I didn’t want everything getting too damn sentimental, because then I wouldn’t want to touch the girl.

After my comment, she broke up laughing and remained loose.

She said, “I don’t wanna be bad. I wanna be good to you.”

The limo pulled out into the street, and we were off on our way to the Swissôtel. But Victoria was fucking up my mood with that good-girl shit. I didn’t want a love story that night, I wanted some hot, wet pussy, no matter what color it was.

I told her, “Well, you’re gonna be bad tonight,” and I forced myself to lean toward her lips for a kiss. She accepted my advance and kissed me softly with an open mouth. And boy did her little tongue do nice work on mine. She teased me just enough to make me crazy curious about her. Then she pulled away and whispered, “Are you really gonna make me be bad tonight?”

Man, that white girl was ready to make me give it to her in the limo before we even made it back to the hotel.

“I only want you to do what you want to do…as long as it’s bad.”

She chuckled and said, “Okay.”

Next thing I knew, she had slipped her hand away from mine so that she could massage the erection that had stiffened inside my pants.

“Is this bad enough?” she teased me.

“It’s a start. I’m just curious to see how far you’re planning to go with it.”

She looked into my eyes all misty, and grinned. Then she bit her lower lip. “I guess we’ll soon see.”

No Peace, No Pleasure

VICTORIA AND I made it back to my hotel without getting too kinky inside the limo, and we stepped into the lobby, hand in hand, on the way to my suite for a night of fun-filled privacy.

“Hey, Terrance, perfect timing.” It was Corey Sanders, standing right in front of me near the registration counter in a gray sweatsuit. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for two days. I was gonna leave you a message over here to call me.”

It was the wrong time for me, and unfortunately for him, I was flying back out of town the next morning.

Corey looked to Victoria and nodded to her. “How are you doing?”

She nodded back and said, “I’m fine.”

I didn’t want to say anything to him at all. I had a one-track mind on scoring, and I had been dodging Corey’s phone calls on purpose. I even wondered how he knew where I was staying, though that information wasn’t that hard to get. I never traveled in secret, and I usually took what accommodations my hosts would give me without much complaint. I wasn’t high maintenance at all.

Anyway, Corey motioned for me to step aside in private. “Let me speak to you for just one minute, Terrance.”

I was noticeably hesitant. “Not right now, man. I’ll call you,” I told him. I wanted to get on the move toward the elevators with Victoria.