“Oh, it’s off.”

“Yeah, I never turned it back on after getting off the airplane.”

“Good thinking. We don’t want a repeat of the last time.”

“No, we don’t,” I agreed.

It was a pretty decent hotel, but I wasn’t there to sightsee. We walked straight to the elevators.

Victoria was ready to ride the first one up with an older white couple, but I stopped her. When the elevator doors closed, I said, “We want our own elevator. I still need to check you.”

She chuckled. “Okay.”

We got on our own elevator up, and I immediately dropped to my knees in front of her and leaned under to look up her dress while pulling it away from her naked body.

“Oh my God!” she responded, embarrassed.

“Don’t you pee on me while I’m under here,” I told her.

She broke up in laughter.

I said, “It smells good under here, too.”

“It better,” she told me.

“What you spray under here?”

Before she could answer, I slid my index finger up into her cream spot. She closed her eyes and jerked forward, liking it.

“I think I want you to keep this dress on once we get to the room. You got a problem with that?” I asked her.

Before she could answer, I fingered her cream spot again.

“Uunh, no,” she moaned and jerked forward a second time.

We reached our floor where I immediately climbed back to my feet.

“You okay?” I teased.

She looked at me and said, “No, I’m not okay. Somebody’s gonna have to finish what they just started.”

I smiled and followed her to the room, where she took out the key from her purse and opened the door. I walked inside and noticed that she had already pulled back the covers. I also noticed that she had taken the phones off the hook.

I pointed at it and smiled. “Nobody even knows I’m here.”

“I don’t care,” she told me. “The phones are off. Period!”

I walked over to face her in her light blue dress and gave her a good feel all over with my hands.

“I see what you did with the bed, but we may not use it too much,” I told her.

She looked at me and smiled. “The shower?”

I looked in the opposite direction. “How about the closet?”

She grinned. “The closet? That’s rather kinky.”

“Yeah, and I want you to keep your heels on, too.”

“You think we can both fit in there?”

“We’ll make it fit.”

At first she was hesitant. Then she agreed to it. “Okay, if you say so.”

I walked over and opened the closet door to make sure there was enough room inside. First I had to remove the ironing board, the iron, and the hangers. Victoria helped me to empty it out.

“Okay, now, you want to be an actress, right?” I asked her.

She looked at me curiously with her mouth open.

“Okay, yeah.”

“So I want you to act like you’re not feeling me and you’re definitely not feeling the closet, but little by little you give in to it.”