“Sure, come on in,” Tony joked sarcastically. “Make yourself at home. It’s not like I was about to leave or anything.”
“Don’t make this more awkward than it needs to be,” Cassie said.
“Make what awkward?” he asked.
“This.” Cassie said.
With that, Cassie dragged her suitcase up onto the hotel bed.
“I don’t feel right leaving the way I did and I don’t think you do either,” she said.
“Umm…” Tony stuttered, unsure where this was going.
Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket, typed in her password and opened up the email that set all of tonight’s events in motion.
“Hey Alyssa,” she read. “I saw your ad online and wanted to reach out to book an appointment with you.”
Tony didn’t need to listen. He knew what the words in that email said before they were spoken.
“Stop,” he pleaded.
“Just listen for a minute,” she replied, returning to the email. “I’m looking for someone to fulfill a specific fantasy of mine and I think your the girl– by the way, you used the wrong form of that word here.”
“Are you really trying to teach me grammar right now?”
“I’m just saying.” Cassie continued. “I think ‘your’ the girl. I like your attitude and love the way you look in your photos. You’re so sexy.”
Tony couldn’t help but blush from embarrassment knowing he called his cousin sexy. Whether that was his intent or not didn’t matter. He said it and he said it based on the photos she posted. Family member or not, he liked her body and admitted it.
“My fantasy is super simple,” she continued. “I want to hire you to come to my hotel room, get dressed super sexy in all black, strip for me, give me a lap dance and see what happens from there.”
Tony was mortified.
Thank God he didn’t get into specifics of the sex acts he really wanted. They weren’t weird or anything but hearing his cousin talk about how he wanted her to blow him and let him fuck her for an hour would have been too much to take.
“I’m STD clear, super discreet, yada yada yada,” Cassie read, trailing off before she could finish the email. “You know the rest.”
“Yeah, I do,” he said.
“Okay,” she replied.
“Okay what?” Tony asked.
“Well, let’s talk about it for a second,” she said.
“Can we really not?” Tony pleaded, already beyond embarrassed and just looking for a way to get out of this room without crawling out of his skin.
“No, no,” she said. “I just want to talk.”
“About what?”
“A striptease? A lap dance?” she asked.
“Yeah?” Tony asked, still unsure what she was getting at.
“I mean …” Cassie paused. Was she really about to say what she came into this room to say? “I can do that.”
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The words hung in the air like moisture on a humid day.
“What?” Tony asked.
Cassie didn’t know what to say next and almost immediately regretted those last four words when they slipped from her mouth. But there was no turning back now. She said what she said. The only thing left to do was to see where things went next.
“I can do that,” she said. “I can give you a striptease and a lap dance.”
“You want to strip for me?” Tony said, his brain still not processing this as real. “Me? Your cousin?”