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Roxie got up slowly, feeling lightheaded and completely sore from having Eric’s cock pounding so deeply. She put on the terry-cloth robe hanging in the closet and grabbed the ice bucket from the bureau.
“I’m going to get some ice,” she said, knowing there were a few miniature bottles of liquor in the mini-fridge and wanting something on the rocks. He didn’t respond so she grabbed the room key and padded down the carpeted hall, wearing only the robe and leather boots.
There was already a girl using the ice machine, a little shorter than Roxie. She caught a glimpse at the room number on her ice bucket: 307. Oh my God! It was the girl who had banged on the wall before. Roxie tried to remain inconspicuous but the girl turned to her and saw the number on Roxie’s ice bucket.
“Thanks for the support,” Roxie heard herself say. The girl nodded and gave her a secretive smile, leaving Roxie to fill her bucket.
Upon returning to the room, Roxie told Eric what happened and they burst into laughter again.
“We should give them another free show,” he said.
“You’re right,” Roxie replied, finding her purse and lifting out a pair of handcuffs, which she had jammed into her bag at the last minute. She glanced back toward the stripper pole and then back at Eric, who followed her eyes.
“But first,” she said, extracting a few small bottles from the mini-fridge, “we drink.”
Part 2, coming soon!
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