This Time Around

A shower, a vibrator put to good use, four stylists, and a change of clothes later, I was ready for my walk down the red carpet with Randy and Simon at Fox’s Upfront party in New York.

If I could manage to not jump Simon and/or stay awake after a night of practically no sleep, I would consider it a successful day. However, I came to realize the former of the two missions would prove to be the hardest to resist.

I’d be lying if I told you I hadn’t worn the dress I’d chosen for no other reason than to tempt Simon.

I studied my reflection in the mirror, turning from side to side in order to observe every angle of how the white dress clung to my curves. My hair fell flatteringly in my eyes, framing my face with soft curls, and Devon had done an excellent job with my makeup, effectively disguising the fact that I was going on about an hour of sleep.

But something was missing.

I turned to the front again, admiring how plump and firm my cleavage looked, my tan skin contrasting nicely with the bright white of the dress.

Suddenly I knew what it needed.

"Mabel, did I bring that flower pin with me?" I asked my assistant, my eyes scanning the room for the all-too-important accessory.

"Which pin was that, ma’am?" she asked politely, looking at me with curiosity.

"The one I wore to Leno," I replied. "The one I pinned right here," I finished, grasping the material between my breasts as I remembered fondly the way Simon had repeatedly snatched it off before he had fucked me that day.

"Oh, yes ma’am, here it is," she responded, locating it quickly and handing it to me.

I pinned it between my breasts and smiled.

"Perfect," I said. "Let’s go."

I left my hotel room and walked down the hall to Simon’s, intending to track him down and see how long it would be until he was ready.

Believe it or not, he takes longer than I do to dress.

Finding his room, I discovered the door cracked and, to my convenience, I could easily eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

"We’re going to have to get something worked out about the room tonight," Terri said casually.

"Oh, you having someone over?" Simon asked, just as casually.

"Yeah, an old friend who lives here. He and I haven’t seen each other in years," she replied.

"I’m sure he’s not as good a fuck as I am," Simon responded sarcastically, evoking a laugh from Terri.

"Oh, you’re right," she giggled. "He’s better."

"Ouch," Simon replied, amused.

"That’s okay," he continued after a pause. "I’ll probably be spending the night with Paula anyway."

I smirked, the suspicions I’d had all along confirmed; their relationship was just a façade.

But I loved how he just "assumed" he’d be spending the night with me.

Oh yeah, I intended to get some mileage out of that one.