From dailyprompt, 2014-08-14: “I’ve never met anyone like you.
She’d sit down. She’d buy a drink and then, after a moment’s consideration or an hour’s, she’d buy him one too.
She’d slowly lose the tension that held her shoulders stiff, as she even more slowly sipped her second drink, or her third.
And he’d wait until he saw that tilt of her head, and he’d wander over, nursing the drink she’d bought him. He’d slide into a seat, just so, letting her grope him with her eyes until she’d had her fill. He’d sip his drink like he was making love to it, until her eyes filled in the blanks.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she’d say, or “you’re nothing like the guys at home,” or “you’re new.”
And he’d smile, and blush prettily, and say something that said nothing, something that pulled the attention back to her.
And she’d bring the circle back to him again, sooner or later, another drink in or three.
“You’re a really good listener,” or “I haven’t met many guys as well-dressed as you,” or “you have really nice eyes.”
And he would smile, and blush prettily, and say something that said nothing, and they’d talk about her some more.
And she would invite him up to her room, or she wouldn’t, or she’d invite himself up to his room, or they’d end up in the Jacuzzi. She’d run her hands over his body, and she’d murmur words like “I could just eat you up” or “how are you even real?”
And he would smile, and blush prettily, and say something that said nothing, and then his mouth would be otherwise busy for a while.
And she’d make noises, little ones or loud ones or screaming, and she’d arch and pant or hold very still or yank his hair, and when the alcohol and the exercise had done its job, and she’d passed him over handfuls of money or passed out and left him to take it on his own, he’d slide back out the door, and take a long shower, and a long nap.
And then he’d do it again.
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