“I - I just wanted information,” the young man managed to say. “What information?” Rawer said. He stopped the kicking for now. The young man ...as in no condition to take any more abuse from him. “I heard in the royal kitchen that you have information about the royal family,” the young man said, a very cautious and measured look sharing space with the fear in his eyes. Rawer tensed. He knew that this young man would either lead to both their deaths, by pursuing this line of questioning, or. ’ Returning to the stove we finished preparations. We sat in the breakfast nook and continued learning more about one another. The whole setting was topped off by a single candle that Steve had thoughtfully lit. We cleaned up the kitchen at the end of the meal, neither one needing to consult the other, just working in tandem. At one point, Steve surprised me by grabbing me close to dance in a slow circle. The gesture so sweet, it tugged at my heart. If I wasn’t careful, I could very well fall. It was time to take this to a more private location.“Steve, I’m not sure I can get her upstairs on my own without getting mauled in the elevator. Care to accompany us so we don’t get arrested by the Hotel Security?”“Sure, I think I can help. You take that hand, I’ll take this one.” We helped Jen to her feet and walked to the elevator. Her thighs swished softly in the black leather skirt. Steve had found out accidentally that she wasn’t wearing any panties early in the evening. He’d been waiting. “It’s last rounds. Bar closes in 5 mins.” He leaned in. “You ever break the rules, Benji?” He stared at me intensely, like he was trying to break into my mind. I felt a rush of fear and excitement. Something felt alarming about this but also enticing. Yes, I replied. I was no Boy Scout. He wiggled his finger invitingly… so I came a little closer. “Good. How about you serve me another round... and one for yourself too, why not. And then let me have a look at that ass? In the flesh.”He said this.