“Six months, I think.” It took her a moment to do the math in her head, then she clinked the glass with me and did the shot. She followed it with salt and lime.
I took mine straight, preferring the sting of the alcohol.
I set us up again and continued with some small talk. After a few drinks she was already a little tipsy, so I grabbed the bottle and had her lead me upstairs. I paused for a moment on my way past Sarah's room. Her door was closed and her room was quiet. That wasn't a great sign.
Gingger was all over me by the time she pushed her door open. The room was nearly identical to Sarah's but the bare bones versions. It was abundantly clear Gingger's stay here was on a client by client basis. If clients wanted to spend the night they could, but no one was actively living here.
“You got any Stevie Ray Vaughn,” I asked, grabbing her arms and peeling her off me. Gingger gave me a blank look so I assumed she didn't. Instead I asked her to put on something with a good guitar riff. When she still couldn't find anything on her iPhone I settled with whatever she normally played. I was introduced to the term deep house music and wasn't impressed.
I poured two more shots of tequila. We clinked and downed them. She'd stopped asking for the salt and lime and was just drinking it straight with me.
Gingger plopped down on the bed and rolled onto her stomach whining playfully at how she wanted me to hurry up and join her.
“All good things come to those who wait...” I started letting the thought drift and handing her a shot instead. I locked eyes giving her a sultry stare so she wouldn't realize I'd poured her twice as much as I had myself.
“I wanna suck your cock,” she slurred, clumsily stripping off her top. She was solidly drunk by now and was struggling to keep from rolling off the bed
“Well, isn't that funny,” I said, watching her strip down the rest of the way. “I happen to want my cock to get sucked. Why don't you warm that pussy up for me?”
“Like this?” she asked, licking her hand and cupping her pussy. Then she began rubbing slow circles into her clit. She pulsed her fingers between her lower lips rhythmically then dipped two deep inside, all the while attempting to hold eye contact. The alcohol in her system made her head bob slightly and her blinks get longer and longer.
She was almost where I needed her.
“Just like that,” I said, smiling wide and enjoying the show, then handing her another double shot.
“Are you're try'n to get me drunk?” she laughed, snatching the shot glass out of my hand and spilling half the tequila on the bed. With wobbly hands she tried to drink but ended up mashing the glass into her cheeks, then slowly rolling it to her lips.
At this point I was just buzzed, but Gingger was very much done. Any more tequila and she'd hurl all over the place.
She slumped down on the bed, letting the shot glass roll off her fingers and onto the carpeted floor. I rolled her onto her stomach so if she threw up she wouldn't choke to death, and left.
“I'm going to take a piss, then I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Gingger,” I announced loudly with the door to the hallway open. I wanted anyone who might be listening to know who I was with and what I had planned to do. Despite being almost completely passed out Gingger murmured something unintelligible in response. I didn't bother answering here, instead I closed the door and enacted the second phase of my plan.
I was going to find Sarah and make sure she was alright.
To do that I needed an alibi. Gingger was a mess so as long as I left her some cash when I got back tomorrow morning she'd assume we fucked and would tell Patrick as much.
I doubled back for Sarah's room first. None of the doors were numbered, but I'd counted them when I left last time in case I ever came back. Fortunately there was no one in the hallway. Everyone that had made it upstairs was already in the rooms. Most of the doors I passed had either music or just sex sounds – moans, slaps, and the usual over the top porn star talk.
I pushed open Sarah's door and found it dark and empty. I knew I couldn't stay long so I just did a quick inspection of her room, looking for any clues to where she was or general signs of struggle. It was lived in, and mostly empty. On my way out I happened to look down and caught a few spots of brownish stains on the floor. The blood was dried and at least several days old.
Was this her blood?
I had to find her.
I dipped out, deciding to check all the quiet rooms on that floor before heading downstairs to search some more. Working my way down the hall, most of the doors were unlocked and empty. Finally I found one that was quiet and locked. Pressing my ear to the wood I heard a light scuffling inside. She probably wouldn't be able to make much noise so that had to be her!
I thought about kicking the door in, but at the last second, seeing what kind of knob it had I decided against it. Fishing around in my pocket I pulled out a paperclip. This place was built for privacy not security. The knobs they used were standard bedroom and bathroom models. I had the lock popped in ten seconds.
Pushing open the door, I braced myself for whatever I might find. Who knew what kind of trouble she'd be in.
What I saw wasn't Sarah at all. It was Yoga. He was completely naked and was bent over at the waist with his
