The Road Trip, Chapter 6, "A Special Gift".

The Road Trip, Chapter 6

"A Special Gift"

By Noopster.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.

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Harper woke her up with breakfast in bed and, just for an instant, she thought that was Charlie holding the tray. "Good morning, beautiful," Harper said, his voice as shaky and meek as ever. "Hey..." the groggy brunette replied as she raised herself on her elbows, and as she wiped the laziness off her eyes the sheet slid down to her navel, interrupting whatever Harper was about to say next. Lily covered herself with the sheet again right away, embarrassed of feeling embarrassed to be topless in front of him, even after he'd seen her dancing naked on stage and fucked her on the street.

She felt herself blushing in the awkward silence that ensued, and noticed he was blushing too. It was all so ridiculous. She couldn't remember a lot about last night, just quick flashes accompanied by a huge headache and the taste of stale alcohol and ash in her mouth. Lily covered her face and groaned, ‘Oh God, did we really… and right there on the street, what the hell is wrong with me?!’ The shame about her actions the night before was more than matched by the pulsing ache in her head. Her mouth was parched, and she reached for the orange juice on the tray. “Thank you, Harper, this is very… sweet,” she said, still holding the sheet up to her chest as she drank half the glass in one go. “Oh, don’t mention, it’s the least I could do after--” he stopped himself and their eyes found each other’s for a half of a second, just enough for both of them to hear Lily screaming “I’M A WHORE!” in their heads.

“About last night…” the gorgeous actress began to say before realizing she had no idea how to continue. What could she say? She had been drunk before, she’d tried drugs before (albeit not that kind of drugs), but she had never acted in that way, not even close. But things were different now. She was different now. The last few days had been so wild, so out of the norm, so undeniably life-altering, that it was almost impossible to figure out what acting like herself was anymore. And Harper, poor, sweet Harper, standing there at the foot of the bed, looking like a loyal servant in his own apartment. Was he in love with her? Did he think they were a couple now? Nothing was too clear, and she didn't want to think about it, because it only made her head hurt even more. “Uh… do you have my phone?”

“Oh, you dropped it in the hallway last night. I didn’t want you to think I was snooping around in there, so I just left it on top of the drawer,” he said before handing her the iPhone.

Lily tried to turn it on, but the battery was completely empty. There was a moment of panic. What if Charlie had called? Then relief because it was out of her hands now. She wouldn’t even need to think about him until the phone was charged again. ‘Fuck him,’ she said to herself, completely unconvinced.

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Harper’s French toast was very good, and so was the conversation. He’d spent the last 20 minutes making her laugh with stories about the guys in his frat house and all the dumb things he’d had to endure to get in. He was such a nice guy. He was funny, he was sweet, he’d even put up with her drunken shenanigans; so why couldn’t she stop thinking about Charlie?

"So, what's the story with you and Camila?" Lily asked, if only to keep her thoughts occupied on something else.

Harper became guarded immediately. "The, uh, story?"

"There's a weird energy between you two. I know I haven't been around long, but it's obvious."

The young man let out a long sigh. "She's my ex."

"Yeah, I kinda figured it was something like that. How long were you together?"

"A few years. We started dating in High School." The words came out painfully, saturated with shame. Lily set the food tray aside and held his hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I can see that it still hurts, I didn't mean to pry."

"No, no, it's okay, really. We broke up a couple of years ago, so I really should be over it by now. It's actually really fucking stupid that it still affects me that much."

"It's not stupid, Harper, it's completely normal, especially if you two were in love."

"Well, I mean, I thought we were. I was actually going to ask her to marry me after we finished college."

"Aww, you poor baby," Lily said as she comforted him with a hug. Harper held on for a little longer than normal, it was evident he needed to get it all off his chest.

"But then she started changing. She used to be so sweet and caring and down to earth, you know? But in college, she started getting really into partying. And I mean, I know that's totally normal, but she was just always going full speed, hanging out with all of these new people that could go on drinking and fucking around for two or three days straight, and I just couldn't keep up. So I think she started to get bored with me. And then Grant came back from Europe and... that was it."

"He came back?"

"Yeah, uh..." His eyes looked to the ground,his mouth tightened into a frown of regret with each memory flooding his mind. "Grant was my best friend in High School. The three of us kinda grew up together, we just to hang out, just the three of us, all the time."

"Ouch. I'm so sorry, Harper. That had to be awful for you."

"It was, yeah, but it's all good now," he said unconvincingly, "I've moved on, and I'm very happy for them."

It was obvious that he was just putting on a brave face, and Lily felt like maybe she should do something to make him feel better, but then her phone suddenly came back to life and, without even a second thought, she leaped out of bed to check her messages. There were more missed calls from Charlie, more “I’m sorry’s” and “Please come back’s”. But they all stopped at around 1 AM, around the same time she and Harper had had their encounter at the mall, and even though she knew it was impossible, she couldn’t help but feel like he had somehow been able to sense what she was doing at the time. A ridiculous notion, of course, but one she somehow could not put away.

"Everything okay?" Harper asked. Lily had almost completely forgotten about him. This could not go on, she had to confront Charlie and see where the two of them stood.

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After showering, Lily quickly put on an airy floral print purple blouse and tight black jeans, only half listening to Harper inviting her to some country music festival. She politely refused. The cold water had brought her back to her senses and she felt ridiculous for still being at a college student's apartment, like some loser trying to relieve her younger days. It was time to start being an adult again, and that meant she had to stop running from her relationship. It was time to either fix this thing with Charlie or move on.

When she came out of his room, she saw in Harper’s disappointed expression that he had already figured out what she was about to tell him. She was grateful for all he’d done for her, but she had to go look for her “friend”. Why she was still trying to keep up the facade, neither of them understood.

They hugged, and she saw Harper’s eyes welling with tears as she said goodbye. “If you need anything, anything at all, just give me a call,” he said one last time before she kissed him on the cheek and drove away.

She rehearsed what she was going to tell Charlie all the way to his hotel. He hadn’t told her which floor or room he was on, but using her new-found skill set, it took her just a little bit of flirting with the concierge to find out. She knocked on the door, no one answered. Maybe he’d left to get something to eat. She went back to the lobby and told the concierge she’d forgotten her key, and asked if she could get a copy, but he told her that he couldn’t do that without authorization from Mr. McDowell.

Her first instinct was to give up, of course the guy wouldn’t give the key to a stranger, it would be very irresponsible, he could even end up losing his job. But she needed to get in there. She was tired, hungover, she just wanted to see Charlie and make things better. And if he was there with that Asian girl, she wanted to know that too.

‘No way, Luscious Lily wouldn’t give up so easily’ she told herself. Turning to the young employee, she studied him for a moment. He was of Asian descent, his hair slicked back with gel and black rimmed glasses that framed his face nicely. Dressed in a dark pressed suit with the hotel’s name emblazoned in gold and silver thread on his dark blue shirt, he looked like he'd be susceptible to her charms.

Batting her eyelashes like a cartoon character, she turned the flirtatiousness up to 11. “The thing is that I really, really wanted to surprise my fiancé by getting some new sexy lingerie for tonight…” she let the words linger, watching as his expression betrayed the fact that he was now imagining in her underwear, “But I also left my purse up there. Do you think you could make an exception for me just this one time?”

He swallowed hard, trying not to stare too much at Lily's body, and the way her tight jeans hugged her hips. “I’m sorry, but without confirmation from the–”

“Maybe you could help me decide, what do you think would look good on me? A baby doll or maybe something skimpier?  … Maybe something see through?”

The reaction was immediate. “Okay, yeah uhh come with me, just don’t tell anyone, please.”

“I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine,” Lily smirked.

She continued to tease the nervous concierge in the elevator, just in case he got any ideas about chickening out at the last minute. She spoke softly about all the different kinds of underwear she wanted to try on for her fiancé, and made a point of explaining that she hadn't had time to put on a bra that morning as she played with the buttons of her blouse and she painted a picture for him of what her tight, amazing body would look like in all kinds of sexy outfits. By the time they got to the door, she had him hard as a rock and his hands were shaking as he opened it for her.

She called out for Charlie, just in case. There was no one there. 

“Fuck!” she said out loud. Where could he be? The young clerk couldn’t help but notice her impatience as she rummaged through Charlie’s open suitcase, searching for any kind of clue to his whereabouts or who had spent the night with. She moved on to the pockets of the pants he’d left on top of the bed, appearing more unsettled and on the edge with every passing second. Meanwhile, the clerk kept watching the door. The promise of that beautiful woman modeling lingerie for him had been too much to resist, but the way she was acting now was completely different, like she had entirely forgotten about him, looking like she was about to burst into tears at any second.

“Hey, uh, didn’t you say you were gonna get your purse?”

“...This isn’t actually your room, is it? Shit, I'm gonna get fired for this.”

“It is! I just can’t remember where I, uh, left my purse.”

“I’m gonna need you to leave now.”

“What? No, wait, I just need a few minutes.”

“I’m sorry, but I could get in a lot of trouble if the person actually staying here finds us in here. I could lose my job.”

“No, you’re not gonna lose your–”

“Please, ma’am, or I will have to call security.”

“Okay, okay, just let me explain. The man staying here is Charlie McDowell. He’s my boyfriend, or… was, I’m not even sure anymore. We were supposed to stay here together, but we had this huge fight and–”

“I’m just gonna call security.”

“No, look,” Lily said, showing the clerk her phone, a photo of her and Charlie as the wallpaper. “See? Charlie and me.” 

“Wait, are you…?”

Lily sighed, she’d been recognized and there was no point in denying it. “Yes.”

“Lily Collins!”

“Lily Collins,” she repeated, rubbing her forehead. “So will you just give me a few minutes to figure out if he was with someone else in here last night? I swear I won’t get you in any trouble.”

“I don’t know, your, uh, boyfriend could come back at any moment and–”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, changing her tone to a more seductive one.

“Umm, how much are we talking about exactly?”

“Well, I don’t have any cash on me.”

“And I assume the thing about the lingerie was a lie.”

“It was, I’m really sorry. I just needed to know–”

“Yeah, I’m definitely getting security.”

“You’ll be fired if call them, you said it yourself!” She sounded desperate, even she could hear it.

“I’ll just tell them you were having a nervous breakdown and I didn’t know what else to do. This is Vegas, that kind of thing happens all the time.” 

“No wait,” she said, catching up to him before he could reach the door. Her hand flirted with the open collar of her shirt, drawing his eyes in. “I’ll tell you what...” she opened two buttons, the soft swell of her small, pale breasts peeking from under the thin, gauzy purple fabric. “I was lying about the lingerie, but I’ll undo this button right here if you promise not to call security, and I’ll throw in another one if you tell me who my boyfriend was with last night.”

The concierge's eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened as her stared at what her cleavage promised. “Uh, I shouldn’t, uh…”

Impatient, Lily opened the last two buttons and carefully pulled the sides of her shirt open so that her ripped tummy and delicious pale chest were out in the open, leaving the pink of her nipples just barely covered by the garment.“Come on, you can tell me. It’ll be our secret”, she said softly, the pink edge of her areolas peeking under the edge of the shirt as she closed the door.

“Shit." The concierge gaped at her with a gaze both hungry and pensive. Her breasts were small, like two perfect apples made of soft, bouncy flesh. He was salivating, practically able to taste the air around her. "Alright, look, I shouldn’t tell you this, but he checked in with a woman last night.”

“Asian girl, very short?”

“Yes.”

Lily looked at the mess on the bed, picturing Charlie fucking that stupid Asian masseuse. She felt a wave of rage and indignation washing over her, then she felt ashamed of herself for having entertained the thought that Charlie would be alone and repentant, and that everything would be okay.

“That motherfucker!” she yelled, jumping on the bed and going through the contents of his suitcase without any precaution now.

“Hey, hey, hey,” the clerk said, nervous and afraid. “You need to stop that. He can’t know we were here.” But she wasn’t listening, all she could think about was how Charlie had been messaging and begging her to come back for hours on end, and the masseuse had been with him the entire time. The clerk kept begging her to stop, and she kept ignoring him, pulling out items of clothing and personal items from it like a predator gutting its prey. Then suddenly, she froze. The clerk saw that she was staring down at something in her hand. A little black box.

“Charlie, what the hell were you thinking?” she said to herself, looking at the engagement ring that sat inside. She felt moved, then hurt, then furious. ‘THAT ASSHOLE WAS THINKING OF PROPOSING AND HE STILL PUT ME THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT?!’  THAT’S HIS IDEA OF ROMANCE?’ She thought of throwing the thing out the window or stomping it with her foot as she held back tears and watched her hands shake with a mixture of excitement and anger.

“Hey, uh, are you okay there?” she heard the clerk ask with a shaky voice. She looked at him and suddenly the plan was right there in her head. “I need you to do one more thing for me,” she said, having suddenly regained her composure.

“Ma'am, I don’t know, I’m already risking my job just for being here with you.”

Lily sat on the bed and, without any more ceremonies, opened her shirt to let her little pale tits out. He went quiet, frozen in place as she flipped her hair and began teasing the inside of her breasts with the tip of her finger. They were small but beautiful, and the way they swelled out from her chest made you want to bury your face in their softness; every curve impossibly smooth and creamy and pale. Then, she looked at him and smiled. “Exactly. Come closer, you deserve a tip.”

The clerk jumped at the chance, and she took his trembling hand and put it on her breasts, moving it in circles until he gained enough confidence to grope on its own. “F–fuck, you’re so pretty,” he said. “Do you really think so?” she giggled before she began to unbutton his pants. The clerk was hard as a rock, too busy kneading Lily’s perky tits to come up with a response, all he managed was to nod and swallow hard, and as she pulled his boxers down his hairy cock sprung out and poked her nose. “Oop! Looks like you weren’t lying,” she laughed, all part of the act while the anger and the hurt stirred inside her.

His eyes were fixed on Lily’s petite and perfect body as she leaned back and arched her back for his viewing pleasure. Her areolas were small, about the size of quarters, and her nipples bright pink, like the inside of her mouth, just the tiniest bit puffy and growing hard, like they were begging to be sucked as she continued to tease herself with the tip of her finger

“Don’t be shy, I know you want to touch yourself. Go ahead,” She said, dragging a fingernail across her chiseled abs.

The young man had his pants and underwear down in a second, Her slim, pale form made his fingers tremble as he began stroking his cock fast and loose to the sight of the most beautiful woman alive.

“Do you like watching me?”

“Y–yes.”

“Show me, show me just how much you like me,” she said, smiling at him, her gorgeous hazel eyes going back and forth between his face and his turgid cock. "We have to be quick though, my fiancé could come back at any moment."

The clerk’s hand was a blur as he stroked like there was no tomorrow, whispering to himself, “Oh fuck, oh Jesus fuck,” over and over again. Realizing he wasn’t going to last long, Lily stopped his hand with hers, interrupting the surprised young man.

“Now I need you to do something for me. A big favor.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” He was shaking, his hand under hers kept wanting to resume its movement.

“I need you to help me send a message.” 

“Oh… uh, I could get in trouble if he–”

Her hand moved to the base of his cock and wrapped around it, while the other cupped his balls. Startled, he was unable to speak.

“He won’t. If you help me with that,” she paused, and her gaze turned to the swollen cock head as she slowly pulled the foreskin back, “I’ll help you with this.”

“Fu–f-f-f-fuck! Okay, yeah, I’ll do it. Anything you want.”

“Thank you so much,” she said, smiling at him with the face of an angel as her immaculate hands started working slowly up and down his cock. She jerked him gently, stroking with both hands, letting her incredible smile and her perfectly perky little breasts take care of the rest, until the young man was throbbing and aching for release. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!”

She let go of him and lied down on the bed, carefully pulling the engagement ring from its case and placing it on her stomach as the clerk stroked himself to completion. Lily raised her arms above her head, readying herself just in time. “Do it, give it to me,” she said softly. Those magic words triggered a splash of hot cum across her chest, the young clerk grunting as a series of thick ropes violently spurt from his throbbing cock, covering Lily’s chiseled midriff with steamy white goo while she stretched and posed, gladly taking every drop on her body as thoughts of revenge filled her head.

When it was over, Lily’s taut stomach was covered with the clerk’s thick, white seed, and clear droplets sparkled in the morning light across her pale chest and neck.Right in the center of that dirty painting sat Charlie’s engagement ring, swimming in the little pool of cum that was her belly button.

“Oh fuck, oh jesus,” the clerk panted, still enthralled with the divine beauty lying on the bed as she reached inside one of the bags on the bed, blindly feeling around until she pulled a Polaroid camera. “What are you–?”

“Now take this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Wh–what?”

“Take a photo of me. Just make sure my face is not in the frame.”

“Are you, uh, sure?”

“Yes,” she said, “I want him to see the ring.”

Still in a daze, the clerk pointed the lens at Lily’s sculpted midriff and put the diamond ring, half submerged in his own cum, in the center of the frame. CLICK.

Lily was back on her feet before the camera had finished printing, the sultry demeanor replaced by a cold and tense attitude. She grabbed the Polaroid and shook it. “Perfect,” she said, before writing something on the bottom of the picture.

“So, uh, thanks, I guess,” the clerk began to say very awkwardly, but Lily had already stormed out the door. He noticed she had left the Polaroid right on top of the dresser so her boyfriend wouldn’t miss it. Right on top of it was the goo-covered engagement ring, and the note on the bottom read: “You can give this to your stupid masseuse. Asshole!”

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To Be Continued...