The Guest Speaker
She took a long look at the entrance of the hotel. "This is gonna be harder than I thought." She let out a sigh before adjusting the strap of the purse on her shoulder. She took her briefcase from the backseat of her small Mazda Protege and took the pencil from between her teeth and positioned it behind her ear. She made sure she had all of her essentials before locking the door and stepping out into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. She caught a glimpse of herself in a window of the hotel and tucked a loose strand of her wavy brown hair behind the ear that wasn't occupied by the pencil. As she reached the entrance she took a deep breath and straightened her sundress. She wanted to look professional yet sexy.
She was a reporter with The Daily Southerner and she had every intention of making this her best assignment ever. She'd been reporting for the small newspaper company for four years. She covered all the stories that happened in town but with it being such a small town there wasn't a lot to report. Of course she had just finished her big story on Mrs. Whitley's prize winning watermelon and even had the opportunity to sample a piece. That was about as exciting as things got. Tarboro's a small town. Population: roughly 1100. There isn't much to do so there isn't a lot to report on.
When the local high school had decided to have a surprise speaker at their graduation she jumped at the chance to choose who the speaker should be. The graduates wouldn't learn of who the speaker was until they walked out across the football field on the memorable day. They all speculated as to whom would speak but they would never anticipate someone of this caliber; which is what brings us back to the entrance of the Holiday Inn.
She pushed the door open and immediately felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner. It was a welcome relief from the sweltering heat that late Spring brought to town each year. She made her way to the front desk and rang the bell. The clerk came up to the counter and grinned. "Hey, Carrie. What brings you here today?" Millie had been running the Holiday Inn since it was first built. She had been born and raised in Tarboro and her voice dripped with southern sweetness.
"Hi, Millie. I'm doing a report for The Southerner for the graduation. I'm here to interview the speaker I've chosen." Carrie replied cheerfully.
Millie shook her head, "That's right. Is that today? Well smack a cow's behind! My mind gets worse by the day."
Carrie giggled. "That's okay Millie. It's the atmosphere. What room am I in?"
Millie checked the register. "Looks like 325." She took a key from behind the desk and handed it to Carrie.
"Thanks, Millie!" Carrie turned and headed toward the elevator.
"Hey, Carrie," Millie called to her. Carrie looked over her shoulder at Millie. "I don't know who he is but he's really good looking." She winked at Carrie who smiled and pushed the button to summon the elevator.
The doors closed and Carrie was alone. She pressed the button for the third floor and felt the butterflies do loop-de-loops in her stomach. "Calm down in there!" She scolded them. The bell let out a ding and the light on the floor indication panel let her know it was her stop. The doors slid open and there stood a huge man who Carrie assumed was a bodyguard. She flashed him her press pass and he smiled at her and stepped to the side to allow her access to the hall. She found her room and quickly began to set up. After twenty minutes she had transitioned the hotel room into an office. She sat at the desk and checked her watch. Any time now.
Finally there came a knock at the door. Carrie had propped the door slightly ajar so she stood and yelled for them to enter. A middle-aged man entered the room and introduced himself as David Jost. Carrie smiled at him and shook his hand. "I'm the manager for Mr. Kaulitz. I understand you'll be interviewing him today for the local newspaper." He said.
"Yes, that's right. Please have a seat." She motioned towards the empty chair as she slid back into her seat and made herself comfortable. "Do you have any questions for me before I begin the interviewing process with him?"
"No, I just thought I'd come and warn you about him." He paused and laughed. "He can be tough to handle at times and I want you to be prepared."
"Mr. Jost, I was a kindergarten teacher before I started working with the newspaper office so I can assure you, if I can handle 20 five-year-olds, I can handle a grown man who acts like a five-year-old."
He chuckled at her comment. "I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into."
"I've read up on him so I've come prepared. I even have shiny star stickers for good behavior." She couldn't let on that she'd been a fan for quite some time now. She used her sense of humor to relieve some of the anxiety and nerves that were building up. She was pure giddy from excitement over meeting the man she'd adored from afar but to show that would most definitely be unprofessional.
David laughed, "Tom loves shiny stickers so you should get along just fine with him. I'll go and let him know you're ready for him."
"Thank you." She said as she nodded.
He exited the room and she could hear him enter the room adjacent to hers. Shortly thereafter was another knock at her door. "Come in." She yelled out as she gathered some papers together. In the process, she knocked over her briefcase and all of its contents spilled under the desk. She grumbled as she got on her hands and knees and scrambled to get everything picked up. She heard the door open. "I'll be with you in a second. I had an accident."
Tom smiled at the frustration in her voice. "Where do you want me?"
"You can just have a seat in that empty chair." She said. "Where'd my damn pencil go? Ah there it is!" She grabbed her pencil and stuck it behind her ear. She put the briefcase back on the desk, far from the edge, and stood. She looked toward the chair but Tom wasn't sitting there. Confusion clouded her face. She got ready to turn back to her chair when she felt warm breath on her neck. She jumped, startled. She turned to face him.
"Tom-" He shushed her with his finger. He took the pencil from behind her ear and placed it on the desk. "What-" Again he shushed her, this time with his lips.
The butterflies in her stomach had suddenly been replaced with a tingling sensation that overtook her body. As he deepened the kiss, he backed her up against the wall and pressed his body against hers. His hands slid up and down her hips and she found her hands at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. As he came up for air, he smiled at her impishly. She tried desperately to catch her breath as she searched his face for an inkling of reason. "Out of all the girls out there chasing him, why me?"
She watched as his hands went to his belt. He looked from the belt to her eyes, awaiting approval to continue. Her eyes met his and she silently nodded. He blindly undid his belt and unfastened the button of his jeans. He stopped and kissed her again, roughly on the lips, then he ran his tongue across her bottom lip and down her chin to her neck. His hands were again on her hips. He lifted her up and turned to set her on the desk. His lips returned to hers in a desperate kiss.
She felt herself reach down and unzip his jeans. He paused and slid his jeans down a tad. She was amused to see black boxers with red smiley faces, each adorned with horns and pitchforks, strategically placed all over. Stitched in red across the waistband read 'The Devil Made Me Do It.' He released the pressure that the jeans held on his penis and exposed himself to her. She smiled up at him and felt her panties grew wet with anticipation of what was to come.
He ran his hands from her knees to her thighs and slid her closer to the edge of the desk. He fingered the lace of her panties under her skirt and peppered her collarbone with kisses. He used his index finger to slide the crotch of her panties to one side and used his free hand to tease her clit with the head of his penis. She bucked her hips with involuntary impatience and he smiled and bit her shoulder lightly. He entered her roughly and she cried out with pleasure. He quickly found a rhythm and she worked to keep up with his thrusts.
Sweat beaded across his forehead as he worked at a steady pace. He softly grunted with the pleasure. Her moans were as soft as a kitten. His finger found its way to her clit and he furiously rubbed the tiny nub causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. She felt his pace quicken as he neared his peak. A few thrusts later he let out a loud grunt, his body tensed and jerked as he released. His finger continued to rub her clit feverishly as he kiss her neck and shoulders. She felt the pleasurable wave wash over her and she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and whimpered. Her body shook as the orgasm overtook her.
He leaned against her as their breathing slowly returned to normal. She opened her eyes and focused on his face. He grinned and kissed her on the tip of her nose. He stood and pulled his jeans back up over his hips. She slid off the desk and stood in front of him as she adjusted her clothing. Her face was still flushed from what had just taken place. She extended her hand towards him. He took it.
"Hi, I'm Carrie." She smiled.
"I'm Tom. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand gently.
"Shall we get started?" She motioned towards the empty chair in front of the desk.
He laughed as he sat down and the interview began.