He expected no less from these classy looking women. Everything about them reeked of taste and discrimination. Beyond the sitting area, he could see the bedroom. A king-size bed, perfect. A small dinette area featured a well-stocked mini bar. An image of him laid out on the table with the women sucking on his cock and balls flashed through his mind. Easy boy.The muted but classy beige and maroon colors gave the room a cozy ambiance without the clinical look some hotel rooms had. A large chandelier cast a soft incandescent light throughout the room. Another erotic vision flashed in his mind. Wild swinging-from-the-chandelier monkey sex with Nicci had his alcohol-fueled libido kick into high gear.Barrett tossed his leather coat onto the chair near the door. No tawdry, cheap hotel rooms for these women—they were classy from head to painted toe. And he planned to explore every inch.As he moved toward the large sectional sofa near the windows, Barrett slowly peeled off his shirt, hesitating with his arms above his head for effect.
