven AM. I was undecided whether to get up or go back to sleep, when a knock on the door decided for me. I threw on my Hilton robe and after padding to the door, peeked through the peephole.

  I turned away frantic and rested my back against the door. It was Uncle Ced and who he had with him, made me cringe.

  As much as I wanted, I couldn't run away from the circumstances. I turned around and opened the door.

  As she entered, I kissed her. “Hello, Mother,” I said as I embraced Ced. “Wh
at brings you to Las Vegas?"

  Always right to the point, she said, “You. Your uncle was telling me how you broke up with that wonderful Mr. Wilkins. That was upsetting enough, but when Cedric told me that you had taken up with someone else and he thought you might be serious, I became very concerned. That's why I came to see for myself."

  "Mother, you've never even met Lester. All you ever did was talk to him on the phone a couple of times."

  "Rachel, honey, I told your mother what a jerk Lester is and that I thought Scott is a nice boy, but she won't believe me."

  "It's okay, Ced. I'll handle this. Come inside and have a seat while I make a pot of coffee."

  A couple of minutes later, as I carried a tray with three cups, cream, sugar and a carafe full of coffee and set it down on the coffee table, I heard a familiar voice. “Rach. Are you coming back to bed, ‘cause I feel like snuggling?” My head turned, as did my mother and uncle. I saw my naked fiancée rubbing his eyes. As I looked back at Mother and Ced, their mouths were agape, their eyes about to bulge out of their sockets. Then, I heard Scott say, “Ooops, sorry...” and turned in time to see his cute butt disappearing through the doorway.

  Uncle Cedric said, “Looks like the courtship is progressing rather nicely, don't you think, Mazira."

  She gave him an icy stare and he sunk a couple of inches into the couch. “Is that your new love interest?” mother asked.

  I took offense at mother's reference to Scott as that. “That, Mother, is my boyfriend. We're talking about getting married in thirty-five days."

  "I see. And what about the charming Mr. Wilkins?"

  "He's toast, Mother. What you think of as charm is really phoniness."

  "And this new man you're seeing. How long have you known him?"

  "Oh, it seems like forever.” I looked at my watch again. “Roughly sixty hours."

  As usual, my mother's expression was impassive, but Tiny suddenly found the ceiling interesting. “I see, and you have been intimate?"

  "Yes, but we waited."

  Mother's right eyebrow rose ever so slightly. “Really, how long did you withhold your favors?"

  This was getting embarrassing. “Personally, I don't see where it matters.” I went to her, sat on the floor between her knees and laid my head on her lap. “Mother, I realize this is rather sudden, but I love Scott. He is the man I've dreamed about since childhood."