Vince

Vince swung by to pick me up the other night to take me to dinner at this recommended restaurant but as we were eating, we were shocked because the food wasn’t as good as we were both told. We just finished what we’d ordered - appetizers - when we asked for the bill. Once paid, we left and ended up grabbing fast food. We ate in his car as we headed back to the hotel. Thankfully, he cracked his windows to help air out his car. He grabbed my overnight bag and my travel mug of water while I grabbed my purse and the garbage from dinner. I saw a garbage can in the lobby so I tossed the garbage in that garage can.

Vince led me to the room he had. I smiled and took his offered hand. The elevator ride took a few minutes since we had the only room on the top floor. We got out and he swiped the key card into the slot and let me in first then followed me in. He put my stuff in closet and went to the mini fridge to grab us some water. I took a few sips before turning to see that half the room was filled with my birth month’s flower.

“Thank you, Vin,” I said before I hugged him. “Very sweet of you to grab flowers for me!”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he said as he kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you.”

I started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and then Vince followed my lead. We were undressed and on the bed in no time at all. As I laid on my back, he kissed and caressed my body, lingering on my breasts. I moaned his name and spread my legs for him. He climbed on top of me and inserted his hard penis in my wet apex and started sliding his penis in and out of me. 

He screwed me like that for over an hour and he filled me with his seed several times. As he filled me up the umpteenth time, I wrap my legs around him and flip us over so I’m on top. I start grinding against him and riding him, he climaxed again. I gently climbed off  of him.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I pulled my phone out of my purse to order a car but texted George instead. “Did you take me to a nice restaurant and then fill half of the hotel room full of flowers that I’m super allergic to in order to bed me?”

"I didn't realize that you're allergic to flowers,' he said.

"I am asthmatic - to which you are well aware of - plus I am allergic to pollen!" I exclaimed as I got dressed. "You ever see me use my rescue inhaler, use a nasal spray for allergies, pop a Zyrtec? Especially after being given flowers…?”

"Well, yeah...." he said.

"Put two and two together," I said as I threw on my jacket and grabbed my stuff.

I immediately put my stuff back down and searched the room thoroughly to make sure I didn't leave anything behind; which I didn't. I kissed Vince on the cheek, grabbed my stuff again and headed down the stairs....taking the elevator would make George wait even longer. The second that my foot hit the sidewalk, George pulled up. I threw my overnight bag in the backseat, climbed into the front seat and slammed the door.

"Where are we going?" George asked as he sped out of the hotel parking lot.

"I don't know but it needs to have alcohol, George, and plenty of it," I said. "You're going to need it!"

George drove us to this hole in a wall of a bar; his friend owned it and there was a standing offer for George - the booth that's the furthest from any other table and booth was his and no one could use it unless George was there with them. He parked, got out and met me at my door - I was already out of the car and my cross-body purse across my body. He smiled, shook his head and offered his hand to me. I took his hand and followed him into the bar. 

We sat down at the booth that's unofficially his. We ordered some food - nachos, potato skins and nachos - and a pitcher of sangria. By the time the first pitcher of sangria was empty and halfway through the second pitcher when he asked what was going on.

"George, I know that I should call you Giuseppe but I know you as George," I started. "An old lover of mine knew who you are as you were in the military together and knew that you went into the protection services but mostly for diplomats. There was some sociopathic psychopath stalking me and that's why my former lover hired you. The more that you drove Vince and I, and the more I got to know you, I realized that you have multiple identities due to your work for the several agencies that you work for."

"Deppgrl?" he said. "How do you know my true identity? No one calls me Giuseppe but my mother because she doesn't know exactly what I do."

"I know this because I am one of your bosses," I said.

"What?" he asked