I hung out in the hotel lobby watching fans, readers and authors enter the banquet area where the author party was being held. Mostly because I wanted to see what the attire was. There was a wide variety, but nothing was formal or what would be considered “dressy.” I had packed a suit just in case, but after seeing that the event appeared to be casual, I decided not to wear the suit. It would make me stick out, and I certainly didn’t want that.

I returned to my hotel room and changed into the black dress pants and a casual maroon button-down shirt. I put my glasses on and gave myself a final look in the mirror before heading to the party.

There was a much larger crowd that had gathered at the entrance to the banquet hall, and I stood at the end of the line waiting to get in. Since the line was moving at a ridiculously slow pace, I pulled out my phone. I had a few texts waiting for me from Amy. Nonchalantly, I looked around to make sure no one in line was watching me or paying attention to my phone. Using my hands to cradle the phone and prevent wandering eyes, I opened the text string from Amy. There she was, pulling a smile from me. Decked out in a black dress, she treated me to a picture she took while looking in a full-length mirror. Behind her was the bed. The bed she used the butt plug on the first evening and recorded herself coming. The bed she lay on last night as we talked on the phone and I convinced her to insert the plug and rub her clit. I couldn’t get past that picture because all I had in my mind were the sexy and naughty things that she’s already done on that bed. As I moved up in line, I was able to pull myself away from the picture and read her text.

I put the phone back in my pocket as I was nearing the entrance. I wasn’t expecting a text back from her until later because I knew she was at the party. I had to quickly fill out an interest card and check mark which authors that I was here to see. Aside from Amy I randomly selected a few and kept the name part anonymous. With it completed, I finally made my way into the banquet hall.

I wandered around and got myself a beer from the bar that was set up in the corner by the entrance. With the beer in hand, I roamed around slowly and every now and then I’d hang at the back of a small crowd and listen to an author talk to some readers.

“I put all of the character names that I’m considering into a hat and then pull out one at random one. Whatever name I pull is what I work with,” an author said to a group of fans when asked how he picks his character names.

While I stood there, I cautiously looked around the room until I spotted my princess. There she was. About ten yards away from me and toward the center of the room, Amy stood with a small group of readers and fans. Standing a few feet away from her was another author with a small group.

Slowly I made my way over and stood at the back of the group near the other author’s group. From there, I could see and hear Amy perfectly. As she spoke, I shut my eyes briefly and imagined us talking on the phone. She was laughing now, and it forced a smile on my face. Her smile was breathtaking, and her eyes sparkled. I paid close attention to every word she said.

“Amy, I love the characters you created in Dark Kiss. Will we be seeing more of them?” a fan asked her.

“Yes, I think they might have a future sequel. We’ll see,” Amy said as she nodded.

I read most of Dark Kiss on the plane and loved it. I. wasn’t done yet, but so far, I thought her female character might be an awful lot like Amy. I saw traces of her, and me, in many parts that I’ve read.

After two hours of having Amy within touching distance, I headed to my room. I needed to get ready for our phone call soon.

* * *

“Hey, princess. How was your party tonight?” I asked as soon as she answered her phone.

“Hi, J.P., it was good. I met a lot of fabulous fans. I love these meet and greet events. I’m tired though. It’s a long time to be on your feet and talking the entire time.”

“I bet. Tough gig to stand there and look sexy,” I teased.

“God, my shoes were killing me.”

“You should invest in some really nice shoes.”

“Sometimes really nice shoes aren’t really comfortable,” she commented as she sighed. “It feels so nice to have my shoes off.”

“Are you all cuddled up in bed already?” I could picture her hotel bed perfectly, and a mental image came rushing in of her ass in the air and head on the mattress as she cooed and moaned into the voice recording.

“I am. I’m so exhausted.”

I would have loved to encourage her hand into her panties and talk dirty to her as she worked her way towards an orgasm. But I also knew that today was a really long day for her, and she entertained for a few hours this evening. As much as I didn’t want to call it a night and get off the phone, I understood she needed her sleep; tomorrow is the book event, and she needed to be on her toes.

Amy’s protest at my suggestion that we get off the phone so she could get some rest made me smile. She wanted to stay on the phone with me.

“You need your rest. You have a big day tomorrow. Didn’t you say that you also have a private party tomorrow night?”

“Yes, it’s in the early evening at the hotel bar. Which is great because I won’t have to worry about driving anywhere.”

Horror ran through my veins like a tsunami. I was now worried about Amy getting drunk at the event and some ass fuck trying to whisk her away to his room. Not that there are tons of men at these events, but her after party is in a bar in the hotel.

I had to get into that party.

“I’m sure the party will be great. How many people do you have coming?”

“Sam has it all arranged. I think she said there were fifty on the invite list. They are some of my biggest fans, and I’m so excited to meet them. But I know Sam also has a handful of additional invite cards that she’s going to pass out tomorrow during the book event. So, I think we’re planning on around seventy-five total,” she explained as she yawned.

“Bedtime, princess. Set your alarm and make sure you play with that toy and come in the morning.”

“I promise. Thanks for the call tonight, J.P.”

“My pleasure. Goodnight,” I said and waited on the line until I heard her end the call.

I was still a little wired and went to Kinky Links. I glanced at the new photo uploads today, but nothing really held my attention again. I quickly clicked on the private photo collection and went to pictures of my muse. That was enough to get me going. In no time, I had my cock out, jacking off to the intoxicating sight of their toned body. I closed my eyes and imagined their body wrapped in dirty chains, taking a hell of a punishment session from me.

“Mmm, fuck yeah,” I moaned out as I came and released my load on my stomach. I opened my eyes and stared at the little muse onscreen. “Fuck…what I could do to you...you’d love it.”

I took a deep, calming breath and logged out. I sat there for a moment, pondering how I was feeling. I felt guilty now. Guilty for jacking off to a fucking picture.

And it was because of Amy.

* * *

When I woke up, it was much later than I typically wake. Being on the Eastern time zone rather than the Pacific time zone was fucking with me. I wondered how Amy slept. I grabbed my phone and hit the play button on the audio recording of Amy pleasuring herself. I pulled up the picture she sent me yesterday of her in the full-length mirror on my screen and grabbed hold of my hard cock.

“That’s right, Amy, I can fill that sexy ass of yours and give you what you’ve been craving.”

I was able to hold off until I heard her come. She was so fucking sexy. I quickly showered and made my way to the hotel lobby hoping to catch a glimpse of Amy heading to the exhibit hall to set up.

While I sat there, that ball of energy, Samantha Kelly, appeared. She was typing one-handed with her phone and greeting various people here and there. Samantha seemed to know many of the people that walked by. She pulled a wheeled cart behind her and stopped at the small convenience store type of set up in the lobby. Samantha scanned the chilled beverages, and when she found what she was looking for, she eagerly moved towards that part of the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a Vanilla Coke. It made me happy because I knew it was for Amy. She’s got this thing for Vanilla Coke. It made me feel good knowing that this fireball of a personality was always looking out for my princess.

But how would she feel about me?