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"What time is it now?" an overexcited voice comes from across the room.
"Two minutes past the last time you asked, Champ," Waverly says with a roll of her hazel eyes.
She's currently sitting in an armchair watching her big, burly boyfriend of three years pace around the hotel room they are in. It's 7:56 pm and they've been here for almost an hour since checking in, waiting. For what? Well, that's the thing, it's for a who. They are currently waiting for the escort Waverly hired for Champ's 25th birthday. Sure, she may seem like such an awesome and trusting girlfriend to hire an escort, or let's be real, basically a hooker, for her own boyfriend, but in reality, it was selfishly prompted.
She had brought it up to Champ when they were discussing plans for his birthday. Of course, Champ's plan was a drunken night out with the boys, but that only meant that he would come home completely plastered and expect Waverly to sleep with him. It's not like she hates sleeping with him, but if she's being completely honest, it isn't as enjoyable as her friends seem to rave about when they talk about their own relationships.
Waverly chalks it up to Champ just being overly cocky. He would go in, do his thing, get himself off, and Waverly would just be there. Sometimes she would have an orgasm, if you can call it that; it's not like it was toe curling or she saw stars, but at least she felt something. But other times, she would just fake it to boost his ego and get him to stop when his rough hands and clumsy fingers were everywhere but where she wanted or needed them. He would always smirk and think she enjoyed it, basically patting himself on the back and rolling off of her with a grunt. So she'd just excuse herself to freshen up in the bathroom, as he'd already start to pass out, and finish herself off if she really needed to.
Champ isn't all that bad though and Waverly could do worse in their small town of Purgatory.
One particular night when Champ was having his 'Saturdays are for the boys' night out, Waverly was home watching 'Pretty Woman'. She was thinking about how easy it was for Julia Roberts' character to just do her thing, leave, and the guys would be satisfied; that was that. That sparked an idea in her head. So she popped open her laptop and did some research online, shocked by how easy it was to find an escort service.
Knowing that Champ wouldn't object to the idea, Waverly made the call and set up the whole thing for the weekend of his birthday. Saturday, 8 pm sharp, at the Fantasyland Hotel & Resort. Made sense, it being a pretty populated area, nobody would think twice about an escort coming and going after a couple of hours. After telling Champ about her 'gift' to him, he was ecstatic, lifting her small, petite frame off the floor, spinning her around, kissing her face; calling her the 'coolest girlfriend ever'. And that's how they ended up here, now 7:59 pm, waiting in room 212.
A sharp knock at the door pulls Waverly from her thoughts and Champ nearly trips over himself to go answer it. Waverly glances down at the phone in her hand, 8 pm. She wonders if the escort is just extremely punctual, or if she waited till exactly 8 to knock to make an entrance. As she stands up and pulls down her cream, cotton sweater that had risen a bit, she hears Champ open the door.
"Well hey there, handsome. I heard it's somebody's birthday," comes a sultry voice from behind the door that Waverly still can't see behind.
Champ is leaning into it, his tattooed sleeve arm raised above him and blocking her view as he smugly replies, "Yup, that would be me, Red. I'm ready for my present."
Waverly rolls her eyes and walks towards him to finally get a look at who will be the unfortunate woman to have to put up with him for the next 2 hours; and that was being extremely generous. She didn't want to offend Champ by only booking an hour, but she knew he wouldn't even need a half hour. But it was his birthday and it was a cop out for her; at least for tonight.
Grabbing on to his shoulder to pull him slightly out of her way, Waverly moves around and freezes, her eyes going wide. Standing in front of her in a gorgeous, glittering, emerald gown is the most stunning woman she has ever seen. A tall, redhead with hair up to her jawline, styled into soft waves. Big, beautiful, brown eyes, complemented with golden eye shadow and a touch of mascara. Red, luscious lips and milky skin that looks so smooth to the touch. And her body? Wow. The low V-cut neckline accentuates her perky breasts; not too big, but just the perfect size to get a good handful. Great hips and legs for days peeking out of the drastically, long slit of the gown all the way down to the golden, strapped stilettos. A gold clutch with an emerald fastener in her hand to complete her outfit. Realizing she has just looked this woman up and down but still has yet to say anything, Waverly shakes herself out of it and attempts to put on a neutral face.
Holding her hand out, the taller woman reaches out her free hand to grab it, as Waverly finally attempts to speak. "Hi," she tries to say evenly, however it comes out as more of a squeak as the escort's hand finally touches hers. It feels like an electric shock just pulsed through her entire body. She clears her throat and continues, "You must be..." she drifts off, waiting for the escort to reveal her name.
"Scarlet," she answers. "And you must be, Miss Earp," she adds with a smile and a wink, giving a little shake to Waverly's small hand that she's still holding.
Waverly just smiles dumbly. "Waverly," she offers. Her crescent shaped eyes glance down at their linked hands then back into Scarlet's, "My name is Waverly."
Clearing his throat, Champ extends his own meaty hand with a cocky smile, "And I'm Champ, so you know what name to scream later," he adds with a wink. Waverly grimaces next to him, she forgot he was even there for a moment. Scarlet releases her hand to shake his, and when she does, he pulls her into the room and lets the door slam shut behind them.
"Champ!" Waverly yells. "You can't just yank people!" she scolds with a stern look on her face.
"Whoa, babe, calm down. I'm just trying to get this party started," he says, his eyes never leaving Scarlet, well her boobs, mostly.
It's Scarlet's turn to clear her throat. "Hold on there, big boy. The party will start soon enough, just have to go over some ground rules," she says, setting her clutch down on the nightstand by the bed.
Champ huffs and crosses his muscular arms over his buff chest. "Fine. But this shouldn't be included in the 2 hour time limit," he says, acting like an overgrown toddler who wasn't getting his way.
Scarlet cocks an unamused eyebrow at him and glances towards Waverly. She's still standing by the door, looking adorable with her head tilted down slightly and avoiding eye contact; embarrassed by Champ's behavior. Looking back at Champ, Scarlet responds, "Rules are rules. And they are part of the time limit, so the sooner I get through 'em, the sooner we can start, right? Right," she finishes with a click of her tongue.
Champ huffs once again and uncrosses his arms, dropping them dramatically at his sides. "Alright, fine, what are the rules then?" he asks slightly, getting annoyed. He's been waiting for this for two whole days since Waverly told him and he just wants to get started.
Scarlet smiles, satisfied, walking towards the edge of the bed and taking a seat. She crosses her left leg over her right and lets her hands rest folded on top of one another on her knee. "Okay first," she starts. "Is it just you or will you be joining us, Waverly?" she finishes, focusing on the young woman still attached to her spot by the door.
Waverly snaps her head up towards her with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open. "What?!" she asks, half squeaks. "No, no, ummm, uh, this is just for Champ. For his birthday. A birthday present, because, ya know, it's what you, uh, do," she stutters out, her face beet red and looking everywhere but at Scarlet. As soon as she says it though, her hand slaps over her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, you're probably really good at this, better than I would be, and uh yeah. What was the question? Uh, yeah, no, not me, just Champ," she rushes out.
Waverly finally takes a deep breath. She feels like she is on fire and she knows her face probably gives off that impression. Judging by the amused grin the gorgeous woman on the bed is sporting when she chances a quick glance at her. She is definitely overheating and regrets the sweater she chose to wear tonight.
"Oh come on, babe, you should totally join, that would be so hot," Champ chimes in, eyebrows wiggling, oblivious to the internal panic Waverly is having.
Waverly finally moves from the door, quickly passing by Scarlet without even a glance her way to sit back in the armchair across the room. "No, Champ, that wasn't the plan," she says sharply, plopping down in it, immediately finding the bracelet she has on so fascinating and giving it her full attention.
"Ugh, fine, whatever, babe. Just you and me then, Red. So what are the rules? We've wasted so much time already," he complains.
In reality, when Waverly checks her phone, it's only been about five minutes. She kinda agrees with Champ though, it does feel like a really long time has passed.
"So you're just gonna sit there and watch us then?" Scarlet speaks up, her tone amused as if she's enjoying seeing Waverly on edge.
And once again, Waverly's head snaps up to look at her. This time though, she looks into her eyes. The light brown orbs staring back at her feel like they are piercing straight into her soul. Waverly's breath hitches as she answers, "Um, I'm not, sure?" She winces at herself when she realizes it came out as more of a question.
She honestly didn't even think this through. Sure, she had booked the escort and the hotel room. Drove over with Champ, since his truck is at the mechanic, came up to said hotel room and sat and waited for her to show up. But now that she's here, Waverly has no clue what she thought she was gonna be doing while Scarlet... did what she was getting paid for. Feeling really awkward, Waverly starts to stand. "I guess I could go sit at the bar and I'll uhh, wait till you two are, uh, done, and you, leave?" she says unsure, moving to grab her coat and purse that she hid behind the armchair; just as a precaution.
"You can stay and watch. I don't mind. Do you, cutie?" Scarlet speaks in her direction but then turns to look at Champ.
Waverly stops her motions and turns to look back at them.
"Ugh, I don't care, stay or go, let's just get this started already," Champ says frustrated, his patience wearing thin. He rips his shirt off over his head and throws it in the corner of the room. He starts to walk towards Scarlet and Waverly's eyes go wide with worry.
"Whoa there, cowboy," Scarlet says quickly, lifting her left leg up, her stiletto-ed clad foot pressing against Champ's tattooed chest, halting him from going any further towards her. She doesn't seem bothered or annoyed by what's happening, more like she's been in this situation before and knows how to handle herself. "What did I just say about the rules? I go through them, you agree to follow them, and then we can get started. Got it? Now back the hell up and listen," Scarlet finishes calmly, dropping her leg back down and recrossing it over her right.
"Okay, okay," Champ grumbles, raising his hands up in defeat.
Scarlet smiles complacently. She turns her attention back to Waverly, tilting her chin up at her and giving a subtle nod at the armchair. Waverly plops back down in it quickly. She is so entranced with this woman and how she just gets her way so easily. So yup, Waverly will sit here and watch. She doesn't even think she had a choice. Her head is spinning and it was like her body made the decision on it's own for her to sit back down.
Pleased with the action, Scarlet smiles coyly. She turns back towards Champ, who is breathing heavily as if he is gonna combust at any moment. "Okay, big boy, rule number one, nothing too aggressive and no leaving marks. If you wanna slap my ass and tug on my hair some, that's fine. But if you try to choke me, spit on me or hold me down too forcefully, if I clearly state it's too hard, game over. Two, nothing goes in my ass, or I will swift kick you in the nuts," she says sternly. "And three, don't rip any of my clothes, I like this dress," she says with a cocky smile.
"Okay, fine, anything else?" Champ rushes out, ready to pounce on her at any moment.
Waverly is still sitting there, just staring. How is this woman making her so flustered? She literally hasn't even done anything but ask her questions and set some ground rules. Waverly isn't sure what's happening to her, but she knows she doesn't want to be anywhere else at this moment. She's glad she stayed, this woman has her intrigued. Also, with Champ acting like how he is at the moment, she feels better being there, just in case. Of course she knows Scarlet could handle herself, judging by how she just handled the earlier situation, but just for her own peace of mind.
"Just one more thing, handsome," Scarlet responds, "No kissing on the lips."
'Huh,' Waverly thinks to herself, 'Just like in the movie.'
"Okay, got it. So are we good? Can we start?" Champ says quickly.
Waverly is brought back from her thoughts when she hears Scarlet's sultry voice say, "Yup, come get me, big boy." She leans her elbows back onto the bed and uncrosses her legs to spread them. Champ wastes no time crawling up in between them, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her further onto the bed.
"Finally," he breathes out, raising up a bit from her to unbuckle his belt. Once unfastened, he leans back down and starts to kiss Scarlet's neck sloppily. His rough hands come up to grab at her chest through her dress. "Ugh." he lifts up again, frustratedly. "Take this off," he urges, tugging at the straps on her shoulder to lower her dress down. Scarlet lifts a bit to assist him, it was her rule after all to not rip her clothes. She slides one strap down her arm and then the other, letting the top of the gown pool around her waist.
Waverly almost has a heart attack, her eyes quickly shooting down at her lap. Scarlet isn't wearing a bra; clearly. It was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing one with the dress, but Waverly didn't expect her perky breasts and pink nipples to be on full display so soon. But who is she kidding, Champ is always quick to get her undressed. Everything with him is quick, which is why she knew this wasn't gonna last long. Maybe she should have just gone down to the bar for a quick drink. They would probably be done by the time she came back up, she laughs to herself.
Caught up in her thoughts, she is unaware of the pair of eyes staring straight at her. But feeling like she is being watched, she peeks her eyes slightly under her bangs. And sure enough, Scarlet is staring straight back at her with a smirk on those red, painted lips. She has to know how flustered Waverly is, she just keeps staring at her.
Meanwhile, Champ is groping her right breast and kissing down her neck, but she keeps her eyes focused on Waverly. Even when Champ's hands start to roam up her thighs grabbing at her pale skin roughly. And when he grabs her legs and wraps them around his waist, grinding his hips down on top of her she just goes along with it, like she's on auto pilot, never once breaking her trance from Waverly.
The sound of a belt buckle clanking and a zipper being pulled down finally breaks their gazes as Waverly watches Champ shoot off the bed to take off his boots and shove his jeans down his legs. Scarlet adjusts herself a little more on the bed to get comfortable, as she sees Champ pull his boxers down and reveal himself with a pose, like he's God's gift to women. Sure, he wasn't bad to look at, a tall, sandy blonde, with light eyes and a nice smile. It made him appealing to the eye, but his cocky attitude was off putting. Waverly cringes. Seeing him this way and not being the one it's aimed towards, really did give her a new perspective of just how into himself he is.
"Like what you see, Red?" he asks, flexing his biceps and puffing out his chest. Waverly grimaces and looks at Scarlet, waiting for her response.
"Very much so. Now, are you gonna show me what that can do, or are you just gonna stand there?" she replies with a sultry voice. Shifting her gaze from Scarlet back to Champ, Waverly feels uneasy about this interaction.
"Ah, ah, Red, I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours," he responds with what she guesses is supposed to be a sexy voice.
Just sitting in the armchair, silent and not participating, Waverly feels like she's watching a movie. Waiting to see what's gonna happen next or what's gonna be said. Damn, she really should have gotten that drink. She is acutely aware about what's going on, but seeing how Champ is solely focused on Scarlet, she doesn't even think he knows she exists anymore. Not that she cares, she did this for his birthday, right? This is his present, so she wouldn't have to be the one doing this later. But then her eyes shift back to Scarlet. This beautiful woman on the bed, caressing her perfect breasts and her long legs sliding up and down slowly on the bed sheets.
"Am I gonna have to do all the work, or am I gonna get some help?" Scarlet says seductively, cocking an eyebrow at Champ. This brings Waverly back from her thoughts, waiting to hear Champ's response now.
She can see the lust in his eyes and his dick twitch at her words. "Oh I'll help you alright," he says, moving back towards the bed and grabbing her by her legs. He tugs her down far enough so each leg is hanging off the end on either side of him. He takes her right leg lifting it enough to undo the strap of her stiletto and slipping it off. He tosses it to the side and lifts a bit more to press sloppy kisses to her muscular calf. He then drops that leg and does the same with her left. He gets on his knees in front of her sliding his hands up her thighs and under her gown. He glances up at Scarlet, she bites her lip as she lifts her hips for him to tug down her red, silk thong.
Waverly's mouth goes dry. She can't see in between Scarlet's legs, but just seeing her sexy thong sliding down them is enough to make Waverly cough a bit out of dehydration. That catches Champ's attention and he does a double take in her direction, almost as if he doesn't even remember she is there.
"Sorry!" she chokes out. "Must be some dust or something," she says as an excuse, looking back towards the redhead who was, once again, sporting an amused look on her face. Champ mutters something unintelligible and stands up, tossing her thong by his jeans on the floor. He grabs Scarlet's arms, pulling her up to stand in front of him. He pulls at her dress, still hanging around her waist, but it stays put.
"Hold on," she murmurs. Unzipping the small zipper behind her lower back, tugging it down at the sides and letting it fall to the ground. Scarlet steps out of it and kicks it gently to the side.
Waverly's mouth falls open. She is staring at a literal Goddess, from what she can see. She can see her plump ass, which she can't help but wanna grab, and the curve of her breast from the angle she is at. She isn't the only one admiring her body though, and Waverly, once again, wishes she had just gone for a drink.
Champ is running his eyes all over the tall woman's body. And where his eyes go, his hands follow. Groping her breasts, grabbing at her hips, and sliding down to cup her ass.
Waverly is jealous. Jealous? No, definitely not jealous. Is she? She can be, she guesses. Here is her boyfriend, feeling up this Goddess right in front of her, of course she can be jealous. But she knows she is lying to herself. She knows she isn't jealous of Scarlet for being touched by Champ. She knows that she wants to be the one running her hands all over porcelain skin.
She doesn't have any more time to think about her jealousy when she hears Champ almost demand for Scarlet to, 'Turn around and bend over on all fours on the bed.'
Waverly swallows hard. Champ, always in a rush to just get to it, can't even fully appreciate what he has in front of him or even try to satisfy her. It's always about him and getting himself off. She shakes her and looks up when she hears Scarlet move to climb back on the bed. Milky breasts hang down on full display to her now, showing just how hard her nipples have gotten. The sight has Waverly's eyes wide open. She really doesn't even think she's blinked once as Scarlet keeps her eyes locked on hers, poking her tongue out to swipe it across her bottom lip before tugging it in as she gives it a quick bite, releasing it slowly. Waverly licks her own lips, leaning slightly forward in her seat.
She feels hot, and squirmy, and her palms are sweaty. 'Damn this sweater,' she thinks, tugging the sleeves up to her elbows on both sides. She doesn't know what is happening but the seductive look in Scarlet's eyes makes it known she knows just how affected Waverly is by her. Scarlet settles into her position, her eyes still locked with Waverly's. Even when Champ grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks it back towards him as he hovers over her, her eyes remain on Waverly. She can't deny that it is pretty sexy to watch her. Even though Champ is the one doing it, Waverly feels like she has all of Scarlet's attention and that makes her all hot and bothered.
As Champ starts placing kisses all over her back, Scarlet smirks at Waverly and sends a wink her way. "I'm waiting," she says, sounding bored and starts to pick at the sheets.
Champ shoots back, offended. "Oh really? Well you're in for one hell of a ride there, Red," he says cockily as he releases her hair roughly enough that it shoves her head forward a bit. He moves back to where he dropped his jeans and pulls a condom out of his front pocket.
Still, with the same smirk in place, eyes still dead set on Waverly's, Nicole arches her eyebrow and with a challenging voice says, "Prove it."
Waverly holds her breath as Champ tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolls it on quickly, and grabs her hips roughly, shifting her a bit so he can settle between her legs. Scarlet keeps her eyes on Waverly's, but Waverly doesn't want to watch this. She feels like she is gonna pass out from the lack of oxygen she is depriving herself as she continues to hold in her breath. Champ positions himself behind her and lines himself up, ready to thrust in. Waverly clamps her eyes shut.
"WAIT!"