The character of 'Scott' was given this name after a reader named Scott sent me some lovely feedback. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story, Scott!
I would also like to thank Jasmine27 and TheMasterBaiter for help with editing.
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"You do understand what I'm saying, don't you?" Scott looked down at the woman currently rubbing her DD's all over his arm.
"Yes, baby," her nasally voice going right through him. "You want to show me off to your friends. I'm ok with that, I'm not shy." Now it was a nasally giggle, which was even worse. He was doing all he could not to pull away from her.
"So, just to be clear. I'm going to go and book a room for the night and call up my boys. We are then going to go to the room and they are going to watch while I fuck you."
The woman, Scott couldn't even remember her name, grabbed his crotch and started rubbing him through his jeans. "It's just going to be you who fucks me, isn't it? I'm really not that kind of girl. But like I said, watching is ok."
'Who is she trying to fucking kid,' Scott thought to himself, 'She probably handles dick more than I handle my own!'
"Of course you're not that type of girl, doll," Scott said out loud. The woman paused in her groping, not sure if she heard sarcasm in his voice. "Let me go and make the arrangements. You enjoy your drink." And with that Scott pulled himself up from the table and headed to the hotel reception to book a room.
As he made his way from the hotel bar to the reception area, Scott cast his mind back to just an hour ago. He'd finished his business dinner with some prospective clients from out of town, and while they had retired to their rooms, Scott came to the bar for a quick nightcap. He'd only had one small glass of red wine with his meal, he liked to keep a clear head whilst talking business. He found a empty table in the small bar and ordered himself a large Cardhu single malt whisky.
He'd been quite happy sipping his drink and replying to some emails, when a shadow fell over his table. Looking up he saw an attractive brunette, late thirties perhaps. Huge tits that were barely contained in her little red dress and a desperate look on her face. Desperate, in that way people get when they realise they've never had a relationship longer than a month or two and they're worried they never will.
She asked if he minded her sitting with him as she couldn't find an empty table. Scott had looked around, and sure enough all the tables were taken. He half stood and beckoned her to the empty seat, "It would be my pleasure." With a relieved smile she sat down.
They had then spent the next forty minutes with her throwing herself at him. She'd gotten a look at his expensive watch and suit and her face had lit up. There was no question that she would do anything to land him. He could practically see her mentally picking out wedding china and naming their kids. 'God, does she not realise what a huge turn-off desperation is?' Scott muttered to himself as he approached the man on reception.
While he waited for his credit card to be processed and the room key, he sent a quick Whatsapp to his boys on the group chat, telling them to get their collective asses to the hotel. They'd played this game on more than one occasion, everyone knew the score. Even the women did. They may be assholes but they made sure everyone was consenting. It wasn't their fault if the women they played this game with were stupid.
'I mean seriously,' he thought as he wandered back to his table in the bar, 'Does she really believe that I'm so tight with my boys that we all have to approve any perspective girlfriends? There's no way in hell I'd let those assholes see the woman I married, the mother of my children, naked. Let alone me fucking her!'
Julie couldn't believe her luck. Not only was the stranger in the bar really good looking and obviously doing well for himself, if the way he dressed was anything to go by, but he was single too. He was clearly into her, he listened attentively and asked her lots of question about her life. She was feeling sexy and confident, the three glass of wine helped, and she couldn't help but touch him.
He seemed really open to her suggestion that they get a room and get to know each other better. She had been a little surprised when he started talking about his friends, his loyal friends whom he loved, needing to make sure a potential new girlfriend would make him happy. But hell, with her younger sister's wedding fast approaching she needed not just a hot date, but husband material. And this guy would make beautiful babies. And so she agreed, they were only going to watch, she kept herself in good shape. What harm could it do?