EXTRACT FOR
Gold Digger
(Blair Erotica)

At ten in the morning I opened the door to Terry's suite and went in with my cleaning cart. He had rooms that opened onto the beach. There was no "do not disturb" sign on the door, but I was sure someone was still in there so it didn't surprise me to find a woman lying naked in the big bed of the suite, but I noted it wasn't the black girl I'd seen him with the night before. This one was anything but. She had platinum blonde hair, cut very short and a pale body that sported more than a couple of tattoos. 



I thought she looked familiar.



She looked at me and stretched languidly. "Oh hello. Is it the fucking morning already? Please don't clean the bathroom yet. Terry is taking a shower. He doesn't like being disturbed."



"Fine." My heart pounded with excitement. The setup was perfect. I'd be in his room with him. The other woman was irrelevant. 



"Don't make the bed yet," she said, smiling at me and rubbing her pussy. "We might not be done with it yet. He gets horny in the morning."



I set about emptying trashcans and soon the bathroom door opened and Terry came out, smelling of soap and cleanliness and looking like a god. He was a naked god??"sculpted out of flesh like one of those Greek statues made of marble. I couldn't help but stare at his long and absolutely beautiful cock.

"Hello," he said cheerfully. The look in his eye was anything but cheerful.



"I told her to wait to clean the bathroom," the woman said. She'd seen his eyes running over my body and there was a note of concern in her voice. The look on her own face told me she'd realized that I might be competition, not just a servant. Tough shit, cutie.



"What's your name?" he asked. 



"Jen." I tossed my head as I took out my duster, knowing that the light coming in through the sliding doors would highlight my red hair. Something about red hair turns a lot of men on and I'd be an idiot not to play the card.



As for Terry, he stood still, acting as if there was nothing odd about being naked like that in front of me. I was sure he didn't think there was a damn thing wrong with it and he seemed to be giving me a chance to take in his body. "Well, Jen, do you have to clean the room now?"



"Not necessarily," I said. My heart skipped a beat. "Do you want me to come back later?"



He shook his head, then crooked a finger at me. "I want you to come here."



Suddenly it was hard to breathe. I stepped over to him hesitantly, noticing that his cock had begun to rise. He took my face in his hands, then he kissed me. "Am I right that you are an obedient woman?"



I gave him the answer he wanted. "Yes."



"Then let's play a little game." Taking my hand, he went to the bed and reached out his other hand for the woman in the bed. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. Then he turned her around and put her hand on the bedpost and sat her foot on the nightstand. He smiled at me and put my hand on his cock. As I stroked it, feeling the delicious way it came alive, growing hard and stiff in my hand, he stuck out his tongue and licked my cheek. "Here is the thing, Jen. I intend to fuck this bitch again. She thinks she didn't get enough last night. I would like you to lick my balls while I fuck her."