Staring at himself in the mirror, he was pleased with how well he’d done. All those years of watching the hot blonde chick who used to cut his hair was paying off.
“Damn, I miss her tits in my face as she’s cutting my hair,” he smirked.
Next, he tackled the beard. It all had to go. The last picture of him was with a beard, so maybe this would confuse people.
With hair everywhere on the counter and sink, he rubbed his soft, smooth skin and smiled at the face in the mirror.
“There you are, you handsome devil,” he grinned.
Finally able to lay his clothes out, hanging some in the closet, he took some cash and left the hotel headed to a local mall. With a pocket full of money, he visited four different department stores to buy clothing more to his taste. The flannel had to go. If he was able to, he would burn it all.
After leaving the mall, he stopped at a local steakhouse and ordered a thick ribeye, baked potato, and grilled asparagus. He washed it all down with three glasses of thirty-year-old Scotch and then ordered a cappuccino and slice of molten lava cake.
“Was everything alright?” asked the young waitress.
“It was perfect. You are perfection,” he grinned. She gave a big smile to him and giggled. “You must be in college.”
“Oh, no. I graduated two years ago. Just doing this to pay off my college debt,” she smiled. “Are you from here?”
“No. I’m here on business,” he smiled. “Would you have time to show me around?”
“Well, I’m off in twenty minutes,” she smiled.
“Then perhaps I could entice you into having a drink with me at my hotel.” She tried to appear uninterested at first, but he knew that she would go with him sooner or later.
“Sure. Why not?”
By the time Archie had her back in his hotel room, his cock was ready to burst. He needed to be buried inside a woman, and this woman was beautiful, young, and ready. She tried to play coy with him, but when he stripped, revealing his painful cock, she immediately reached for him.
“Hey, hey, not so hard,” she panted as he ground his body inside of hers.
“Fuck that,” he growled. “I need it hard, honey. Just let me get a few out.”
“A few?” she laughed.
He pressed her face down into the mattress, and she squirmed, trying to turn her head. After three huge releases, he flipped her over and began again.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure. But how about you help me get mine,” she frowned.
He was offended that she wasn’t having an orgasm. He was good at this. Better than good, and she should be screaming his name. Although he never gave her his name.
He continued to pound into her, his thumb rubbing her little nub. She came, but she wanted more, wanted better.
In the middle of the night, he felt her rise from the bed and go into the bathroom. He sat up to say goodbye to her, then noticed her telephone lighting up with a message.
Where are you? I’m worried about you.
It wasn’t the message that bothered him, but the photo behind it. It was the girl standing with an older man in a sheriff’s uniform.
“That’s me and my dad. He worries about me,” she smiled. “I have to head home, but this was fun.”
“Yeah,” he frowned. “Your old man is a cop?”
“Yep. Sheriff of the county for almost fifteen years now. He’s the best there is,” she smiled.
Archie reached for the young woman, pulling her onto the bed again.
