The hotel room was quiet except for the ambient sound of the city filtering up through the window. It was the kind of quiet that sits in a room when two people are occupying it and one of them is very unhappy about being there.
'Thank god... he didn't fuck me at all, but still... my... ugh... stop! It's over!' Madison shook her head.
Madison Reed sat on the edge of the bed, her posture tense and rigid, a reflection of someone who had resolved that the only thing she could control in this situation was her body language. She was staring at Mike, frustration simmering within her, as she replayed the limited options in her mind multiple times since they had entered the room, arriving at the same conclusion each time.
"Ahhhh~! Fuck, that shit was good..."
Mike stretched his arms overhead and rolled his neck, then turned to her with the relaxed demeanor of someone accustomed to these kinds of situations, where emotions ran high but urgency was seldom necessary.
