“That’s a wonderful idea,” Mindy said, her voice loud. “I’ll walk you up there.”
“That’s okay,” Greg said. “I know the way.”
“I’m sure you do,” she said. “But since we’re going the same way anyway...”
She did have a point there. “Okay,” he said, giving her a little smile. “Let’s do this.”
While the producer and the director headed in one direction, Mindy took Greg’s arm and they stumbled their way over to the elevators. Once again, Mindy’s breast kept bumping into his shoulder, although now it did not seem quite as accidental. Greg, in his drunkenness, just went with it and enjoyed the sensation.
The elevator arrived and they stepped inside. Greg pushed the button for the top floor. The doors closed and the car began to rise.
“I’m gonna feel like shit tomorrow,” Mindy prophesized, “but goddamn if we didn’t have a good time, huh, Greggie?”
“Yes,” Greg said, his eyes taking surreptitious glances at her cleavage. He thought that, for just a second, he had spotted some areola on the left one. “Although I’m sure I too will be paying the price in the morning.”
They reached their floor and the doors opened. They staggered out into the empty hallway and made it about fifty feet or so before they realized they were going the wrong way. This caused a giggling fit and they drunkenly turned themselves around and headed back in the direction from which they had come. As they passed the elevators once again, Greg said, “This looks familiar”, causing another outburst of laughter. Mindy, who was still holding tightly onto his arm, pushed her body against his once again, letting him feel the press of her breast again, the silkiness of her dress, the feminine curve of her hip.
“Come on,” he said with a mouth that was suddenly dry. “We’re almost there.”
“Right,” she said with another giggle. “Almost there.”
They came to Greg’s room door first. He started to walk by it, his intention to walk Mindy to her own door and see her safely inside. But Mindy made him stop.
“We need to have one more shot!” she declared. “A nightcap to put an end to a successful premier.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Greg said. “I’m already pretty hammered.” And having you inside my room right now is a bad idea. I can feel how bad it is even through the booze.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Mindy teased. “Have a shot with me.”
“No, Mindy,” he said. “Sorry, but I think it’s time to say goodnight.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Well ... well ... you don’t have a fuckin’ hair on your ass if you don’t do one last shot with me,” she declared.
Greg raised his eyebrows. “I don’t have a hair on my ass?” he asked. “That’s something that Jake says.”
“I know,” she giggled. “Who do you think I learned it from? Now, do you have hair on your ass, or what?”
“You just saw my ass up on the big screen a few hours ago,” he reminded her. “You tell me.”
She laughed again. “It’s a great ass,” she said. “You know that right? And it has just the right amount of hair on it. So, open the fuckin’ door and let’s have that shot.”
He sighed. Once again, it seemed just doing as she asked was the path of least resistance. And besides, one last shooter would probably help him drift off to sleep, wouldn’t it?
“All right,” he said, pulling out his key card. “One shot and then I’m going to bed.”
“You got it,” Mindy said.
He opened the door and they staggered inside the room. They stumbled their way across the sitting room to the bar. The bottle of Patron and their shot glasses from earlier were still sitting where they had left them.
“Set us up!” Mindy ordered, finally letting go of his arm.
“Right,” Greg said, taking a moment to steady himself. He then opened the bottle of tequila and poured the two shot glasses full (spilling at least another shot’s worth on the bar in the process). He handed one to Mindy and took one himself. “What should we drink to this time?”
She smiled. “Well,” she said thoughtfully, “we’ve drank to success, and to Us and Them, how about we drink to me and you?”
Greg nodded and raised his glass. “To me and you,” he toasted.
They clinked their glasses together and poured the tequila down their throats. Greg felt it burning all the way down, but in a pleasant way. He felt his drunkenness almost immediately kick up a notch or two.
“All right,” Greg said. “How about we get you back to your room before I pass out?”
“Do you wanna hear a secret?” Mindy asked, ignoring his question.
“Uh ... sure,” he said.
She gave him a naughty smile. “I’m not wearing any panties with this dress,” she told him.
He felt himself flush as mixed emotions spread through him, a combination of embarrassment, danger, and arousal. “Uh ... really?” he asked, unable to think of anything else to say.
“It’s the truth,” she said. “When I wear these fancy-ass dresses, I never wear panties with them. It’s too much of a pain in the ass when I have to pee.” She giggled. “The garter belt, you know. The panties always seem to get caught or twisted in it. It’s easier just to go commando.”
“Uh ... wow,” he said, his mind now picturing her in a garter belt with no panties on. It was an enticing vision to have. “I never really ... you know ... thought about that.”
“It’s also sexy,” she said next. “Walking around, talking to people, hugging people, being part of a big production and knowing that I have no panties on. It kind of turns me on, really.”
“I ... uh ... can see how it would,” he stammered. “Listen, how about we...”
“I mean ... doesn’t it kind of turn you on, now that you know that I’ve been sitting next to you all night without panties?”
The sense of danger continued to rise; but so did the sense of arousal. Yes, it really did turn him on to know that she had been sitting next to him all night without panties. His manhood was, in fact, stiffening up very nicely at the very notion. But he needed to stay in control of the situation. Needed to take charge and take charge quickly before things got out of hand here.
“Uh ... yes,” he said. “It is a very enticing thought, but I think now we had better call it a night.”
“It’s a night, all right,” she said softly. She reached out with her hand and slid the back of it up the growing bulge in his groin. “Mmmm, you’re getting hard again. That’s sexy, Greggie.”
Greg pulled himself back out of her reach. “Mindy!” he said sharply. “We are not going to do this.”
“We don’t have to do anything big,” Mindy said. “Just something little, something between friends.”
“No,” he said. “You need to go back to your room.”
“Are you sure?” she asked teasingly. “I am quite willing to give you a blowjob right here and right now. I understand that you’re a man who likes a good blowjob.”
“Every man likes a good blowjob,” he told her. “And I’m a married man, as you’re well aware.”
“Every man does love a blowjob,” she agreed, “but not every man gets to have them the way they should be. Isn’t that right?”
“What?” he asked, confused.
“I have it on good information that your wife, the lovely and talented Celia Valdez, will put it in her mouth and does a good job of making it feel good, but that she only does it for foreplay; that she won’t let you come in her mouth.”
Greg was astounded by what she had just said, mostly because it was true. Celia was very talented with her mouth when she wanted to be, and she did enjoy sucking on him as part of the warmup routine in the bedroom, but she had a very strong aversion to completing the act. But how did Mindy know this? Celia sure as hell had not told her. And, being a very private person, the only other human on Earth he had shared that particular piece of information with was... Oh my God! “Cheryl!” he said.