By the time Thursday morning rolled around we were beyond ready to get out of town. Sierra joked that cramming for her test was the best way for her to keep her mind off the fact that she was getting married. The only distraction she allowed all week was talking to Curtis to make sure Will and Callie had their travel arranged to get them there in time. Rather than flying with us, Curtis was driving to meet up with them on Thursday and their flight wasn’t scheduled until 10:00 pm that night. Because Steve was standing up for Calvin, it was Curtis who would be walking Sierra down the aisle so it stressed her out some that they were not on the same flight as the rest of us.
Sierra and I didn’t need much in the way of salon appointments, which was a good thing since we didn’t have time, because we spent every last second studying. Once checked in and through security at the airport she and I had a quick polish change done, while Steve got us coffee.
Unbeknownst to us Mom and Dad had arranged our upgrade to first class. I think Cal was the only one who had ever flown first class before. When the flight crew found out Cal and Sierra were getting married, they made a big deal out of it. Everyone from the captain on down got on the intercom to give them marriage advice. Funniest one was from the First Officer who announced, “Don’t listen to me, I’m twice divorced. Apparently it is frowned upon to have a girlfriend while married to someone else. Yeah, that’s my advice; your wife should be your only girlfriend.” At least he was honest right.
Mom and Dad were waiting for us as at the airport when we landed. They arranged for a limo to take us to the Planet Hollywood, which is where we were all staying. Mary had left 8 passes for us at the front desk which of course was all my mom could talk about. Kyler had convinced my parents to let him bring his buddy Cole so he’d have someone to hang out with, so they got them situated in their room with specific instructions to stay out of trouble. Sierra and I were both underage but we had enough things going on that it wasn’t a big deal.
Dad, Steve and Curtis decided to join a poker tournament while Mom insisted that Sierra and I go with her to the convention. I sent Mary a text letting her know we were heading that way, she responded instantly telling me where to find her table and that she would try and track down the author. The convention hall was huge I couldn’t believe how many people were in there.
I tried to guide my mom in the direction Mary gave me, but she had a fan girl freak out when she saw several of her “ALL TIME FAVORITE” authors. I think she bought a dozen books she has already read simply so she could get an autographed copy. I gave up waiting for her after the third “ALL TIME FAVORITE” author.
When I found Mary, she was standing there with several other ladies; it was easy to figure out who the author in question was because the first thing she said was, “Oh Shit Mary, she’s perfect.” Mary responded by cracking up. She got her shit together enough to introduce us to Della, who is the Della portion of the Della Michael duo. The longer we stood there the more Mary introduced us to different authors that stopped by to chat with Mary. Several asked Sierra and I for business cards, to which we both cracked up. Ultimately Mary took over those conversations.
We could hear my mom before we saw her. Instantly, I wondered if they served alcohol at this event because at that moment my mom could be confused with a drunken forty-something woman who had never met someone famous before. It was embarrassing to the point that all I could do was shrug my shoulders and laugh.
Apparently Della Michael was, you guessed it, my mom’s “ALL TIME FAVORITE” author. And she couldn’t stop talking about how her daughter was going to be on the cover of one of Della Michael’s books. In the end it was all pretty funny. After hanging out with Mary for a little while we confirmed where I was meeting her and started to head out. Before we walked away she asked me if Steve was here too, then she asked if I had any pictures of him on my phone. Apparently my face instantly flushed and Mary knew exactly why. I fumbled quickly through the photos on my phone to show her some of us together. She told me to make sure he came with me to our shoot tonight.
Dad lost money, Cal walked away even and Steve ended up taking first place in the tournament. His two hundred turned into a thousand. After they were done I convinced Dad that he and Mom needed to take Cal and Sierra out to dinner just the four of them. Steve and I went back the suite I was sharing with Sierra for the night to grab the clothes I would need for the photo shoot.
We didn’t have much time, but apparently Steve didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around me from behind as I pulled out the bra and panty sets I was bringing. His hands held my hips still as he thrust his hips into me. The motion sent my upper body forward, ultimately bending me over. He kept grinding himself into me to the point where I just wanted to strip naked and beg him to fuck me. Instead I wiggled free of his hold and pushed him back far enough to where I could fall to my knees in front of him. Within seconds I had his bare cock in my hands, spreading his pre-cum over the tip. I quickly used my tongue to lick the leaking juices and then down to the base. He ran one hand into my hair giving it a pull, which released my mouth off of him. Seconds later he used the other hand to guide his tip back into my mouth and ordered me to, “Suck it Baby. I am so fucking close, I am going to cum. Take me all. Yeah just like that, oh fuck swallow again. Oh shit, oh fuck, I’m cuming.” And just like that I drank his release down. He pulled away and tried to pull me up. I shook him off because we didn’t have time. He pouted and complained the whole way to the photo shoot about not wanting to be a selfish lover, he would make it up to me, on and on he went until we knocked on the door of the suite Mary sent us to.
Upon entering the room I was thankful to see that it was only Mary that was there. I introduced the two of them. She looked at what I brought and picked my first outfit then sent me off to change in the bathroom. I could hear the two of them talking, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. It only took a few minutes to get changed and as I walked out of the bathroom I could see Steve leaning against the sheer curtains watching me. Mary had her camera focused on Steve not me. She quickly instructed me to make my way over to him. Her instructions were to do what came naturally: caress, kiss, hug, and squeeze. She encouraged us quietly, told us not to worry about the camera; anything we didn’t like wouldn’t be seen by anyone. She asked Steve to remove his shirt, she had us twist and turn. She moved us to the chair, balcony and ultimately to the bed. She had us both remove all our clothes while using each other to cover our nakedness. In some images it was his hands that covered my nipples and in others it was his mouth. Holy shit, she had me straddling him while completely naked. Only his tongue hid my nipple from the camera. She instructed him to grab my ass, pulling me into him. Between the two of us, we were soaking wet; our arousal blending together as we held on to the other for dear life. She told us she had to change memory cards and would be a minute. As soon as she walked away it only took one hard thrust and my orgasm raked through my body. He shot his release into the mattress right below my ass.
From the next room Mary told Steve he could put his boxers back on but that I should stay naked. She wanted images, from the side of his face between my legs. So before she made her way back into the room, we moved the covers to hide the wet spots and got into the position she was looking for. She instructed me to lift my leg closest to her, which she said blocked her from actually seeing anything. Once she announced that she couldn’t see anything, Steve used his tongue on me. I couldn’t control my reaction, my back arched off the bed and my eyes closed soaking in the pleasure. Without instruction, I reached out and gripped his hair holding him to where I wanted him. Forgetting that Mary was even there I lost fucking control, begging him to make me cum. He answered by taking hold of my ass and burring his face, brushing his beard side to side. As soon as he sucked my clit into his mouth I tipped over the edge drenching his face with my release. Riding out my orgasm he stayed between my legs until I pulled his hair guiding him up my body. Kissing him without regard for my orgasm that is covering his face or the fact that Mary was still there. As we came back to earth, he pulled back making eye contact with me he started laughing. Hardly able to speak he asked, “Baby, did we just fulfill one of your kinky bitch fantasies?” All I could do was nod my head.
Thankfully Mary found the whole thing funny and left us to get ourselves put back together. No sooner did we get fully dressed did Della make her way into the room. Introducing her to Steve we confirmed that he would join us for a small portion of the photo shoot in the morning. Then she wanted to take me out of the hotel room for some outdoor images.
Steve took me to the steakhouse at the casino, he ordered a bottle of wine and the waiter didn’t even ask me for ID so I was able to enjoy a glass of wine while celebrating my first modeling experience and my first watched sexual experience.
Steve and I sat as close to each other as possible, I couldn’t help but giggle at everything that had just happened. He kissed me tenderly before saying, “It wasn’t something I ever wanted to do. I never thought I would be comfortable being intimate with someone else in the room watching. But Baby, tonight just confirmed once again that you make me crazy; a good crazy. The kind of crazy where I lose complete control.” He kissed me once again just as the waiter delivered our food.
We took our time eating, feeding each other tastes of what we ordered. It was the most intimate meal I had ever had. I realized there was nothing I wouldn’t give this man. Nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to make him happy.
Taking a long sip of my wine, I leaned into him kissing him gently before telling him, “I want to get married so I can make love to you. I want to give myself to you completely. I don’t want to wait.” I had never felt more certain of anything in my life.
At my confession the smile that spread across his face stole my breath. He looked me in the eye as he spoke, “You will never know how happy it makes me to hear those words. I have to be honest, I borrowed your laptop to get Mary’s contact information, which is also how I learned about the kinky bitches. I contacted Mary and asked if she would be willing to capture a moment for us, one that I want to remember forever. Only, having your naked body against mine made me lose control, all thoughts and plans went out the window. You were a dream tonight. Mary doesn’t really want me to model; she was giving me a chance to do this.” Pulling away from me he stood and walked around the table so he could get down on one knee before me. “Baby, you are my world, my life. You give my life meaning, you make my world crazy good. Please say yes, I can’t wait any longer for you to be my wife. Hannah, will you marry me?”
No tears came, just a smile that covered my entire face. The couple sitting next to us was taking pictures and as Steve slid a beautiful ring on my finger the waiter popped a bottle of champagne for us. The couple congratulated us, so we shared our champagne with them. The man had snapped pictures while the woman had taken videos, so while drinking champagne they sent the images to my phone. Apparently we didn’t need Mary anymore.
After paying our bill we made our way towards the elevators. At the bank of slot machines just before the elevator we could hear my mom before we saw her. Sure enough there was Mom, Dad, Cal and Sierra. Apparently Mom was winning and refusing to go to bed. As we walked up, I held out my hand so they could all see the beautiful emerald cut diamond engagement ring Steve had just given me. That worked to get Mom away from the machine, only now she wanted to celebrate back in their suite. The six of us headed up to their room.
Steve and Cal hit the bar to grab the champagne before following us up to the room. My dad gave us a nice toast, as we all enjoyed a glass of champagne. Sierra passed, said she was too nervous to drink any alcohol. Knowing we had a big day the next day we all headed to bed. Steve kissed me quickly telling me he’d be by in the morning to take me back to Mary. This was the last night that Cal and Sierra would have before they were married and I knew Cal would take his time tucking Sierra in. I was shocked to hear the outer door to the suite close as I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face.
I walked out into the main room of our suite and could hear Sierra moving around her room. Calling out her name she told me to come in. She was climbing into bed and patted the empty space alongside her for me to sit.
We sat there talking for over an hour. She was nervous about getting married, she was afraid she wouldn’t be enough, she was afraid he would compare her to the women he had been with before her, she was afraid she wouldn’t be a good wife. If there was ever a fear to be had the night before one got married, Sierra was having it. The only thing I could think to do was distract her which I did by telling her what happened while at the photo shoot. That worked at making her laugh, she knew Steve planned to ask me to marry him tonight, so she just expected things went as planned. It would be a great story, but not one we could share with anyone.
After the laughter died I reassured her as best I could that she would be a wonderful wife. She was the only person Cal wanted and she needed to stop worrying. Holding her hand I told her how thankful I am that she was marrying my brother and that within 24 hours we would be sisters. Holding hands we fell asleep side by side.
I couldn’t find it in me to be disappointed that my proposal plan went to shit. At the end of the day we’re engaged and practically porn stars.
Bonus, she knows I know about the kinky bitches blog and it didn’t faze her. Note to self, when I need to confess something, do so right after giving her an orgasm.