"Well okay," he said, feeling something of the gambler – he couldn’t remember what the girl looked like whose panties he now handed back to his new blonde friend.
"Great – I’ll go and see what I can rustle up for you," Heather flashed her eyes suggestively at him as she took the panties, and brought out her mobile phone.
Luke waved goodbye silently as he headed back into the club to get ready to take over from Deakin when he finished his set.
Working the final hours away until the club closed its doors at around 4am, he was tired, his body clock not yet ready for the change of pace. It went well, though, and as ever, he enjoyed every minute of his performance. In fact, he had quite forgotten about what Heather had said she’d do by the end of the night.
But he soon remembered - Heather was there at the entrance of the club when he came out, and she had a look on her face that said she was up to something.
"You know that girl of yours?" she asked, her face looking impish and mischievous.
"Yeah?"
"I called her."
"Oh, you did? What happened? They laughed at you, right?"
She held out a piece of paper with a grin.
“No!” he said, his eyes wide with surprise. As they began walking down the dark street, he took it from her and found it had a hotel name and a room number written on it in fairly tidy handwriting.
"They want you to go there," she said.
"'They'?"
"She has friends, you know." Heather flashed her eyes and licked her lips. "Could get pretty wild!"
Luke raised his eyebrows. It was an intriguing prospect, and even though he was tired, there was certainly signs of life below the belt.
"I'm exhausted," he said, not really knowing what else to say.
"That's no excuse!" she grinned. "You're here to enjoy yourself! Come on - it's not far, I'll show you."
Standing outside the door, the number 47 painted in the centre, Luke found he was no longer sleepy. But one thing he definitely was was nervous. This was insane! He'd hardly even spoken to these girls, and here he was accepting an invitation to spend what little remained of the night with them. Heather knocked on the door, and then stepped away to the side. She was really pushing him on this one, but it was kind of exciting to be her ‘pet project’. It would be pretty good fun to find out what she had planned for him.
Heather backed away down the corridor now, silently grinning at him and waving briefly with impish encouragement. He was on his own. The door opened.
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