unsure
about everything. When my phone beeps again, I pull it from my purse,
annoyed. The text messages aren't from Harrison, though. They're from Evelyn.
3:04 PM Evelyn: Hey, did
you know Chase has over 200,000 twitter followers?
3:05 PM Evelyn: I just
started following him. Have you seen his latest tweet? Is that you he's
talking about?
Confused, I switch over
to my twitter app. I'm not a huge user, but I have an account and follow a few
actors and comedians. I never tweet anything myself, though.
I search for Chase
Anderson and find him immediately. It's true, he has 223,345 followers.
There's a picture of him wearing his usual sunglasses with a big smile on his
face that I suspect is forced for the camera. I grin as I imagine him sitting
in a photo session as his publicist tries to convince him that a big smile
would be good for his image. I click through to his tweets to see what he last
wrote.
Chase Anderson
@chaseanderson - 5h
Skipping the tourney in
LA, found something incredibly better than poker to spend my time on - or maybe
I should say "someone" incredible...
He wrote that tweet five
hours ago, when I was still sleeping in his bed.
My phone beeps again.
3:09 PM Evelyn: So? Is
that you? Tell me that's you! Don't forget that you promised to fill me in
when you get home tomorrow!
Tomorrow. Why am I even
contemplating going back tomorrow? What's waiting for me besides a friend
desperate for gossip?
3:10 PM Lila: About that,
you might have to wait a bit longer to hear the details. I'm changing my
flight. Not sure when I'll be back but yes. It's me.
I know Evelyn will be
disappointed that I'm not coming back, but she'll understand. I turn off the
sound on my phone so that I won't be disturbed by any more messages.
3:11 PM Lila: I gotta run
now, but we'll talk soon, I promise! Luv ya!
I drop my phone back into
my purse and then reach up and slip my shirt off, followed by my bra, before
stepping out of my pants as well. "Chase?" I call out. He answers
me, still in the other room.
"I believe you and I
had a plan for the rest of the day, and the movie was only part of it..."
After a bit of playful
negotiation, Chase agrees that it's only fair for him to be naked as well, and
an hour later the two of us are lying on his bed, amongst a heap of sweaty
sheets.
"You hungry for
dinner yet?" he asks, pushing himself up onto an elbow to look down at
me.
"Why? Did you
decide to give the waiter a show after all?" I lift up onto both of my
elbows as well and stare down his chiseled body to his spent cock. I wonder
how long it'll take for that to become useful again?
"Hmm, I was thinking
that when they deliver it I could at least put on a robe."
"I don't know,"
I say, shaking my head. "I don't remember that being called out in our arrangement."
"Does that mean we
have to go back to the bargaining table?"
"Well, I'm just not
sure why I would agree to reopen negotiations after everything has been settled
to my satisfaction." I smile at him, running a finger along the lines of
his hard abs. How much time does he spend in the gym, anyway?
Chase reaches down,
pressing a hand against my thigh and spreading my legs. "I don't know, I
think I have an idea about how to get you to reopen them..." He
slides down the bed, his strong hand still holding onto my upper thigh as his
thumb brushes against my still moist folds.
"Wait a
minute," I protest, "that's not fair, that's not what we were talking
about reopening."
His lips kiss my thigh,
right below where his hand is and then higher as he stops holding me open. His
gamble pays off when I don't close my legs on his head. He kisses me again,
this time a little bit higher. "Okay, you're right, maybe I should stop
then." One more kiss just below my aching core and he lifts his head up
to look at
about everything. When my phone beeps again, I pull it from my purse,
annoyed. The text messages aren't from Harrison, though. They're from Evelyn.
3:04 PM Evelyn: Hey, did
you know Chase has over 200,000 twitter followers?
3:05 PM Evelyn: I just
started following him. Have you seen his latest tweet? Is that you he's
talking about?
Confused, I switch over
to my twitter app. I'm not a huge user, but I have an account and follow a few
actors and comedians. I never tweet anything myself, though.
I search for Chase
Anderson and find him immediately. It's true, he has 223,345 followers.
There's a picture of him wearing his usual sunglasses with a big smile on his
face that I suspect is forced for the camera. I grin as I imagine him sitting
in a photo session as his publicist tries to convince him that a big smile
would be good for his image. I click through to his tweets to see what he last
wrote.
Chase Anderson
@chaseanderson - 5h
Skipping the tourney in
LA, found something incredibly better than poker to spend my time on - or maybe
I should say "someone" incredible...
He wrote that tweet five
hours ago, when I was still sleeping in his bed.
My phone beeps again.
3:09 PM Evelyn: So? Is
that you? Tell me that's you! Don't forget that you promised to fill me in
when you get home tomorrow!
Tomorrow. Why am I even
contemplating going back tomorrow? What's waiting for me besides a friend
desperate for gossip?
3:10 PM Lila: About that,
you might have to wait a bit longer to hear the details. I'm changing my
flight. Not sure when I'll be back but yes. It's me.
I know Evelyn will be
disappointed that I'm not coming back, but she'll understand. I turn off the
sound on my phone so that I won't be disturbed by any more messages.
3:11 PM Lila: I gotta run
now, but we'll talk soon, I promise! Luv ya!
I drop my phone back into
my purse and then reach up and slip my shirt off, followed by my bra, before
stepping out of my pants as well. "Chase?" I call out. He answers
me, still in the other room.
"I believe you and I
had a plan for the rest of the day, and the movie was only part of it..."
After a bit of playful
negotiation, Chase agrees that it's only fair for him to be naked as well, and
an hour later the two of us are lying on his bed, amongst a heap of sweaty
sheets.
"You hungry for
dinner yet?" he asks, pushing himself up onto an elbow to look down at
me.
"Why? Did you
decide to give the waiter a show after all?" I lift up onto both of my
elbows as well and stare down his chiseled body to his spent cock. I wonder
how long it'll take for that to become useful again?
"Hmm, I was thinking
that when they deliver it I could at least put on a robe."
"I don't know,"
I say, shaking my head. "I don't remember that being called out in our arrangement."
"Does that mean we
have to go back to the bargaining table?"
"Well, I'm just not
sure why I would agree to reopen negotiations after everything has been settled
to my satisfaction." I smile at him, running a finger along the lines of
his hard abs. How much time does he spend in the gym, anyway?
Chase reaches down,
pressing a hand against my thigh and spreading my legs. "I don't know, I
think I have an idea about how to get you to reopen them..." He
slides down the bed, his strong hand still holding onto my upper thigh as his
thumb brushes against my still moist folds.
"Wait a
minute," I protest, "that's not fair, that's not what we were talking
about reopening."
His lips kiss my thigh,
right below where his hand is and then higher as he stops holding me open. His
gamble pays off when I don't close my legs on his head. He kisses me again,
this time a little bit higher. "Okay, you're right, maybe I should stop
then." One more kiss just below my aching core and he lifts his head up
to look at
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