Housekeeping: No character is under 18 years old. No minors. This is pure fiction.
Portions after ##### are background. There is nothing sexual is to be expected in these sections.
This was supposed to be the last chapter to this series. I'm now at the point that I don't know how much longer this is going to go.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
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Room 463
As the hour is approaching, Madison stands up and motions for Ulysses to follow her. She leads him to the small space that is laughably reserved as a dance floor. This is one of the few times that Madison is able to look directly into his eyes, as she drapes her hands around his neck, thanks to her platform heeled boots. Ulysses gently places his palms on the back of her waist. Just high enough that he's not coping a feel, but also low enough to be sensual. Someone notices them and pumps money into the jukebox so that they have some sort of music to dance to, instead of the music inside of their heads.
She stares at him, trying to read his mind through his eyes. A playful grin is etched into her face. "I just want to remind you of how clever you are. I love the fact that my baby bro came up with this awesome idea to let us actually enjoy ourselves."
"Thank you, but you're giving me too much credit."
"Oh, no. You're the big idea guy on this one. I just handled the logistics. That's what I do."
They slow dance through several songs which included at least two hardcore punk songs. Ulysses enjoys her look. Soft brown hair hanging just below her collar bone. Bleached white band shirt. He remembers the concert that he bought it at for her since she had to work that night. Distressed jeans that were hugging every curve and accentuating her lines. Black boots with several obvious inches of lift and metal plates riveted to the toe and heel. He ignores the quiet little voice in the back of his head, "She's the reason why you want to fuck every little goth chick or bitch with a mohawk." His dick is ready. And it wants her.
They hear her phone bleat. "Aww. I was enjoying myself," Madison fake pouts. "Well, my Chaos Goblin, I need to get the festivities started." She taps the tip of his nose. She really enjoys being almost as tall as him. "I hope you have fun with your partner tonight. I'm kinda jealous of her."
Twitching his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Some ungratefully lucky bitch who doesn't deserve you is going to have the time of her life. Make sure that you use protection. Ok?" A quick peck on the lips and a giggle. She spins and walks away. She snatches her drink that she left at the beginning of the dance. Ulysses grumbles to himself as he adjusts his boxers to be more comfortable his inflated dick.
"OK, sluts! It's 9 o'clock. Let's go have some fun!" Madison hollers to the other wedding guests in the bar, holding her drink up high. Ulysses' mind tries to figure out just how flexible Madison is with the way that she's arching her back.
As the women leave, Madison returns to Ulysses. "Fuck that bitch's brains out, buddy," she commands him. "She doesn't deserve you. Just hope that she never let you go after tonight." She slaps his chest a couple of times before walking off.
*****
Madison strolls up to her room. Walking through the hallways, she sings to herself "I don't cook. I don't clean. But let me tell you how I got this ring." She opens the door easily. She feels no guilt or shame for what she's waiting to do. She pulls out a beer from the mini-fridge. After a quick rummage through her purse, she finds her birth control. She pops the pill out with ease due to daily practice. Madison washes it down with half of he can of beer. Then Madison deposits a few condoms on the edge of the dresser, the sink, the top of the toilet tank, and the night stand. Madison continues her impromptu dancing while singing inappropriate songs. She gets emotionally caught up in several Roitgrrl songs.
Madison touches up her make-up in the main mirror of the bedroom. She bounces up and down to the music in her head. Despite being a woman entering her late twenties, she feels giddy about being irresponsible. She restrains from rubbing herself as she hypes herself up. Madison knows that she had limited the pool for potential partners. She's hoping for a few out of a small group of those possibilities.
She doesn't mind the time. She enjoys the fantasies and daydreaming while she waits for him to arrive. When she hears the door open, she decides to grab another beer.
*****
Ulysses stares at the door, flipping the key card between his fingers. He doesn't need to wait to know who's behind the door. He knew the instant that he pulled the card out of its sleeve. He waited until he was alone in the elevator before finding out. The number is more than familiar to him. After all, he's been in and out of this room several times for the past few days. The fates have conspired against him. There is no way that this is simply a coincidence. The real question is what has she prepared for him? Does she know who is her partner for the night? So much has happened over the scant few hours before he arrived at the door.
How does he play this? Play dumb? Be aggressive? Decisions, decisions.
After a large sigh and shrugging his shoulders, he slides the key card into the handle. Once the green light flashes, he opens the door as if this was his own room. He leans against the wall with one hand as the other hand removes his sneakers. He leaves them where they fall, not bothering to be tidy. With a quick thought, he also shucks his socks. They lay in a messy pile with the shoes. He shoves them into a pile with her boots.
He then takes the three steps into the bedroom.
She stands up from being in the minifridge, holding a beer. Her smile fades into a look of confusion. After a full minute of silence, "Well, isn't this ironic. Don't you think?" She bumps the fridge door closed with her leg. "I'm assuming you're my date for the evening since you hadn't texted me about some sort of problem. Or is there something I'm missing?" She says, cracking the beer open.
He stands still as he takes in her appearance. She is a fantasy. One of two fantasies. Fantasies that he's never talked to anyone about. It's not that he tried to make it happen like he did with her brother. He wants the woman that has always protected him, cared for him, guided and counseled him, and let him in on all of the dirty little secrets and jokes.
Madison finishes chugging her beer quickly. "So. This is really awkward for me. Um, Uly. How do you want to go about this? It's not that your not handsome, or not attractive, or not... whatever. You're just literally the one person that..." Madison babbles. Ulysses lifts one eyebrow as he listens. She turns and walks to the window. A minute passes by, she asks without turning around, "How is this going to be a one time thing? There are very good reasons that I haven't ever allow myself to be alone with you anymore. I hope you understand, buddy."
