Diane thought the lady who was talking to her seemed like a nice old lady. Diane thanked Marie back and hoped it wouldn't take long for the food to come. She was so hungry, when was the last time she ate? Thinking about it, Diane wasn't sure. She supposed it was during her and Martin's sightseeing trip. Which was full of lovey dovey pictures. All of which were lies.<br/><br/>Before Diane could start to question what she had gotten herself into again, Marie knocked on the door. Diane got up and answered the door. She bit her lip when she saw Marie's reaction to her face. Unlike the other chambermaid, Diane didn't think Marie was being judgmental. It felt like she concerned, like a grandparent would be.<br/><br/>"It was...I mean, I was in an accident."<br/><br/>Diane said, waving it off. Accident...yeah, that's what it was. Her not controlling her emotions was definitely an accident.<br/><br/>"I...ummm..."<br/><br/>Diane was unsure if she should invite Marie in. She would see the door and...She seemed really nice, though, and it would be nice to not be alone.<br/><br/>"Sure."<br/><br/>She replied, moving back so Marie could enter. 'Why not?' she asked herself. Too bad she couldn't leave the door open, so Marie couldn't see the nice hole that Martin had left in it. Too late now, Diane thought.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>All Martin could think about was what he wanted. He wanted Pierre, very badly, and he wasn't thinking out what the consequences of those actions would mean. Not that he thought it meant he'd die. No, he just figured Rich would be pissed at him. Rich was always fucking pissed. Martin was tired of always having to do what Rich wanted.<br/><br/>Just one time, Martin told himself as he kissed Pierre back. Just some fun and then the rest of the trip he'd play the devoted husband he was expected to play. Shower Diane with gifts, make her the envy of all the women in the city. No, in the world. He'd figure out how to explain Diane's face and his hand later. Right now, all he wanted was what he knew he shouldn't be doing. He groaned when Pierre nibbled on his lip.<br/><br/>When Pierre told him he was the boss, Martin looked at him. That wasn't a role he was used to. After all, as an actor, he was used to other people him what to do. Whether it was a director or his agent. Pierre would probably see that being in charge wasn't something he was used to in his everyday life but the idea of it also excited him.<br/><br/>"If you insist."<br/><br/>Martin replied, standing up and holding out his hand to Pierre.<br/><br/>"What I want to do...The bed would be more comfortable for."<br/><br/>Martin told him.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>"I always aim to please."<br/><br/>Rich told the Lady with a grin. At least, he claimed he did. He, at least, always pleased himself. How well he pleased his female partners would be up for debate. If you asked Rich, he'd reply he always made a woman's toes curl and her head feel like it was exploding. If that really happened, who knew?<br/><br/>Rich was thrilled, the Lady appeared as excited as him for the main event. When she wrapped her legs around him, he pounded her like there was no tomorrow. She had gotten off, at least, he thought she had. He had taken a little bit of time to take care of her needs. The rest of this was for him. Some things had never changed about him since the first time, as a teenage boy, he had gotten laid. Rich still acted like a jack rabbit.<br/><br/>For all of Rich's talk, his very motions during intercourse proved he was a very selfish man. All that mattered was his own pleasure and it was over as soon as he got it. Once he was done, he rolled off of her and laid on his back.<br/><br/>"That was amazing."<br/><br/>More like, 'I am amazing', but Rich wasn't dumb enough to say that out loud to a woman. He had big stupid grin on his face as he reached around on the floor for his pants. He had to turn his back to the Lady to find them. He wanted a cigarette.