Nick waited in his hotel room in LA, he didn’t want to go out but Howie had talked him into it. He didn’t want to stay with any of the guys and although they had offered AJ, Brian and Kevin were a little less enthusiastic than Howie with their invitations. They had their wives and AJ had his girlfriend, he didn’t blame them. Besides, he wasn’t in the mood for any nagging and unwarranted advice anyway. They always seemed to think that just because he had a problem he couldn’t handle it and they needed to offer their two cents. That annoyed him so much about them, as if him having a problem was because he was a fuck up but their problems were normal and just caused by life, and somehow Nick seemed to cause all his problems with his immaturity and stupidity. There was a knock at the door; must be Howie, took long enough, he thought. He opened the door and they hugged,
“What’s up Nicky?” Nicky; it was pointless to even bitch about it. If he slapped Howie every time he called him Nicky he would develop arthritis.
“What’s up D? I’m ready, let’s go.”
As they sat in VIP, Nick looked around. A different city, a different friend, same old shit. He didn’t know what he wanted out of life, and it wasn’t that he wanted to stop partying but he was beginning to think there had to be more. His eyes locked with a blonde in the corner and she stood up and began to walk over towards him. Aggressive, he liked that, hope she was like that in bed too. She sat down and leaned over to whisper in his ear,
“Hi, I’m Lexi.” He smiled at her,
“Nick.” He couldn’t help but look down at her chest. She definitely didn’t look like a little girl. He would love to see those up close, he thought. He looked back up at her,
“So, what are you doing after you leave here?” She licked her lips and placed her hand high on his thigh,
“You.” He nodded and smirked,
“Well, I’m leaving now.” She smirked back,
“Then so am I.” One more reason he was glad he got a hotel room.
He barely closed the door before she was on him. Her hands were up his shirt and he moaned when her tongue entered his mouth. He was definitely going to like her. He grabbed her face and took over, aggressive is one thing but he was going to set the pace. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his boxers just as they made it to the couch. She got on her knees and didn’t hesitate to take him in her mouth. His head flew back on the couch and his eyes shut automatically as his hands were tangled in her hair and he guided her pace. She was certainly good at this, he thought as he gasped from the feeling. This was exactly what he needed, just great sex. She stood up in front of him and took off her shoes. She slowly slid out of her skirt and kicked it to the side. As he watched her peel off her top he took off his shoes and pants. She began to slowly wiggle about like a stripper as she began to take off her bra. She never lost eye contact with him, she was definitely confident. He looked down at her body and couldn’t help but lick his lips. She worked out, a lot, he could tell, her stomach was flat as a board and her legs were amazing. She would almost show her breasts then cover them with her hands as she slid her bra off. She threw it at him and it landed in his lap. She began to take off her underwear and he suddenly regained his ability to speak,
“No.” She looked puzzled and was about to ask what was wrong but he continued,
“Turn around and do that.”
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Chapter 12a.