All of the following is complete and total fiction. None of it ever occurred, nor would it.
(MF, cons, oral, anal, titfuck)
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Chapter 7: Elizabeth Gillies
"You know, this was all my idea and you still haven't told me where we're going," said Liz Gillies. She was in passenger seat of my car, which was filled with our luggage, two bags a piece. "Not even a clue?"
"There's a beach," I said. "And honestly, calling all this your idea might be a bit of a stretch."
"Really? Refresh my memory, but shortly before making you blow your wad using just my voice, what did I say we'd be doing? Was it not enjoying dinner, wine, and each other's company and bodies?"
"That it was."
"Then I rest my case."
"Well, just for resting that case I feel far more justified in not telling you where we're staying for a week."
"I do have ways of making you talk, Bartholomew." I hated being called by that name, but somehow, when Liz said it, I couldn't get too angry. Especially when she made it drip with sex.
"And I have ways of making you moan and groan, but we have to save something for the suite."
"Oh, a suite is it?" she asked. "At the beach and it's a suite..."
"Liz, stop thinking and maybe just enjoy the scenery? It's week away...that was your idea."
"Score one for me."
"Yeah, so...enjoy."
"Oh, but that's the thing Bart," she said, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "I already am. Good company goes a long way."
"I'm flattered."
"Oh you should be." she replied. "And genuinely. I don't like that many people. And going so far as to say I actually enjoy your company in a way that is only affectionate? Almost unheard of."
"A diamond in the rough, is that what I am?"
"Well, maybe. Cubic Zirconium definitely. Not just costume jewelry."
"Nice to know I'm climbing up the ladder." She gave me a smirk then leaned back in the passenger seat. I could totally understand Liz's anxiousness. Technically, this was all her idea. We still weren't "officially" dating, but she thought it'd be a good idea to just spend some time together. No work, no Hollywood, no one else but the two of us. I agreed. So after my little bit of discussion and much more with Selena about what her and I were, I made a couple calls, and well...let's just say I got the serious hook-up.
Within the next ten minutes, Liz's question was answered. We pulled into a quiet but very nice looking hotel lobby. After the valet took the car, we went into the lobby.
Liz was actually stunned silent as she looked around the surprisingly posh surroundings. The lobby was connected to a very nice looking bar and was itself loaded with comfortable couches and chairs with a nearly excruciatingly polite staff.
"Okay, color me jaw-dropped," she said. "How did you pull this off, Bart?"
"You'd be surprised the amount of money folks are willing to pay to be on a podcast where Taylor Swift is the guest." I replied. "Is that your way of saying you approve?"
"OH, don't worry, you'll see my way of giving approval sooner than later. I will say, great job." She stopped us both and kissed me, her blue eyes sparkling a small smile on her face. "Don't let that go to your head."
"Well, not yet anyway, right?"
She gave small laugh before following me to registration. It wasn't long after that that a bell person led us to our suite, which again led Liz to get a case of that dreadful dropping jaw.
The suite itself was quite large. The den area had a couch, a lounge chair and a fully stocked bar. There was even a deck with a beautiful view of the beach with enough room for a table and two chairs. The bed room itself was huge. King-size with silk sheets, another small table to eat breakfast in, and it was connected to a huge bathroom, complete with a big, spacious shower and a hot tub next to it.
As soon as I tipped the bell person and we were alone, Liz asked the question anyone would at this point.
"How the Hell are you not broke after this? Sponsorships don't pay THIS much."
"Yeah, well, this hotel? It's one of the sponsors. After your call, I called them up to see if I could take payment in some other form. Needless to say, an agreement was reached."
"Damn, you are smarter than you look. I owe Ari a dollar."
"Right in the feelings Liz," I said smirking. "So, I was thinking, after unpacking...how about you and I maybe go for a walk on the beach, right around sunset?"
"That sounds pretty romantic," she said, a smile barely being held back.
"Well, what's a little romance between friends?"
"Good point."
We promptly got into our swimsuits, Liz in an amazingly hot blue one-piece swimsuit with a sheer shawl tied around her waist as a pseudo skirt.
The beach was, fortunately for us, fairly quiet. Aside from a few people laying out, it was just the two of us. Perfect temperature, too. Not too hot nor too cold.
"Okay, sarcasm filter off again, this is great," Liz said. "You're really, really outdoing any expectations I might have had."