The Hotel Tryst

Just the thought of her hair covered in peanut butter tickled his fancy and he couldn't help but start to giggle, then outright laugh at her plight.

"Hey," she said, gazing down at him with a slight frown. "This isn't funny, you know."

He threw his head back and laughed harder. It really wasn't all that funny, but it was at the same time. Things just turn out that way. On some occasions you just need to laugh, even if what you're laughing at isn't all that funny.

Still wearing a cute pout, Nikki sat up, scrambled along his body and sat astride his chest, lightly wrapping her hands around his neck in a mock strangulation gesture. His laughs were causing his body to jerk up and down, and hers rocked in time with his, with her beautiful breasts jiggling invitingly to the motion.

"It's not nice to laugh about a girl's hair, buster. Do you know how long it takes to wash this sort of stuff out?" she asked, her creased brow being betrayed by her smiling mouth.

"I'll help you wash it," he said, beginning to get a hold of his laughing fit. "After all, I guess I should share some of the blame for the condition it's in. Turn around, let's have a look."

Openly smiling down at him now, she turned her head and her hair flipped about with the momentum. As with her face, the back of her blond hair was completely covered in peanut butter - it was right in there and it was going to be a pain in the ass to wash without help.

"Do I want to know" she asked softly.

"No...I don't think you do."

"Darn," she said with a small laugh, turning back to face him. "And here I was hoping for the best. If it looks anything like your face then I guess you're right; I don't want to know."

They rose from the bathrobes - which, incidentally, hadn't sustained a single drop of peanut butter while they'd acted out her fantasy - and went over to the massive vanity mirror. Both Nikki and Daniel gazed open mouthed at their reflections, for each of them hadn't realised - or accepted - that they looked just as bad as the other.

"Holy shit," he said from behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and traced his palms over her stomach, then rested his chin in the crook of her shoulder and smiled at her reflection.

"We certainly made a mess of ourselves, didn't we?" she said, smiling back at him.

"Oh yeah, but you can't say we didn't have fun doing it."

"It wasn't just fun, it was sexy as well."

"And hot," he said.

"Don't forget tasty."

"Plus all kinds of spectacular."

"Quite simply, it was orgasmic to the nth degree and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it," she purred, then turned her face to his and brushed her lips against his.

It was an affectionate kiss, made even sweeter with the knowledge that they were sharing a cocktail of peanut butter, saliva, semen and pussy juice between them.

A lot of guys flat out refuse to kiss a girl after they'd shot cum inside her mouth. Daniel couldn't work out why. Sperm came from their own bodies and if a guy expected a girl to swallow and taste it, then he wasn't one to be a hypocrite and refuse to do likewise.

They finished their feverish kissing, stepped into the shower and began the arduous task of washing each other off. They were both so exhausted from the night's sexual activities that no more funny business happened between them. All they did was scrub and wash each other's bodies and share a kiss every once in a while.

After towelling one another dry, they retired to the main bedroom and made the bed. Nikki was the epitome of loveliness and Daniel couldn't help but stare openly at her as they both fixed the sheets to the bed and smoothed out the doona on top. Her blond hair had been shampooed clean and dried with a blow dryer. It was shiny and it played over her shoulders in shimmering cascades, making it hard to believe that thirty minutes earlier it had been streaked with peanut butter.

Her nipples hardened when she became aware of his inspection and an affectionate smile slid across her lips. The rest of her gorgeous body was as clean and beautiful as her hair was, while the creamy-white skin of her face glowed with a post-sex shine that said, 'You can jump my bones anytime, anywhere.'

Daniel switched the bedroom lights off and the room was momentarily cloaked in darkness.

The red velvet curtains on the wall length window lay open and the city shined in at them with a crescent-shaped moon as a backdrop. Because of the bright city lights and the ambient moon, no stars could be seen stuck to the cloudless, inky black sky.

Daniel could see the lights from other high-rise buildings burning, either from late night workers, people in hotels, or cleaners on night duty. Maybe no one was in those buildings and someone had simply left the lights running all night.

The city of Melbourne never slept. Even at eleven o'clock at night the sounds of cars drifted up to the twentieth floor and into their hotel suite. There were squeals of breaks, honks of horns, an assortment of revving engines and the 'ding, ding' of the occasional tram, which, all coupled together sounded almost musical, as if the city was one giant orchestra.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" she said softly.

For the briefest of moments he had retreated inside his own private universe, having forgotten all about Nikki's presence as his mind became lulled by the glitzy sights and sounds of the city. He turned and found Nikki standing right next to him, looking as hypnotised by what was beyond the glass as he was.

Suddenly needing human contact, he reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly, surprised that her grip emulated his.

"Yes," he agreed. "There's nothing natural about skyscrapers that are a hundreds of feet in the air. All that concrete and smog staring back at you when you look up into the sky...it's filthy and ugly for sure.

They stood at the window for a long time, bathed in the light of the city and its sounds. A lot of things could happen in a city like Melbourne. It was a strange place, so the fact that a chemistry existed between a prostitute and a mysterious man with many identities wasn't out of the ordinary.

"I wasn't born here," she said. "I was born in the country. A quaint little town in Tasmania, can you believe that?" Nikki appraised him with a questioning look and he nodded his head. He believed it.

Her milky skin appeared even paler in the given light, creating the impression that she wasn't flesh and blood but a ghost that would fade with the coming daylight. Daniel griped Nikki's warm hand with apprehension. He felt slightly foolish, but perhaps this was his mind's way of projecting his fear of losing her tomorrow morning.

"I always wanted to be a something, not a nothing. So I tried my heart out in school and ended up making great grades - grades that were good enough to go to Deakin in Melbourne. So I came, no question. I wanted to go to one of the best schools in the country and Deakin was one of them."

Daniel had a feeling that this was heading somewhere important, so he just nodded and let her continue.

"When I got here it wasn't as easy as I thought it was going to be. I was studying Journalism and it was a heavy workload, add to that the fact that I was working as a waitress trying to pay for my rent, food and my degree; it wasn't easy. Waiting tables wasn't covering all my expenses, and one day I noticed that a brothel was hiring girls, so I went and enquired, did the tests and started working there within two weeks. I'd always enjoyed sex and I knew that I was good at it, so I had no trouble performing my duties as a prostitute.

"Somehow...I lost sight of everything I wanted from then on. I was making good money and all I had to do was lie on my back and make guys feel good. As you know, that's a pretty easy task for a girl to accomplish."

With his heart beating a little too fast, Daniel slipped his left arm around her bare waist and stroked her back. He brought his right hand up to her face and traced his fingers over her lips.

"What are you trying to say?" he asked.

"If we're going to...you know...well...you need to know a little bit about my past and what I've done. Daniel, when I worked in that brothel I worked there for a whole year, most of that being full-time. I was fucking at least 10-12 guys a day. Do you know how many guys this means I've fucked in total?"

It meant she'd fucked a shitload of guys. Amazingly, he didn't feel ashamed of her or disgusted, just saddened. Then again, it was only sex. Why did society frown upon people who had lots of sex?

"So many," she said. "I've fucked so many men. I feel that you should know this about me because...oh God, what's happening here? You made me cum three times when we did my fantasy. Three times! And I am so scared that what I'm telling you will make whatever is happening between us go up in flames, but you have to know, I owe it to you-"

"Shut up," he said tenderly, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"But-"

"No. No buts." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was soft, gentle and filled with some unknown energy that he couldn't help but love feeling course through his body. Her lips and tongue were exquisitely soft and her sighs were ones he could get used to, wanted to get used to, and he hoped that they would become more of a permanent fixture to any given day.

Grabbing her by hand again, he directed her over to the bed, pulled back the covers and motioned for her to get in. He slipped underneath the sheets and then he snuggled up to her body, savouring the warmth that she radiated. Both of their heads were shared the same pillow and they were facing one another, their eyes searching one another's in the soft light.

"What's one of your biggest fantasies?" she asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.

"Uh..."

"Tell me, please? Oh, and being with two women at once doesn't count. I know that's practically every guy's fantasy."

"Darn," he said. "I thought I could get away with that one."

He sat and thought about it for a few moments, knowing exactly what one of his fondest fantasies involved. Most people would perceive it as being pretty strange, and really, what is a sexual fantasy but something someone finds almost impossible to perform with another person. That's why they most often remain purely a fantasy, and strange ones at that.

"C'mon," she persisted. "Tell me. I promise that I won't laugh. Hell, you helped me out with a recurring one of mine, so I'd like to return the favour."

"I'm afraid that we couldn't do it tonight even if you wanted to, Nikki. You finally killed it."

Nikki laughed. "I knew if I put my mind - or mouth - to it, I'd finally kill you off. Don't worry, you've even exhausted me and that's not an easy task."

"Okay, okay," he said. "Just...don't laugh or think I'm weird, okay?"

"Okay," she said, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at him. In the pale light he could see that the sheet had fallen away and had exposed her lovely breasts, and before he could resist the temptation he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Hmm, that feels so nice," she said, allowing him to take his time to suck and lick both breasts.

Once he'd finished, he pulled his mouth away and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said. "They just looked way too inviting."

"You don't hear me complaining, do you? So c'mon, what's this fantasy of yours?"

"Okay...I've always had this fantasy about cumming all over a girl's face..."

"That's it? That's not weird. Sheesh, I let guys do that to me all the time."

"And then I want to lick it off and feed it to you," he added.

"Oh," she said with a smile. "That doesn't happen quite as often."

"Has it happened at all?"

"...No, I don't think it has. Hey, that could be quite sexy; I'll definitely have to do that with you."

"Really?"

She leaned forward and thrust her tongue deep into is mouth, kissing him passionately while running a hand over the right side of his face. After sucking on her tongue for a few minutes, he pulled away and slid his hand underneath the sheet, caressing and stroking her body. She was sleek, warm and smooth, and it could be said that he hoped that she would be sleeping next to him for many, many nights to come.

"What time are you going to leave tomorrow?" he finally asked, swallowing back a lump in his throat the size of the state of Victoria.

"I don't know, how about we talk about that in the morning?"

They lay back down with their heads sharing the same pillow and their bodies pressed firmly together. She had an arm draped over his waist and he with hers. They continued to chatter quietly to themselves, until some time after midnight the sandman paid her a visit.

For about a half an hour he watched her sleep. Her breaths were shallow and in rhythm, her face slack and beautiful in the soft light. From time to time he reached over and traced the curve of her cheek, her lips and her brow, sliding his fingers gently through her hair and brushing it away from her face.

Nikki was the most beautiful woman he'd ever come across, and only a fool would let her past affect how he would mould his future.

Daniel began to drift off to sleep and he wondered vaguely what on earth the next day would bring. Not only did he have the worry of the divulging his current job status to Nikki, he also didn't know where he stood with her.

Chaos...he thought, and then fell asleep.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

The Hyatt hotel, Melbourne

06:29 hrs - Saturday

Daniel jolted awake and was sent spiralling back into reality from a terrifying nightmare. The remnants of it were already fading, but a few wisps lingered in the corners of his mind until finally, after pressing a hand to his temples, they disappeared entirely from his consciousness and were never seen again.

With reaction time born of his profession, he whipped his body around after a brief - yet absurd - thought that something had happened to Nikki. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her face framed by her blond hair. No blood adorned her creamy skin, nor had any been absorbed by the white sheets covering her sleek, sexy form.

Nikki's face was on its side and there was a thin line of drool sliding down the side of her mouth and onto the pillow. The starched sheets hugged her body with mouth-watering tightness and he felt a heat spreading through his groin already, hardening at the thought of the glorious treasures hidden underneath those white sheets.

Now fully awake, he couldn't believe what had transpired between them the night before. It was beyond his comprehension and it felt as far off and distant as the nightmare he'd just woken up from. But here she was, Nikita, lying next to him in bed sans clothes.

He reached out and stroked her warm, dry cheek. Her skin was soft and supple, and after he'd traced every curve he brought his fingers down to her lips and wiped away the drool, rubbing his now wet hand against the doona cover.

The early morning sun streamed through their east-facing window and struck every available surface in the room with its orange rays. Golden sunshine splashed over Nikki's fair skin, giving the impression that she was a goddess of light and that darkness could never touch upon her being.

It was simple - she was stunning, even with her features soft and slack while she visited the land of nod.

He leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead, then got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot spray bathed him from head to toe. He closed his eyes and hardened when he pictured Nikki on her hands and knees with her pussy covered in peanut butter, rubbing it all over his face. Déjà vu sluiced through him as he recalled how he'd had to resist the same urge to masturbate the previous night.

Finished showering, he got out and towelled himself dry, put on a robe and brushed his teeth. Smelling as clean and fresh as a recently changed baby, Daniel walked out into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Nikki hadn't moved a single muscle since he'd left her ten minutes ago.

He stroked her luscious body through the sheets. "I don't want you to leave," he said softly, a whisper really. "Maybe it's easier to tell you while you're asleep because it seems so fantastic and strange, or maybe it's because you're so beautiful and I'm afraid you'll reject me. I have to admit, I've had a pretty bad run with women lately. They find out what I do for a living and then they're off like the wind, never to be seen or heard from again."

He rubbed his hand over her firm rump and gave it a gentle squeeze. A small part of him wanted to rip the sheets away from her body so he could gaze openly at it, but another part of him equally enjoyed the restraint of looking but not seeing. Sometimes it was better to imagine what was underneath the sheets or clothes, rather than looking straight away.

"It's not just your body that excites me," he continued. "It's everything. You seem so smart and you're so much fun to be around. I've never met a girl like you before and I'm afraid I never will again.

"You being a hooker doesn't bother me like you think it does. It doesn't disgust me in the slightest; you're still the same sweet, funny and beautiful young woman regardless. Sure, if we are to have any chance at being a couple you'd probably have to stop, but I have a job I could give you anyway. You could become my partner."

He bent over her body to kiss her on the cheek. Before he managed to plant his lips on her skin, the bed shifted and soft flesh brushed against his mouth. Moments later something wet and squishy slid between his lips and a hand cupped the back of his head, crushing his mouth against hers.

"You sneak, you were supposed to be asleep!" he exclaimed after they pulled their panting mouths away.

"You wouldn't have said all those things to me if you didn't want me to hear them," she countered with a smile.

"Did you hear it all?"

"Every lovely word you uttered."

Now that he thought about it, her breathing had seemed a little bit irregular, and hadn't her face twitched every now and then as if she was holding back a smile or a grin?

"I want to stay," she said with a small nod. "Boy, do I ever. I'm not going back to the Marquis Escort Agency; I'm through with that work now. I broke every single cardinal rule of the trade with you, and what's more, I don't want to see you walk right out of my life when I like you being in it so much."

They hugged fiercely and then kissed each other hard, savouring the moment because it was the beginning of something fresh and exciting. Thus far they'd both carelessly played the cards that God, the croupier in the poker game of life, had dealt them. Maybe it was time to play their hands a little more sensibly, or just cash in their chips and quit the game before it quit them.

"So now can you tell me what you do for a living?" she asked.

"Are you sure that you want to know?"

Nikki gave him a quick kiss. "Yes. Whatever it is, I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

This was the crunch time. Ground zero. Sally Kensington had stormed out of his life when he'd informed her that, instead of being a computer salesman, he was actually a highly successful, fiercely sought after professional thief. Banks, jewellery stores, millionaires' mansions with hi-tech surveillance systems - you name it, he'd robbed it.

He was wanted in three countries: Australia, The United States of America and France. The last he'd heard, the F.B.I. had assigned a taskforce specifically designed for the sole purpose of hunting him down.

"I'm a...thief."

Nikki's brow furrowed. "A thief?"

"Yeah, a thief."

"You mean, like, you hold up banks and liquor stores?"