“I think you fucked a five-egg omelette’s worth out of me, with bacon.” She poked her head out of the bathroom. “And a short stack.”
I laughed. “At least.”
“Hey, grab the paper,” she shouted over the rush of the water. “I think this place drops ’em off.”
I walked across the room, still naked, and opened the door to the biggest surprise of the weekend yet. Turned out the hotel delivered more than papers.
Katy the beautiful bartender was standing there, closed fist raised to knock. She was already smiling, and wider and wider as she looked me up and down, eyes straying to my still-sticky cock.
“Hi!” she chirped. “Your mom invited me to breakfast with y’all and the family. Just came to see if she was ready.
“…is she ready?”