I snapped my eyes back up just in time to see Oakley Davis drop his towel. Sweet mother of our lord and savior, Meryl Streep. Seeing Oakley’s cock online versus seeing it in person was a completely different thing. It was a spiritual experience. It was like I left my body and was looking down upon the world with my lady garage open and ready for his bus of a dick to park itself right up in there.

I was so engrossed in thinking about how I was going to sleep next to Oakley that night, knowing exactly what he was packing on his side of the bed, that I practically jumped out of my skin when he came up beside me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Hey there, Solver. You looked pretty deep in thought. Everything ok?”

I nodded my head and stammered, willing my coochie to calm the fuck down. “Yeah, all good. How many parties are you going to make me follow you to tonight?” I asked, already dreading the answer. I was already hot and sweaty from the game, which by the way took three hours and thirteen minutes. Fifteen minute quarters, my ass. My makeup had melted into a swirling cakey mess, and I could smell myself. All I wanted to do was take a shower and change into pajamas.

He was already in boxers and was shrugging on his pants while staring at me, his head cocked to the side. “I was thinking we’d start off bar hopping at a couple of local hot spots,” he began, crouching lower to look me in the eye from where I was sitting. I internally cringed. “Then, we could hit up a couple frat parties. They’re all on the same block, so it’s easy to get to.”

I could already feel the blisters on my feet. I hadn’t worn comfortable shoes today. “Sounds great,” I forced out. I didn’t want Oakley to go off partying, but we made a deal. I wouldn’t cramp his style if he let me do my job. I was going to do my best to not annoy him.

“And then,” Oakley continued, reaching out to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. “I can find some hot piece to bring home. Would you mind sleeping in the lobby? I shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours.”

Nope. I drew the line there. I opened my mouth to protest, but Oakley burst out laughing, interrupting me. “I’m kidding, Solver. Let’s go back to the hotel and grab some take-out. I just want to eat and sleep. I’m fucking sore.”

I let out a sigh of relief just as Dale exited the showers buck naked.

Oh. Em. Gee. I looked away quickly. Oakley threw Dale a towel. “Come on, man, Amanda’s here. Cover up.” Funny how Oakley suddenly cared about nudity.