Menagerie of Men

The ride in the elevator seemed somewhat surreal, and she felt a little detached. She longed for someone to pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams and give her what she wasn't getting at home, but she'd never had a pick-up before. One would imagine, being in the elevator after picking up someone, of rubbing all over them and kissing until you reached the room, but that didn't happen in this case. They stood side-by-side barely speaking, although it didn't feel at all awkward. When they reached the room, he slid in the keycard, looked down at her with those pale blue eyes, and smiled. "Here we are." When she turned to face him, she unconsciously licked her slightly parted lips. He took one step toward her and backed her to the wall holding her arms above her head and pressing his body firmly against hers. Smoothly, he turned and walked her toward the bed. "Take off your dress . . . slowly," he said, backing up and leaning against the dresser.