Colin’s head pounded intensely as the sickening sounds of heaving and gagging. His face was resting against a damp towel, his pants around his ankles and a nearby trash can full of... well one could guess from the smell. Ronnie’s hair was insanely ratty and messy, chunks flying out her mouth as her caramel corn came back up.
“Ugh, my heaaaaad....” Colin moaned.
“Damn, you look like shit, babe.” Ronnie weakly smiles.
“Would I get slapped if I told you the same?” Colin asked.
The pair chuckled as they slowly got up.
“Where are we anyway?” Colin asked.
“Dunno, just woke up.” Ronnie groaned as she puked again.
Colin walked out after grabbing a quick shower, standing around in nothing but a conveniently placed robe. Weirdly enough there was a suit in his size... a nice suit, Holy shit it costed more than he made in a month! And Calvin Klein briefs?! A Rolex?! What?!
Suddenly a woman’s hands rubbed his shoulders.
“Thanks Ronnie, I really need that.” He sighed.
“Uhhhhh... yeah.” Ronnie said, asking “Mind asking ‘the maid’ were my spare clothes went?”
“Maid?” Colin asked.
Ronnie was still in the bathroom.
His dick jutted out of his pants at the sight of those absolutely stunning 32 J cups in an absolutely tiny maid dress that left the woman’s moist clit out for the pair to see. Her big full lips were painted a glistening ruby red, her eyes gazing at him hungrily.
“Hello Master...” the exotic woman purred as she pulled him into a kiss.
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Colin adjusted his tie nervously as Ronnie played with a strand of her hair not making eye contact with anybody.
“Sooooo... Mister.... Greys was it?” The elderly man asked. “How long have you known Ariel?”
“I met him at the bar I visited last night.” The maid replied. “He was there with a friend.”
“Yeah, a friend...” Ronnie half-heartedly smiled as she sipped a virgin Bloody Mary.
Colin took a bite of hollandaise topped egg, trying not to chew too messily, “I don’t...”
He swallowed, “We don’t wanna impose if that’s the word....”
“I don’t mind all that much.” The old man asked, “I get very few visitors.”
“Especially not the handsome kind...” Ariel giggles as Ronnie bends her fork gritting her teeth.
“Yeah... we need to get to work, sorry...” Colin said as he quickly polished off his breakfast and lead Ronnie out the door.
“I’m surprised you went for a man of such a low status...” the old man asked. “Weren’t you planning to ask out that Arnoldo man?”
“He’s something special...” Ariel sighed. “Something incredible.”