About Asher and the Elevator Romp
by Zoe Nichols
9 pages
/ 3100 words
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Asher and his boyfriend Derek are heading out for a night of fun, all dressed up with plenty of places to go. Asher has on his best skirt and heels, knowing he looks like a million bucks. He's teasing Derek unmercifully and the two boys make it as far as the elevator, but will this pair ever make it out of the hotel to get to their party?
Sample
I turned in front of the mirror, fluffed my skirt and jiggled to the rollicking rock song blasting from the radio on the shelf. I twirled my bright red lollipop and decided red was my color. I added a cute little red and black corset, black heels and frilly red garters.
The skirt was pretty short so I figured if I flashed anyone, they'd see my garter and then my ass and appreciate them both. I leaned a little closer to the mirror and made sure my makeup was perfect. I wore juicy red lip-gloss and red eye shadow. The eye shadow I particularly liked because it made my big blue eyes stand out perfectly.
A black curl fell into my eye as I admired myself and I shoved it back with a huff of indignation. My hair brushed my butt and I admit; it was my true vanity. I babied my hair, used the most expensive conditioners, shampoos and oils. In reward, it was always glossy and silky to the touch, framing my heart-shaped face in a wash of blackness.
When I was sure I was perfect, I turned towards the hotel room door, just as it opened. A gorgeous blond man stuck his head in and glowered at me. He only rolled his eyes at me when I stuck my tongue out.
I sniffed at him and deliberately took my time getting up onto the chair I used to reach the radio. If there was one thing I hated about myself, it was that fact that I was tiny. I barely hit the five foot three inch mark and wore heels or stacked boots a lot to avoid being short.
Still, it wasn't just my height. I was small in general. Tiny feet, tiny hands, tiny fingers. The only thing really big about me was my mouth, my dick, and my attitude. Other than that, with makeup or without, I looked like a child's baby doll.
As I climbed down, Derek made half-angry, half-lusty sounds. Half-bent as I balanced on my heels, I looked over at him with my ass pointed in his direction. His dark eyes were nearly black and I gave him big eyes, despite knowing what that look meant. "What's wrong, Derek?"