I was standing a few feet from the doorway, trying to convince myself that I had come this far and was only moments away from a hell of an experience. For the tenth time, I reached into my pocket and felt the wad of money to make sure it was there. Someone came out of a room three doors down, and started coming my way. I turned away and walked along the motel rooms until I came to a vending machine and stood there pretending to decide what I wanted.
The person from the other room walked past me and staring into the glass window of the machine, I ran my fingers through my sandy brown hair and looking into my brown eyes whispered, “Hi, Miranda. I’m Scott.” What after that, so is there when you get on your knees? I frowned at my reflection, I shouldn’t have shaved; I had a baby face to begin with and wondered if she would make me show my id to prove I was twenty. The girls I’d dated said I had a cute boy next door look, but doubted an older woman would be into ‘cute’
“Oh, who cares?” I muttered, “I’m paying her, she’s going to take care of me so just let it happen.” Nodding to my reflection, I turned and walked back to door 12,
Before I could lose my nerve I knocked on the door and stood there shifting my weight from one foot to another. There was no response and wondering if I’d been stood up, I went to knock again, when the door opened a few inches.
“Scott?” a soft voice asked.
“Yes.” I answered
She was standing behind the door and all I could see was her hand on the frame. Her slender fingers ended in long nails painted a deep red and my heart started beating faster.
“You’re right on time, baby.” She purred, still standing out of sight, “Come on in.”
The door swung open further and I entered the motel room. It was small and simply furnished with a small chair in the corner and a queen size bed taking up more than half the room. There was an end table on either side of the bed that contained a lamp. The lamps were off at the moment, the light replaced by a pair of candles on each table. Their glow left a lot of the room in shadows, but was bright enough to show the covers had been turned down on the bed.
“You have something for me, baby?”
“Oh, um sure!” reaching into my pocket, I removed the money and began to turn around, but she said
“Don’t turn around just yet, I wasn’t quite ready and want to be just right for you.”
“Okay.”
She was speaking so softly I could barely hear her and as I placed the money on the night stand I remained standing with my back to her.
“Nice shoulders.” She purred, her voice closer than before, “Ass is nice too,” she giggled. “I think I’m going to make out just fine tonight.”
“Thank you.” I said resisting the urge to turn around.
“And manners.” Another giggle, “Your mom did a good job.”
This time I just nodded and staring down at the bed felt my cock beginning to twitch at the thought of how close I was.
“Turn around and sit on the bed sweetie.”
Trying to hide the smile on my face, I turned around and began to sit on the bed,
“That’s funny. You look more like a Nick than a Scott.”
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