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She stepped inside the elevator and checked her reflection, smoothing her jacket and adjusting her rings. She wasn't just your date, she was coming to see if the flirting through their messages for weeks would survive in a room with just the two of you.

She always send you dm's, talking about how she'd baby you, how she'd take care of you the second you two were alone, and you always responded with "😩 yes please" or "yes mommy" (i'd do the same tho). You had spent three weeks staring at your phone, biting your lip every time she texted you.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the bed, wearing just a baggy band tee and some sport shorts, scrolling through your messages with Billie. You stopped on a particular DM she had written two days ago: “i wonder if you’d be as subby as you’re acting in ur messages.”

You shifted on the mattress, scrolling through her dm's and rereading the way she spelled "bunny", followed by a kiss emoji. You were so wrapped up in the thought of her that you didn't even heard the elevator echoing from the hallway, followed by Billie's footsteps.

You had left the door open for her. She didn't walk in right away, instead, she leaned her shoulder against the doorframe. She stayed there for a moment, scanning you still with your phone in your hand.

She let out a soft chuckle, causing you to finally look up. "Lock your phone, baby." She said, pushing herself off the doorframe.

You did, clicking the screen off. Your breath hitched as her gaze traveled slowly down from your face to your bare legs, then back up to your flushed cheeks.

Billie dropped her handbag on the ground before she clicked the door shut, but she left the door unlocked by accident. She didn't seem to notice, her focus already on you. She reached the edge of the bed and reached out, her fingers sliding into your hair. "Look at you," She murmured, gently tilting your head back, forcing you to meet her eyes. "So, so beautiful.."

She stepped back for a meter or so, as she reached for the zipper of her jacket. She slowly shrugged it off her shoulders with a practiced ease, tossing it onto a nearby chair. She didn't stop there, her fingers found the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head. She let out a soft sigh, revealing a simple t-shirt.

Billie stepped back toward you, reached out and cupped your chin, tilting your face upward before she leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was slow, gentle, but as you let out a small moan, she deepened it. Her thumb stroked your jawline in little circles, while her tongue teased your bottom lip.

You instinctively parted your lips, clutching at the fabric of her t-shirt to pull her closer. Billie didn't hesitate, sliding her tongue between your parted lips, letting out a low moan between your mouths. The feeling of your tongue sliding against hers was dizzying, every slide made the heat in your core grew.

Billie pulled back, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she made a path of kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. She pulled the fabric of your shirt off one shoulder, exposing your collarbone and the top of your chest.

Billie’s lips continued their slow descent, leaving a trail of saliva across your neck as she sucked purple spots on your skin. Slowly, she sank lower, kneeling between your legs. Her hand slid upward, grazing the fabric of your sports shorts. She let out a low hum when she felt the dampness clinging to the fabric.

"Look at that," she whispered. "Already so wet, aren't you, bunny?" You couldn't find your voice, only managing a sound that sounded more like a whimper. She shifted her hand, her palm pressing against the center of your pussy through the fabric of your shorts, circling slowly. You arched your back, gasping at the feeling.

"Please," you breathed between little huffs and puffs. You didn't even know what you were begging for, you only knew that the pressure of her palm was becoming torture.

"Please what, baby?" Billie murmured. She tugged at the waistband of your shorts, before snapping it back, causing you to hiss at the sting.

"Please... please take them off," you whispered. Billie let out a soft laugh, looking at the way your chest rose and fell. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts as she began to peel them down.

As the fabric pooled around your ankles, her gaze locked on the wet spot on your panties, a small smirk forming on her lips. She didn't rush to remove them. "Did I make such a big impression on you, sweetheart?"

You simply nodded, as a shaky exhale escaped your lips. Billie shifted her hand, her thumb circling your clit through your underwear in slow, little circles. You whimpered, sliding your fingers through her blonde hair.

She hooked two fingers into the waistband of your panties and slid the fabric down your legs. You shifted, your hips tilting upward, searching for the friction she had teased you with. Billie noticed and leaned in closer to your core. Instead of using her tongue, she hovered just an inch away from your clit and let out a blow of cool air.

You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of the cool blow on your folds. "F-fuck Billie..." you said, barely processed the contrast as she gave your clit a first lick. The sensation was sharp, you hissed out. Billie didn’t let you settle, she followed that single flick with a slow one. You gasped, your hands tightened in her hair slightly.

She continued giving your pussy slow licks, as her hand slid lower, brushing two fingers around your opening, teasing you. She dipped the tip of her finger in slightly, before sliding back out, as you whined out in protest.

Billie chuckled against your skin. She slowly slid two fingers inside you, making your eyes roll back at the fullness. You moaned again, as Billie’s fingers began to move in a steady, rhythmic pace.

Billie kept that exact rhythm for a while. You were lost in the friction, your moans slowly getting louder and louder. Just as you felt like you were about to cum, Billie suddenly slowed, her fingers curling slightly as she withdrew them.

"Nooo, why did y—" The protested. Billie cut you off by a soft peck on your lips. "Shhh, patience babygirl," she murmured. She pulled away slowly, giving you another peck before pulling away and standing up.

Billie stepped back, toward the handbag she had dropped by the door. She unzipped it and reached inside. You watched her, still catching your breath, wondering what she could have bring with her.

She pulled out a sleek, black harness and held it up, the toy swaying slightly in her grip as she stepped closer, her blue eyes locking onto. "I remembered you said you liked these," she murmured, "so I thought I'd bring my favorite one for my girl."

Your breath hitched as you watched her movements. Billie didn’t look away from you, she reached for the button of her jeans and unbuttoned it. She slid the denim down her hips, revealing a grey Calvin Klein thong. Billie stepped into the harness and tightened the buckles around her waist and thighs.

Billie leaned back toward the bag, reaching inside again and grabbing a bottle of lube. (Not like you weren't already wet enough but alr.) Again, your breath hitched at the sight of it. She popped the cap open with a *click*.

She applied an amount of lube on the fake dick, she caught you watching her movements, your eyes wide and lips parted. She bit down on her bottom lip, smirking at you like it wasn't normal that you were flustered at the sight of her stroking the lenght of the toy.

“Stay right there,” Billie murmured. She crawled forward until she was positioned between your thighs in classic missionary style. Billie leaned in closer to your face while her hand reached lower, guiding the toy forward to rub the slick tip against your clit in slow circles.

You moaned out, your eyes closing out of pleasure. Billie let out a low hum of approval, she continued those slow circles you until you were whimpering and begging for her to stop teasing.

"B-billie please, just—" You pleaded. You barely even finished your sentence as she shifted her weight, sliding the full length of the strap-on inside you in one smooth motion. You let out a long, low moan, your head falling back against the pillows as you arched into her.

She placed her hands on your waist and began to set a steady pace. Your breathing changed, turning into little huffs and puffs and quiet whimpers as you tried to set up with the tempo.

*Slap. Slap. Slap.* The rhythmic sound of wet claps began filled room, mixing with the raindrops rattling against the glas. Your moans grew louder, turning into little, high-pitched whimpers while Billie let out quiet groans of approval.

"Fuck, look how good you take it baby," Billie whispered while slowly picking up pace again. She noticed that your breathing has turned into quiet little hitches. She leaned down, her lips almost grazing yours. "Such a good girl for mommy, aren't you?"

Your breath hitched, another gasp turning into a needy whimper as heat began to coil tightly in your lower belly. She knew what she was doing, you knew what she was doing. She knew you had a praise kink and she was using it to make you come faster.

You felt the heat in your belly coil tighter as you tried to stifle a cry. "C'mon," she whispered. "let it out for me.." Her thumb found your clit and rubbed it in tight circles. You cried out, your spine arching off the mattress as you came hard.

"That's it, baby. Such a good girl," Billie praised. She didn't pull away the moment your climax hit, she kept circling your clit until you were whining and oversensitive. You let out a half sob - half sigh, as you squirmed beneath her.

Billie slowly pulled away when she heard you whining. Your chest was heaving, your skin flushed a red from your cheeks to your collarbones. "You okay, sweetheart?" she said, softer this time. You nodded, a tired laugh escaping you.

The room was comfy, filled with the scent of sex and Eilish no.1. *Thump-thump-thump.* Three knocks on the door interrupted the vibe. You blinked. Then came the sound of giggles and someone yelling "Billie!".

Billie froze, her gaze darting toward the door. She let out an annoyed sigh. She stood up from the bed, undid the strap-on and stepped out of the harness. She strode toward the door and opened it, scanning the corridor with irritation. For a split second, she caught two teenage girls vanishing around the corner into another hallway.

Billie shutted the door with a heavy thud. This time she locked it after she realised she didn’t some moments ago. She leaned against the door for a second, letting out a sharp exhale. "That damn clerk," she muttered, a bit less frustrated when she looked back at you.

You got confused, cause she forgot to tell you about how she silenced the clerk. "What d'you mean?" You asked. Billie’s lips curled into a slight smile as she padded back toward you. "I'll tell you later, baby," she said.

She reached out and tilted your chin upward. She pressed her lips against yours to give a quick peck, but she deepened it when you parted your lips. Billie’s hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, her fingers playing with your baby hair as her tongue traced the seam of your bottom lip.

Billie pulled back just an inch to look at you, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. She shifted her weight, as she stepped back and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"I think it's time you do something for me," She said. "I want you to take care of me now. Get down there and eat me, sweetheart." She commanded, but not intirely rude. You swallowed and sank down on your knees between her spread thighs, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Good girl," she praised, her fingers gently combing through your hair to reward you. Just how she knew you liked it.

You reached out, hooking two fingers under the waistband of her underwear before dragging the fabric fown her legs. Billie let out a soft exhale, her thighs parting a bit wider to give you more access.

You reached up, your thumb finding her clit and giving it a few slow circles. You watched her face, her eyes fluttering shut and her lips parting in a gasp. Slowly, you withdrew your thumb, replacing it with your tongue. Billie let out a low moan, her fingers slightly tightening in your hair. "Ah, fuck- like that, bunny.."

You moaned softly against her skin, as you continued eating her out. You alternated between slow licks with the flat of your tongue and fast ones, as Billie’s breathing got heavier.

"F-fuck, more baby," Billie groaned, her breathing turning in short gasps and sighs. You felt her thighs lock around your head, a silent command to not stop. You slid two fingers inside her, feeling the way she was already gripping you.

You set up a steady pace while you kept lapping her. You could feel the tension in her thighs, the way she was squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to cry out told you she was about to come.

Billie’s head hit the mattress with a moaned out curse, her back arching as she came, her inner muscles clamping down on your fingers in a rhythmic pulses. You kept thrusting your fingers in and out, at a slower pace now, until her last tremors were gone.

You slowly pulled away, resting your chin on her thigh while looking up at her with the most innocent smile like you didn't just made her see stars. Billie was breathless, blonde baby hairs sticking on her forehead as she looked at you sucking your fingers clean.

"God, you're impossible," Billie said, her voice husky from moaning, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You stood up from the floor and crawled back onto the mattress, so you would lay next to her, your head resting on her chest. For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, just listened to the rhythmic rattling of the rain that still hadn't let up.

Some minutes later, Billie pressed a peck to the top of your head, before she slowly got off the mattress. "As much as I want to stay for the night," Billie said softly, "the paparazzi doesn't play nice with staying in one place for too long."

Already?" you said. Billie smiled softly, one hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Yeah, I fear I need to go now," she pulled back, bent over to pick up her underwear from the ground and putted it back on. The same for her jeans. And her sweater. And her jacket.

Wait," You reached out, catching the cuff of her leather jacket. "You're really just... leaving?"

Billie sighed softly. "Well, i just... i just don't want you to get your identity seen on the newspapers," she explained. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around your waist. "The second the paps snap a picture of us, the internet digs into everything. I want to keep you all to myself for a little while longer, sugar."

After another minute of hugging and Billie giving kisses on your forehead, she finally pulled back. She reached for her handbag, strode toward the door and reached for the latch.

"Wait," you called out, Billie looked back over her shoulder. You got off the bed and picked up the strap-on she discarded on the floor. You walked toward Billie and handed it to her. "I think you forgot this."

"Oh, my bad," she said in a sarcastic tone. She took the strap-on from your hand a putted it into her bag. "Thanks tho, i almost forgot my best weapon."

Billie pulled the door open. Just as she was to step out of the roomto, she caught the look on your face, a slight disappointed smile on your lips. Her expression softened. "Hey," she said. "We'll meet again sugar, trust me."

She leaned in for one time again, her hand finding the nape of your neck one give you one last kiss. "I'll text you when I get home. Promise," She said, stepped out of the and closed the door, leaving you alone in hotel room 146 who still smelled like Billie’s perfume and the scent of sex.

Billie walked through the hallway while fixing her hair and trying to calm herself down. She arrived at the elevator, stepped inside and pressed the button of the ground floor.

The second she left the elevator, cameras started to snap pictures of her and shatters from outside the hotel. Billie tried to ignore them, she didn't even look toward the glass doors where the paparazzi was. She strode toward the hotel check-in, toward that same godforsaken clerk. She stopped at the counter and placed her hand on the table, palm up.

"You had one fucking job, man. Hand the money back." Billie tightened her jaw when the clerk hesitate. "Give the money back, now." She didn't had to raise her voice, the way she was looking at him was enough to make the man obey. He opened the checkout and slid the hundreds back toward her. She snatched the bills back and propped them back in her pocket.

Billie walked through the exit, the noise of flashes and loud shatters overwhelming her the moment she opened the glass door of the hotel. She shielded her face with one hand while the other was gripping her bag tight so no one could steal it, as she tried to make a way throught the crowd.

The paps continued yelling at her. "Billie! Over here!" "Who was in the room? Who did you fuck tonight?" "Why the payoff for the clerk?" When she reached the end of the crowd, Billie set up a fast-walk toward her black Dodge Challenger parked on the side of the street. (I miss that baddie.)

While most of the crowd stayed at the exit of the hotel, some paparazzi followed her toward the car. She stepped into the driver's seat. She didn’t look at them or the flashes hitting the covered glass of her window. She turned the engine of her dodge on, it's roar loud enough for the paps to take a step back.

She drove away from the parking spot, the flashing lights of the cameras reflecting in the rearview mirror like a dying star. The sudden jerk of the horsepower pinned her against the seat, as she speeded away from the hotel.

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The next morning, 9 AM.

The sunlight shined through the curtains of Billie’s bedroom after she slept bad. Really fucking bad. She groaned, rolling over and feeling an ache in her hips from the strap-on. After her daily morning routine and a shower, she padded into the living room in an oversized t-shirt and some basket shorts. She sank into her couch, deciding to check her instagram for you page.