CHAPTER 2
Joe Watson followed the girl into her hotel suite.
Congratulating himself silently, he thought, "man, what a fox.
She's so hot, and I'm just the guy to give it to her."
Joe had been captivated by her since he spotted her in his
customary pick up joint. She was all tits and ass and paraded them
proudly. His cock was as hard enough to drive nails and he couldn't
wait to ram it in her.
"Want a drink Joe?" She called from the other room.
"Sure, eh..." He couldn't remember her name. "Make it Scotch
and water."
Joe and his date sat on the couch and sipped their drinks. He
wanted only to rip her dress off and go at it then and there. He
played it cool though, thinking he might be able to enjoy this one
for more than one night.
"Tell you what Joe, why don't I go slip into something more
comfortable?"
She left the room and Joe thought, "Hot damn. Here we go," and
downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.
When Joe's date returned she was wearing something more
comfortable; a sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Joe didn't seem
surprised. In fact, he didn't even notice. The girl eyed his inert
form on the couch for a moment, then dialed the number she had been
given. "He's good to go. Come and get him."
She retrieved her bag and belongings and after making sure
that the door was unlocked she departed, leaving Joe to his fate.
