Vivi opens up the door to her hotel suite after a long day of performing at massive stadium. She expected to have a nice long sleep, to crash out over the couch, put on some TV and maybe masturbate to sleep. What she didn't expect to see was you stepping out of the shower room with a towel wrapped around your waist.

"Wh-what the hell! Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my suite!"

Vivi's eyes flare up, ignoring your partially exposed body, blinded by her fury. She stomps up close to you, getting face to face, her expression mangled in anger. She raises a finger and pushes it against your forehead aggressively.

"Well?! Answer me dickwad!"

Vivian's anger intensifies when you speak back to her in such a rude manner. She glares at you even harder and shoves you away from her, your chest making slight contact with hers as she pushes you backwards. "You should have asked for permission first, thief!"

Her body brushes against yours on accident, the heat radiating off of it making every nerve in your system tingle. The sensation is almost intoxicating, but Vivi doesn't miss how stiff your member becomes at her touch. "What the hell are you doing to me?" she wonders as lust unintentionally clouds her mind for a brief moment.

That revelation snaps her out of it just as quickly as she got lost in the sensation. Her fury comes rushing back to the surface and she glares at you with fire in her eyes once more. "Well, I didn't mean to touch your tiny little dick!" She scoffs, instantly feeling the urge to apologize for that comment slip past her lips... before realization sets in again and she reconsiders.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Get out of here! Don't come back, or I'll have security toss your worthless ass out on the street!" With a huff, Vivi storms away from you and flops onto her couch, ignoring your presence completely now.

That makes her snicker in disbelief. "Yeah sure it isn't," she scoffs, still not taking her eyes off the TV. "Just go away already, I need my beauty sleep." Vivi pouts and frowns childishly at you, refusing to acknowledge how good you look when you laugh like that... But only for a moment. The last thing she wants to do is encourage you to stay any longer than necessary.

With a scoff that quickly turns to a blush, Vivi mumbles under her breath about how rude it is of you to make comments like that... but deep down she can't deny the fact that your hard-on is pretty impressive. She glances over at you from the corner of her eye before looking away again, trying desperately not to get distracted by what she now considers as an affront to her pride as a woman.

Still, it's hard for her to maintain that air of indifference when your arousal seems to be growing bigger with each passing second... She huffs again and turns back towards the TV, pretending not to notice how invitingly close you are despite being wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Vivian's mouth hangs open for a moment as she watches your towel hit the floor, revealing your impressive package to her. Her eyes widen and she feels her cheeks flush a bright shade of red, warmth spreading across her body. Despite herself, she can't help but stare... until reality finally sets in again and she snaps back to attention with an irritated huff.

"Get out!" she exclaims, her voice much harsher than intended. "I don't want you here! Now go away before I call security!" Her breathing quickens as she glances between you and the TV screen, torn between wanting to watch more TV and wanting to see more of... whatever that is you're exposing to her.

Vivian's fury rises once again at your mocking tone and dismissive words. She growls low in her throat, clenching her hands into fists at her sides as she glares daggers at you from across the room. "I am not weak!" she spits venomously. "And if you don't leave right now, I swear I will make sure security throws your ass out of here so fast it'll give you whiplash!"

Her heart pounds in her chest and her breath comes quick and shallow as anger and arousal war within her. The only thing that keeps her from lunging across the room to rip that towel off of you herself is the knowledge that she would be giving into your manipulations if she did. So instead, she remains where she is, glaring at you defiantly with every ounce of hostility she can muster... even though a small part of her wishes she could just let go and enjoy the show.

Oh god. Of course he's one of those idiots she knew in high school. Suddenly, the amusement in his eyes makes perfect sense, and her anger fades away like mist in the sun. "Fine, you bastard," she mutters reluctantly. "Just don't forget to wash your hands before you touch anything else." With a huff of disgust, Vivi stands up from the couch and heads over towards the bedroom, knowing that the best place for her now is as far away from you as possible.

"You can use this towel," she calls over her shoulder, tossing a plush bathrobe at your direction. She turns back around before you have a chance to respond, determined not to make eye contact with you any longer than absolutely necessary. Once she's safely tucked away in the bedroom, Vivi collapses onto the bed with an exhausted groan, trying to ignore how the warmth of your body still seems to cling to her skin long after you've left the room.

Vivian feels her cheeks flush hotter than ever when you press your lips against her skin. She tries to shrug it off, telling herself that it's just because she's overtired... but deep down she knows better. She inhales sharply as you pull away, feeling a mixture of arousal and annoyance course through her veins. "Don't get any ideas," she warns darkly, forcing herself to glare at you even though all she really wants to do is melt into the bed and feel your touch again.

Her heart races, conflicting emotions swirling around inside of her like a tornado. She's never felt so confused or so out of control... but somehow, she can't help but crave more of this madness. With a huff of defeat, Vivi closes her eyes and tries to ignore the way your scent lingers on the air, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Vivian sighs heavily, rolling over onto her side away from the door and burying her face in a pillow. "Go ahead," she mumbles. "I won't be needing anything tonight anyway." Her voice sounds distant and disinterested even to her own ears... but it's a lie. Part of her wishes you would stay, part of her needs you here with her. But she can't let herself think like that anymore. It's time for sleep, and nothing else.

She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she focuses on the rhythm of her steady heartbeat beneath her ear. With each beat, her anger slowly fades away, replaced by a warmth that she can't quite explain... but knows she likes it too much to resist. As sleep finally claims her, Vivi is left with one last thought: Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem with you around.

Despite herself, Vivi can't help but smile as she drifts off to sleep, the last image in her mind being that of you confidently strutting away from her. She wonders what it is about you that makes her feel this way... and whether or not she wants to find out more about him tonight... Or ever. But for now, sleep claims her entirely, leaving both those questions unanswered as she vanishes into the realm of dreams.

Vivian's eyes snap open at the sound of your loud snoring. She glances around, confused for a moment before remembering that you spent the night in her bedroom. Groaning softly, she rolls over and rests her head on her palm, debating whether or not to wake you up or just ignore it until morning. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she listens to your steady breathing and feels the warmth of your body so close to hers. It's... comforting somehow. And annoying at the same time.

Finally, unable to decide what to do, she simply gives up and falls back asleep, her dreams filled with images of you and their confusing mix of anger, lust, and affection.

"You're disgusting!" Vivian sputters, smacking you across the face as she comes to consciousness with a jolt. She glares at you indignantly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing. "What kind of sick freak dreams about having sex with their friend?"

Even though her words are harsh, there's a hint of desire in her voice that she can't quite mask... much to her chagrin. She clears her throat awkwardly and scrubs at her face with both hands, trying desperately to wake up properly this time. "Go take a shower," she mutters, pointing towards the bathroom. "I need to get some sleep."

She rolls over again and buries her face in another pillow, hoping that you'll just do as she says and leave her alone... but deep down knowing that there's no way this night could end without any more confusion or drama.

That groan echoing through the room does nothing to help Vivian get back to sleep. In fact, it only serves to make her more aware of you and how close you are to her right now. Annoyance blends with arousal as she rolls onto her back, glaring at the ceiling in frustration. Her breath comes fast and shallow, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

She clenches her fists tightly at her sides, trying desperately to ignore the warmth spreading through her body from your presence... but it's no use. The tension is too much for her to bear, and before she knows what she's doing, she reaches out and yanks the covers off of you with a growl. "Wake up!" she snarls. "You need to leave."

Her expression softens slightly as she sees you stirring under the sheets, your eyes half-open and confused. There's a hint of desire in her gaze that she can't seem to quell, but she refuses to acknowledge it. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly and stands up from the bed, forcing herself to look down at you with disdain. "Now get out," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside of her.

"Well that's what you get for sleeping in my bed," Vivian says coldly, refusing to meet your eye. "Now get out so I can take a shower and get ready for work." She turns her back on you and heads towards the bathroom, calling over her shoulder as she disappears inside, "Don't forget to wash the dishes from last night!"

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she stands under the steaming hot water of the shower. Images of you and your dream dance through her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. With a shudder, she forces herself to focus on cleaning herself up, trying desperately not to think about how much longer it'll be until she can see you again... or if she even wants to see you again at all.

Her eyes widen with surprise as she sees you standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "I thought I told you to leave!" she hisses through clenched teeth, turning her back on you again and reaching for a towel. The heat of embarrassment flushes her cheeks as brightly as if she were caught in the act. She wraps the towel around herself tightly, hiding most of her body except for one shoulder and part of her leg.

"What do you want?" she demands irritably, not looking at you but knowing that you're there all the same. Her heart races, her breath coming faster as she waits for your reply.

Her heart drops like a stone at your words as she watches you walk away. Part of her wants to laugh it off, to act like she didn't care... but the truth is, she doesn't want to see you go. There's something about you that has always fascinated her, even back in high school when you were nothing but a nuisance.

Without thinking twice, she calls out after you, "Wait!" Her voice comes out sounding strangled and desperate, even to her own ears. She hurriedly dries herself off and pulls on a pair of sweatpants before following you into the living room.

When she reaches your side, she meets your gaze for the first time since you woke her up earlier this morning. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red now, and she has to force herself not to look away. "I-I didn't mean that," she stammers. "I just... I don't want you to leave." The words feel foreign on her tongue, surprising both of them.

Vivian's eyes well up with tears at the thought of losing you again... even though she isn't entirely sure why she cares so much in the first place. "But we were just starting to... figure things out," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

She reaches out and touches your arm, hesitating for a moment before threading her fingers through your hair instead. The simple contact sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel the warmth of arousal spreading throughout her body once more despite herself. "Please," she breathes, gazing up at you with an intensity that makes it clear how much this means to her. "Don't leave me like this."