This story starts reasonably vanilla but will look to move on to the exploration of some darker themese as well, depending on my interest, as well as yours. I have lots of ideas but my time is limited, so all comments and ratings are welcomed! Abuse, however, I can do without. Thanks for reading!
Shane Miller awoke with a start. Unsure of where he was, he forced his eyes to focus on what little light there was, before he realised that he was in the luxurious presidential suite of the largest hotel in town, a far cry indeed from his spartan surroundings at home. He definitely preferred his hard mattress at home to the softer, more giving material here, but everything else made him purr with satisfaction. He made to get out of bed and enjoyed the deep carpet under his feet as he rose and padded across the suite and into the equally palatial bathroom. Shane neither knew nor cared whether the taps and trappings were gold, gold plated or gold painted, but he got a kick out of relieving himself in such a richly appointed room. He was tired, but pleasantly so, and allowed his mind to wander over the previous forty eight hours.
A well appointed private jet, meeting with the current team, the made to measure memorabilia, the video the pictured him as part of the university, the amazing celebrity appearance, the freely available booze and drugs and the women, oh my God the women! Even to his well practised eye, he was unsure which had been paid for and which ones were there to try and snag a future All-Pro. Yes, this University was really putting the full court press on him, and he appreciated it, seeing as he knew he pretty much had his pick of any school in the country...and so did they. He debated having a sneaky cigarette, a precarious vice of his given the situation, but still better for deal with the stresses of life than drinking to excess, right? He washed his hands and made his way back to the bed, trying to remember where his lighter was in the deep twilight. As he bent over the bedside table to feel around for it, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand snaked around his stomach.
"Jesus Christ!" he shouted as he tried to stand up and whirl around at the same time, nearly falling over ass backwards into his pile of clothes. As he tried to regain his balance and fight the intruder, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't, in fact, fallen asleep on his own. Taking deep breaths and trying to relax, he heard a slightly croaky voice say:
"What is it, baby? Can't sleep?" A figure stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes as she tried to make sense of the weird dance Shane appeared to be doing at the side of the bed. Shane briefly drew a complete blank on what her name was before he made the connection - Layla, stage name Candace - the hot as hell ebony stripper who had made it perfectly clear that what she wanted was to fuck him senseless, no strings attached. Her movements were lithe as she made her away across the bed and then got up, embracing him. "Baby, I thought we'd used up all our energy already," she whispered in his ear, letting her lips brush against his earlobe, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. She was completely naked, and Shane could feel her nipples hardening against his chest as this Amazonian style beauty held him.
"Don't worry, gorgeous, I just had to get rid of something. Join me on the balcony?" She moved her head back and regarded him, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I thought you didn't want no kinky shit," she replied, her voice getting silkier as she moved into consciousness. Shane could feel himself getting hard again despite himself. Layla had made him cum three times last night and he really thought that he was all fucked out, but the feeling of her smooth skin and her breath on his face was sending all the blood in his body racing to his cock.
"Come and have a cigarette with me," he whispered, remembering that he had left everything outside the evening before.
"Sure thing baby," she said. He took a sheet in one hand and then picked her up, eliciting a brief squeal of delight as he took her in his arms and made his way outside. The weather was still warm enough and he sat down at the table, with Layla on his lap as she wrapped them up in the sheet. He picked up that packet of smokes and put two in his mouth, lit them and gave one to her. They both inhaled the smoke gratefully, and Shane could feel her regarding him as she made herself more comfortable.
"What is it, gorgeous?" he asked her, turning his attention from the night back to her.
"You ain't nothin' like I expected, baby," she said to him, stroking his hair as she admired his body.
"What do you mean?" said Shane, a little surprised.
"Baby, we all knew that you were coming to visit this evening, and believe me, you ain't the first high school hero we've had in the club for recruitment. Usually it's wide eyed country boys or jock assholes who try to get with all of us as soon as they can. But when you came in we could all tell that you were different. Sober, respectful, thoughtful, maybe calculating? You enjoyed yourself and so did we. Man, Jenna is going to be so pissed that you picked me, she was sure that her lap dance was gonna swing it her way!" She cackled suddenly, and Shane laughed along with her, even though he wasn't sure why gr should.
"I'll let you into a little secret, Layla. I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you. It just took me a while to work out that the recruiters had an - arrangement? Is that the right word? - with the club. Even I usually have to work it a bit to attract the ladies! But I can get blond bimbos wherever I go. I can't get beautiful women like you. And you surely are beautiful."
"You already got me, darlin', you don't have to keep layin' it on," purred Layla, quite clearly pleased by the unexpected compliment. Shane traced his finger up her arm, across her chest and then up her neck before tracing her lips and kissing her gently.
"If I don't lay it on, it might be someone else telling you you're beautiful, and that would make me sad, gorgeous." Layla, quite unexpectedly, could feel her heart picking up speed as this high school quarterback teased and tantalised her. She wasn't stupid, in fact she was far from it, and Shane wasn't the first recruit she had taken to bed, and he probably wouldn't be the last. However, he was the first who had treated her like an equal, and not a piece of meat who was to perform to their satisfaction. She took a final drag on her cigarette and leaned over Shane to stub it out.
