"Cherry!" Belle called from the room. "I'm gonna borrow your lip gloss in front of the mirror table."
"Oh it's not mine it's Brie's."
Belle put it in her purse and went to the living room to ask Cherry how she looked but she didn't get to ask that before she got Cherry's remark about the outfit.
"What are you wearing?" Cherry asked sitting up from the couch.
"A dress?"
"And leggings?"
"It looks cold outside."
"The lip gloss, did you use it?"
"No? I put it in my bag just in case my lips gets dry." Belle answered and Cherry couldn't help but sigh.
"Okay, let's start from the clothes." She said going towards the room to pick something better for Belle to wear.
Going through Belle's clothes, Cherry didn't find any of them worthy for the night. She had to take out one of her own dresses.
"Here, change into this."
"Yours?'
"Yeah."
"It looks short." Belle pointed out.
"Yeah, that's why I gave it to you, you are about to get laid."
"I'm sure not getting there by seven." Belle mumbled changing Into the dress Cherry picked.
"Has she left?" Brie came back, asking excitedly as she entered the room.
"She was about to, she was gonna wear a leggings with this." Cherry passed the dress to her roommate.
"My grandma actually bought this." Brie laughed. "We should go shopping, maybe next week Saturday, lots of her clothes are to my grandma's taste."
"You are sure I should wear this?" Brie asked still feeling undecided about the dress's length.
"Come on, it's not that short." Cherry said making Brie turn to look at her cousin sister.
It had a thin sleeve, making the dress almost sleeveless. It was a blue dress, which stopped right above her knee. Brie gaped in surprise when she saw her.
"Oh my gosh, Belle! You look fabulous."
"Really?" Belle asked still pulling down the dress.
"Did you tell her to wear a bra with it?" Brie asked Cherry.
"No, she needs to take it off." Cherry said and Belle swallowed.
"My bra?"
"Yeah baby, take it off." Cherry nodded.
"Fine." Belle went back to the bathroom to take it off, while Brie and Cherry chatted on.
"If she comes out, you do her make up." Cherry suggested.
"I still have to go back to the laundry place, I just came back to see how she looked."
"You fucking had all day Brie, just help her, she's your cousin, and then you both can head out together."
"Okay okay, but you have to come with, she doesn't know the hotel, someone has to show her."
After they had agreed, Belle was out again and Brie did light makeup on her. They soon left when they finished with Belle's dress up.
"It's cold guys." Belle shivered once they were outside.
"It's not that cold, just a little windy." Cherry said about to lock the door to their apartment.
"Wait I'll get her a scarf to prevent the cold till she gets there." Brie stopped her.
Belle was about to inform them on how late she was but didn't say anything, seeing that Brie was getting a scarf for her.
The cab stopped in front of the hotel's entrance, it had driven past the gate, so Belle didn't have to walk all the way.
"Alright, have a fun time." Cherry wished her as she was about to get down. Brie had stopped at the laundromat.
Belle waved at the cab as it drove back. It was when she was about to enter the hotel that it occurred to her that she had forgotten the scarf because now she felt cold again.
Getting into the hotel, she was glad at how warm it was inside. She walked up to the female receptionist standing at the reception table.
"Good evening ma'am, how may I help you?"
"Uhm, I'm here to meet uhm a Ben, a Mr Ben." She said hoping he already came.
"Just Ben?"
"Uhm, I believe that is what he must have entered his name as, look,I really don't know, can you just help me check if there's a Ben on your list?"
"Let me check."
"Thanks."
Belle watched the receptionist skim through the monitor In front of her. She noticed she had stopped clicking on the mouse.
"There is a Ben, you said you are to meet him?"
"Yes."
"One minute." The lady requested picking up the phone and placing a call, smiling reassuringly to Belle as her job required.
"Sir, so sorry to disturb you but I need to be sure, you said a lady would show up by seven pm and there's someone here...." The lady stopped talking, she seemed to be listening to the person on the other side of the phone.
"What's your name ma'am?"
"Belle. Belle Miller." Belle replied.
"Yes sir." The receptionist said keeping the phone. " Sorry for wasting your time ma'am, here's the room card." She handed Belle one of the hotel cards smiling professionally."Do enjoy your stay."
Belle nodded, taking the card, she walked towards the elevator looking at the card number. It read number twenty six.
When she got upstairs, she looked at the numbers on the many doors lined up. She reached the one with twenty six and stopped, standing there, she drew in a long breath.
About to open the door, an old cleaner passed by with her cleaning trolley, looking at her as she pushed it on. Belle began to imagine her grandmother's thought on what she was about to do.
After convincing herself to carry on with her decision, she swiped the card and opened the door slowly and quietly. The room was dimly lit but she could see well.
She walked in and closed the door behind her, still pulling down her dress. Looking around, the room was simple as it could be, there was a television on the wall and it's remote control was laying on the table next to the bed.
She couldn't depict what colour the sheets was because of the room's lighting but it was either white or cream based on her guess.
There were two mini sofas sitting opposite to each other, she could see a man's coat neatly hung on the chairs arm, making it look like the chair was wearing the coat.
She walked to it, touching it slowly, it felt smooth to her palm, while she caressed it. She bent over to smell it without removing from the chair, it smelt good.
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She bent over to smell it without removing it from the chair, it smelt good. It smelt like men's perfume. Ben walked out of the bathroom wiping his hands with the small towel provided by the hotel. There was someone else in the room. He wondered if it was her, he wondered if it was Belle. Standing there and watching her touch his suit jacket, which he had spread over the chair's arm, he thought she was sexy. Even with the sleeping lights, he thought she looked sexy in the dress she wore. When she bent over to smell his jacket, he could see her dress go up. He walked to the bedside and turned on the brighter light, she turned around immediately. "Belle?" He asked in a low, deep masculine voice. "Yes.Ben, right?" She saw a man in long sleeved shirt. "Yes." He walked to her."Fuck, you are beautiful." He muttered even though she could hear him. He was amazed by her beauty, he admired how she made her hair into a fine ponytail and how he could see her clear shoulders, with no hair to
He leaned in and touched her lips with his, not kissing her yet, he just caressed her lips with his, teasing her because she closed her eyes when he leaned in, ready for a kiss. He sucked on her upper lips first, feeling how soft they were, he enveloped both her lips now and he heard that 'Mmnn' from her again, he loved it. She didn't return his kiss at first, she just let him play with her lips, she enjoyed it. She hadn't felt his tongue in her mouth yet, she wanted that, so she grabbed on to his neck to kiss him back still with her eyes closed but he moved away from her a little, and she longed for those lips that just left hers. When she opened her eyes, he wasn't in front of her, he was behind her now. He kissed her neck and he got her soft moan again. He pulled on her dress's zipper at the back of the dress, exposing her bare back. With the tip of his nose, he caressed her naked shoulder, slowly moving to the nape of her neck. She tilted her head backwards when he began to pl
Just like he came up, he was back down, between her legs, he looked at her, he thought she looked a little scared for what he was about to do to her. "I'll try to be gentle." He said in a voice she found trustworthy. He tore off her lacy underwear impatiently, just as soon as he said those words to her. After he had smelt it, satisfied he threw it to the side of the bed. "Belle." He couldn't help but call, getting more erect as he saw her exposed vagina. She just laid there watching him eat her up with his eyes. He kissed it, making her moan with a slightly louder pitch this time, she sat up again, filled with a tingling sensation but laid back down. She was trying her best to do as he said but it was hard as she could feel his warm breath down below. He kissed her there again, making her toes curl as she wriggled in bed. She couldn't take it anymore when he began sucking her pussy, it made her lose it as she moaned loudly now, she attempted pushing his head away but she was too
"Stop." He heard her say in a weak voice, he looked at her face and he saw tears in her eyes. "I can't." She placed her small hands on his noticeably broad torso in an effort to push him off her." I can't take it. It hurts." He looked into her pretty blue eyes and it occurred to him. "Are you...?" He got excited about what he was going to ask because it seemed obvious to him. "Are you a virgin?" He asked and she looked back at his staring dark eyes with her teary eyes, blinking twice without an answer. "You are." He said, now knowing. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked but all his got was a sniff from her. He caressed her face, her nose and lips reddened. "Where have you been?" He pecked her gently on the lips. "I can't stop now, if I pull out it will be more painful for you." He let her know. "Give me your hands." She did. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he held her down tightly to the bed, looking into her eyes, he thrusted fully, he watched her close her eyes in pain as she
Belle turned in the comfortable bed, which she laid in. Slowly opening her eyes, she touched around the bed for her phone as she did routinely whenever she woke up but it wasn't on the bed. With sleepiness still in her eyes, she was almost going back to sleep when she heard her phone ring loudly, forcing her to open her eyes. Looking around, she couldn't see where it was but she could hear it buzz with her ringing tone. It sounded like it was coming from the mini table sitting in the middle of two cream coloured sofas. She sighed because she knew she couldn't walk over there to get it, she felt like she was unable to walk after the early morning ended with Ben. Her legs were weak and shaky when she had walked to the bathroom to pee after the sun came out. She saw that he had left and she was glad, glad that she didn't have to face this stranger who made her cry when he sexed her, glad that she didn't have to see him again. The phone stopped ringing and she sighed once more attemp
"Belle!" Brie rushed out holding up a phone. "Belle!" Belle turned when she repeatedly heard her name been called. It was Brie calling so she stood waiting for her to cross the road and come to her, wondering why she was calling. "You forgot your phone." Brie finally got to her panting. "Oh my goodness, thanks." Belle said taking it and putting it in her purse. She was in a hell of a hurry when she left their apartment, she was almost late for her first day as an intern at the Crisp-tv media house, her email had been replied and she was informed last night that she had to begin work this morning. "Oh, no thanks, you owe me one, I'm not taking a thanks. I fucking rushed through those flights of stairs and crossed over here, not for a 'thanks' so you owe me one." Brie said finally catching her breath back. "Are you serious?" Belle asked giggling. "Don't mind me, I just wanted to be sure I could reach you to know how you would be doing today at work." Brie said laughing. "My bus.
"How would you like to interview Mr Larkson." This question made Belle's eyes widen in surprise. "Me?" "Yes, you." "You would actually trust me to do that? I just started today." "I can't really send anyone else, Mr Larkson is actually a very scary person to deal with, I mean that's what people say, that's why I wanted to do an interview with him to know if it's true but now I can't go and you seem quite fascinated to meet him, so yes, I have no other choice than to trust you right now." "You don't even know my name." Belle laughed feeling comfortable enough to say what she just said. "You are... Vera?" Laura said looking at the names of new interns on her monitor. "No." Belle giggled. "Claire?" "No." Belle shook her head. "Then you have to be Belle because that's the last female name I can see here." "Yes ma'am, I'm Belle, Belle Miller." "Okay Belle, get ready for your interview, you leave in the next thirty minutes." "Okay ma'am." "Laura, call me Laura." "Okay Laura."
"Mrs Johnson couldn't be here, she asked me to do the interview in her place." Ben felt her warm hands touch his when she shook him. So, she wasn't Mrs Johnson, he had been overthinking everything just now. He looked at her face while shaking her hands, an unnoticeable smile of relief escaping. Belle smiled back nervously still, keeping her files on one of the chairs opposite to his desk. She didn't notice Ben curving his lips. He thought she still looked beautiful with her hair poured down. "Please sit." He ushered taking his own seat, his eyes never leaving her face the whole time. She swallowed before seating on one of the two chairs opposite to him. She took out one of the papers containing Mrs Johnson's questions for the interview and took out her pen. She was trying to control her breathing before doing any questioning. She had hoped not to ever see this man in front of her but here she was about interview him. Who knew he was such an important person, she had slept with the