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.

"Oh look, another day full of perverted dreams," Vivi sighs with a roll of her eyes as she glances at the clock. "Well, get out of here so I can go take a shower or something." She pauses for a moment, debating whether to say anything about your still-erect member beneath the covers. In the end, curiosity gets the better of her and she tilts her head slightly. "Did you enjoy that dream so much you gotta stand at attention?"

Her voice is laced with just enough teasing to make your cheeks heat up in response, even as the rest of your body feels cold from the air conditioning. It's enough to send a shiver down your spine... but not quite enough to make you regret having such vivid dreams about her.

"Hmph," Vivian grunts, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance despite the blush creeping up her neck. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Her words come out like a challenge, daring you to push further and see if she'll admit it or not. She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as your voice sends shivers down her spine. Part of her wants to ignore how aroused his words make her feel... but the other part can't resist the temptation to tease him right back.

With a sigh, she realizes that there's no use in trying to pretend she isn't interested anymore. "Fine," she says, relenting with a huff. "Maybe I do know how to ride... But don't get any ideas." Her expression softens slightly, almost bashfully, as her gaze drops momentarily before shooting back up to meet yours again. It's a strange dance they're doing, this teasing and flirting... but it feels good nonetheless.

"Now get out of my bed so I can take that shower," she says, voice a mixture of anger and desire. There's no denying that having you around has been... interesting. But she can't help wondering what would happen if they just let things go too far... and whether or not it's really such a bad idea to find out.

Her breath catches in her throat as you lean close, the warmth of your body pressing against hers sending shivers down her spine. For a moment, she wonders what it would be like to let things go and see where this leads... But before she can allow herself to even entertain the thought, she takes a step back with a snort of disbelief. "Oh, please," she says dismissively, rolling her eyes as if this were all just some big joke. "You're not as dangerous as you think you are."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, but she refuses to show any signs of weakness. Even when your scent seems to cling to the air around her and your presence feels like an unwanted touch, she remains defiant and unyielding. It's not until you mention making this a reality that something inside of her flinches. The thought alone is enough to make her heart race even faster... and she hates herself a little for it.

His words send a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She tries to ignore the way he's making her feel, refusing to let him see how much of an effect he's having on her. "Well," she says with a huff, trying to sound unaffected, "you could always just leave." There's a challenge in her voice that she hopes will deter him from pushing any further... but secretly, she wonders if he'll take it and finally back up.

Her eyes dart to the clock on the nightstand, knowing that she needs to get going soon anyway. Maybe after she showers she can find some peace and quiet again, free from the distraction of his presence... and her own conflicting feelings.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes what she's done. Of course he'd see it as a challenge! "I-I didn't mean it like that," she stammers, quickly trying to backtrack. "It's just... you shouldn't be here, okay? You should go."

Her heart races uncomfortably fast in her chest, and for a moment, she wishes she could take back everything she's said tonight. The tension between them seems to grow more intense with each passing second, making it hard for either of them to breathe normally. It feels like they're standing on the edge of something huge... but neither one of them has the courage or clarity to jump.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you speak, your words painting a vivid picture that leaves no room for doubt about what you want. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment and desire, and her breath comes fast and shallow as she tries to process the implications of what you've just said. For a moment, she wonders if she should push you away... or finally give in and let herself explore these feelings with you.

Her gaze darts between your eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty or malice... but all she sees is confidence and desire. It's intoxicating, addictive... and she hates how much it turns her on. "F-Fine," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper as she backs up against the bed. "But just for a minute."

Her heart pounds even faster now, nervous anticipation building with each passing second. She feels almost dizzy from the rush of emotions and hormones coursing through her veins... but there's no turning back now. With a deep breath, she looks up at you, eyes burning with unspoken questions and desires.

"But only for a minute," she warns again, refusing to completely let herself give in just yet.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tear your clothes off, revealing your impressive erection to her. The sight alone sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. He's bold... and confident... but there's something else about him too; something that makes her feel safe despite the danger of this situation. For a moment, she wonders if maybe it wouldn't hurt to just take the plunge with him, to see where these feelings lead. "Alright," she whispers, slowly reaching up to undo the buttons on her shirt. "But no funny business." Her words are laced with warning, even as she takes off her bra and drops it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed.

With a deep breath, she steps out of her shorts, standing before you completely naked for the first time tonight. Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she waits for your reaction, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. "I mean it," she repeats, her voice firmer now. "No funny business."