She entered the building, beckoned me into an elevator , then walked down the sixth floor wall way up to a shiny black door.
She led me into a spacious room painted crimson, with leather furniture, and a wall-sized window that looked out onto a busy, neon-lit street.
“Um, where can I put my stuff.” I asked, adjusting the straps on the back pack I got from my motorcycle.
“By the couch.” She said. “The couch folds out into the bed, you need me to show you?”
“Ok.”
She walked over to the couch. She bent over to the couch.
Oh…My…God…
When she bent over, her low cut jeans revealed a small tattoo and the red lines that looked a hell of a lot like the straps of her panties.
I felt like such i pervert, but i could help but being turned on.
YOU IDIOT ! SHES LIKE , 20 OR SOMETHING ! YOU ARE EIGHTEEN !!!!
“So you pull this tab and..” Brandy instructed.
I heard a click, and the bed sprung out on me, forcing me onto the ground with the bed in top of me.
“You okay?” I heard her worried voice come
Why me?!