She was grinning with twinkles in her eyes.

“That’s original. I think I can do that.”

“Good.” I pulled out a stack of condoms from my suitcase to take with me.

I turned off the lights and said, “Allison, you don’t mind if I turn the lights off, do you? It’s kind of bright in here.”

Victoria went right into her role. “Actually, I do mind.” She turned the lights back on. “What would Roger think if he came back here and found us in the dark, Mike. I don’t think that’s a good idea. And I don’t want to give my man the wrong impression about me. I’m a good girl.”

“Nobody said you wasn’t a good girl. But are you feeling guilty about the lights being off, is that it?” I asked her and clicked them back off.

She tried to reach again for the lights, but I caressed her arm and pulled it away.

“Allison, you just don’t know how sexy you are,” I told her.

She said, “I do know, and so does Roger.”

“Look, I’m tired of hearing about that guy. He’s not here right now, and what he don’t know won’t hurt him.”

I finally started to pull her toward the closet.

“What are you doing?” she asked me.

“This is where we need to keep it, right inside this closet.”

“I’m not going inside that closet with you. What is wrong with you?”

She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her.

“Come on, he won’t know, just a couple of minutes.”

“No, what are you…No.”

I pulled her inside the closet anyway. I whispered, “Be quiet, the people next door may hear you.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to be in here with you,” she whispered back to me. “How would you feel if somebody did this to your woman?”

“That’s why I don’t have a woman,” I told her. I spun her around to bend her over.

“Stop it. What are you doing?” she whispered, facing me again.

I pulled my pants and drawers down to slide a condom over my erection.

“I don’t know why you’re doing that. You’re not getting anything,” she told me.

I turned her back around and pulled her dress up.

“Would you stop it. This is not right,” she told me.

I don’t know if I watched too many dramatic American movies about racial tensions or what, but my heart started to race as if it was all real. I was actually thinking about stopping myself, but I didn’t.

I spread her legs just enough to guide myself in.

“Please, don’t do this. Don’t do this, Mike. I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl.”

Man, she sounded too fucking real for comfort. I felt like I was about to get myself lynched, but I was already inside of her, and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking. It felt too good. So I had to cut the acting shit out before it disturbed my groove.