[ashtodust]

Eight

Jeanette: Oh god... Thank you so much for tracking me down! You must have taken a while to guess the combination to my luggage.

My eyes were now drawn to the two little peaks jutting out of her white camisole, supported just by the two sexy, thin straps down her shoulder. Maybe I stared a little too intently. She glanced down at her own chest and adjusted her top so her nipples were not that obvious. She should have put on a bra before letting me in. For her bottom half, all she had was a pair of short FBT shorts and I was sure I could see somethings if I stared hard enough. But to draw her closer to me, I must keep my distance for now.

In her room, alone with her. A braless Jeanette wearing short shorts. Sitting on the edge of her bed. Close enough to smell the product on her face and hair. Close enough to pin her down and fuck the brains out of her... close enough...

Me: The whole night, miss... So, where's my luggage?

Turning around to scrutinize her room, I noticed a familiar luggage at the corner, its zipper open.

Jeanette: I... I thought I forgot my combination and cut the zipper open... Sorry...

Me: What!

Jeanette: I didn't know...

Me: Count it as my misfortune then. Ok, here are your stuff, now I'll take mine back.

In my career dealing with my clients and their rivals, I had taken many calculated risks with people. This time, I'm taking another one of those calculated risks. I walked out of her room.

She is supposed to say something.

I was now at the doorstep. Is she really not going to offer to make up for spoiling my luggage?

Jeanette: Wait! I should do something to make up for spoiling your luggage. Are you free for coffee at the cafe downstairs?