Page 83 of The Interview
An hour later, we’re in a hotel room somewhere in West London. Obviously, because of that, by this stage I’ve deduced that we’re in the UK. Sometimes the life of a rock star can be… confusing.
The three of us have shared a joint, and Jessie, our little supplier, is currently taking a shower. The hotel is upmarket enough that we were able to order room service, and Mac is currently opening our second bottle of Bolli.
“You good?” I call out to him from where I’m lying on the bed.
He shrugs as he turns to look at me, his thick, dark brows drawn down over his narrowed eyes. “Fuck knows,” he says with a laugh. “She’s cute. She signed the thing saying she’s up for it. Yennyhasthe thing. We came to a hotel so that security cameras will have recorded us, and if she screams, someone will hear her.” He shrugs. “What the fuck else can we do?”
I give my own shrug in response. Events of four years ago have made us cautious, but not to the point where we don’t still share on the odd occasion. We just get the girls to sign something to say they know what they’re getting themselves into. That’s thethingwe got Jessie to sign.
This occasion unexpectedly presented itself, so we’ve taken it. Not that anything has happened yet.
Maca passes me a glass of bubbly, then aims the remote at the telly, which is tuned to MTV. He turns up the volume, and Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” plays. Not too loud to cause complaints, but loud enough to fill the room with a bit of atmosphere.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Jessie appears wearing a white robe.
“That feels better,” she declares, looking fresh-faced and makeup-free.
“How old are you, Jess?” Maca asks exactly what I was thinking.
She laughs. “You only just thought to ask me that?”
“Didn’t think we needed to till you washed your makeup off,” I tell her.
She nods. “I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal. Perfectly willing. Perfectly able,” she states as she takes her now-refilled glass off the table and sips from it.
“I’m gonna shower,” Mac says and heads straight into the bathroom. He doesn’t even bother closing the door.
Jessie moves to the end of the bed and climbs onto it, so she’s up on her parted knees next to my crossed ankles.
“You gonna join him?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but despite the rumours, we don’t fuck each other.”
She turns to look at the telly as The Cars’ “Just What I Needed” comes on.
“You could never disappoint me, Marley Layton,” she says as she steps off the bed and starts dancing. “Love this song.” She knocks back her entire glass of champagne.
The song hasn’t even finished when Maca exits the bathroom, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.
Jessie grabs his arm and pulls him in to dance with her. He obliges, his hands on her hips as he pulls her against him when Stevie Nicks’ “Edge of Seventeen” blasts from the telly. Maca separates the two halves of Jessie’s robe, slides his hand inside and cups one of her tits before lowering his mouth to suck on her nipple.
I watch on as she unties the belt and pulls the whole thing off her shoulders. It’s trapped between them, so it doesn’t fall to the floor. Instead, it leaves just her bare back facing me. Maca moves one hand from her hips and drags the nail of his index finger up her spine. Her head falls back, and she sways from side to side as they continue to move to the music.
Mac leans in and kisses her throat, then moves his attention down to each of her tits. He adjusts their position so I can now see more than just her bare back. Her tits are big and round for someone with such a lean frame, but they’re fucking perfect.
Not wanting to miss out any longer, I head to the bathroom and take possibly the quickest shower of my life.
I don’t even bother with a towel. I just step out into the suite to find Maca spread out on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, with Jessie bent in half over him as she sucks his cock into her mouth.
He bare arse and pussy have my name written all over them the moment they’re offered up to me, and I have a feeling that’s exactly what she intended.
Condoms are already spread out on the bed, along with a small tube of lube. The girl obviously came prepared.
Moving in behind her, I grip the back of her hair and hold her face down over Maca’s cock.
“More,” I tell her. “Take him all the way to the back of your throat. I wanna hear you gag.”
Using my knee, I knock her legs wider apart and slide two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
