“Just remember: You delivered two bottles of vodka to this man. I wasn’t here.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
She took the bottles from the cart. “Never mind the formality of setting the table. I’m going to roll this nice, wealthy man, and I want to start right away.” Her kiss on his cheek induced an instant b***r and reddened his face.
While the aroused hotel worker wheeled the cart away, the Countess closed the door and put my wallet on the dresser. “Now we’re going to play strip-drinking,” she improvised when she returned to the table. “For each article of clothing you remove, you have to take a drink.”
I reached for her.
“Not my clothing,” she chided, “yours. Remove your tie.” She had the first bottle open before I slid my tie out of my collar, and she began pouring vodka into my mouth before I d
