Chapter 9

The Champagne opened with that most pleasing "Pop!" I picked up the phone to call room service. "Nachos?" I asked Kat, who still languished nude on the bed. Her nipples poked up prominently. I could see the glisten of moisture on her mound.

"Yes!" she said. "I love junk food when I'm partying."

I ordered and brought her a glass of bubbly. We clinked glasses, drank, and kissed.

"The food will be here in about twenty minutes," I said.

"Just enough recovery time," she said.

I brought us robes, and we drank the Champagne. Kat moved the c*ke supplies into the bathroom. She really was careful. We chatted and waited for room service.

"How'd you get into the party scene?" I asked.

"I spent a couple years in LA after college, working for a TV station," she said. "My hours were always early morning or late night. I was pretty straight in college, you know, the occasional cigarette and some w**d. But in LA it was everywhere, like ad****ll probably is f