“Well, lucky for you,” he replied, “I like older women.”
I heard a scoff from her, and a chuckle from him.
“There’s a girl in the cabinet. Go for her,” she told him.
Just then, wood hit wood, and it sounded like the metal handle of a cabinet jiggling. “Bitch!” I think the other girl hiding in the cabinet exclaimed.
“Hey, thanks,” the other dude said. I heard some more shuffling and protesting, a door slamming shut (the bathroom?), and then footsteps.
Silence followed, and then the voice of the girl who’d been hiding in the drapes spoke up. “Don’t tell anyone about this.” The bed dipped under me, and I jostled side to side, my eyes going wide with alarm.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “You’ll want to tell everyone about this.”
And I felt them both moving and shifting on the bed.
I held onto the pillows, trying to make sure they stayed covering me, as they started going at it. Heavy breathing, constant rolling, kissing, and a few moans from her, and then suddenly the headboard hit the wall.
Jesus! For a girl who doesn’t mess around with underclassmen, she was certainly giving this her all.
My body rocked back and forth, and shook my head. I couldn’t stay here while they had sex.
Turning onto my stomach, I dug my elbows into the bed and pulled myself off the side, sliding onto the floor. I crouched down on the carpet, still for a moment and listening for their moaning and kissing.
It was still going.
They didn’t notice me.
Crawling around the bed, I headed for the door to see if the hallway was clear. Everyone had to have been discovered by now.
But just then the hotel room door swung open again, and a young guy, his mask pushed up on top of his head, immediately spotted me.
“Well, well.”
Oh, hell, no.
I pushed myself to my feet and barreled past him, running into the hallway.
And right into someone else’s arms.
I screamed, drew back my hand, balled my fist, and popped the guy right in the face of his mask.
He stumbled back. “Shit!”
Pulling off his mask, he let it drop to the floor and grabbed his nose with both hands.
Will Grayson.
I backed away, maintaining my distance. But I kind of wanted to laugh. These people had been grabbing me all night. It was only a matter of time.
A few hoots of laughter filled the hall, and Will pulled his hands away to check for blood.
“Can’t you take her, man?” someone shouted.
People laughed, but I kept my eyes on him, ready. I wasn’t getting caught.
“Well, what do you want me to do?” He held out his hands, arguing with his buddies. “I can’t hit her back!”
“No, you can’t, can you?” I egged him on.