Nichole stands up from the table and motions for Adam to leave some money for the wine before heading for the door. Once they were outside, she grabs Adam’s hand and leads him into one of the alleyways behind the restaurant. “What’re you gonna do now, handsome?” she asks slyly, leaning her back on the wall of the alley.

Nichole grabs at Adam’s shirt and pulls him closer to her, grinning at him. “Why would it be a bad idea…?” she asks softly. She knew she might come to regret this in the morning, but for now, she knew what she wanted.

“I honestly just want to see if the dick is as good as you say it is,” Nichole says back casually as she follows Adam to his hotel, her gait a little more stumbley than usual as she makes her way there.

Once inside Adam’s hotel room, she immediately kicks off her shoes and throws herself unattractively on the bed, letting out a little groan. “Oh my god, this bed is so nice,” she says with a laugh. “Who knew beds came this nice.”

“I was too focused on other things to worry about your penis on Big Brother,” Nichole admits with a laugh. “I was in there with my ex-girlfriend, who I hadn’t seen in many years, and who I was still slightly in love with at the time.”

She raises her eyebrows and looks around the room. It was very very nice. She hadn’t noticed when they first walked in. Nichole, although she would never ever admit it, was not doing too great, money-wise. A nice hotel felt extra nice. She gasps. “Is this one of those hotels with the really nice robes in the closet?” she ask, getting up from the bed and running over to the closet. “It is!”

Nichole smirks. Adam was so confident in himself, part of her wanted to destroy his self-esteem just for fun. But just in case he was correct in being so self-confident, she chose to stick it out. After all, good dick was good dick.

She turned to say something to him about the robes, and saw that he was stripped down to his underwear. “Well, somebody is eager…” she comments with a grin, walking towards him and putting her arms around his shoulders. “Kiss me.”

“Hmm, I think you might be right.” Nichole steps back from Adam and pulls her t-shirt off over her head, messing up her curly hair a bit. She then slides her jeans off until she’s just standing in her bra and underwear. She does a little twirl for Adam, and grins at him as she lays back down on the bed. “Come ‘er.”