“Yeah, but it still probably won’t last more than a few weeks.  Don’t worry.  I’ve been dying my hair since I was a kid, and I know how to get my color back to normal.”

I was relieved.  The pink was sort of hot, but I loved her blonde hair best by far.

“I have a plan, a way for us to get a few weeks together,” she told me, tilting her head to look up at me.

The word plan coming out of her mouth had a notable effect on my cock, as again, her plans always seemed to end the same way.

That effect had me remembering that we weren’t alone.

I glanced at Turner, who gave me a toothy grin.  He was enjoying the hell out of the show we were giving him.

“Mind if we borrow this room for a bit?” I asked him, shuffling Iris inside.  “We need to talk.”

He laughed.  “Go for it.  You and your Chloroform Queen may talk as many times as you like in there.  Talk yourselves silly.”

I ignored that, shutting the door in his face.

Iris started explaining her plan the instant I turned my attention back to her.

“I’m house-sitting for these really nice women that I met at Turner’s pool party.  We’ve kept in touch, and it worked out just perfect, because they just left on a month long vacation to celebrate their anniversary.”

“What women?”

“Frankie and Estella.  Remember them?  Frankie is the tattoo artist with her own reality show that I’m going to make you watch sometime.”

“Oh, the hot lesbians.”

“Yes, them.  Anyway, it’s the perfect situation, all things considered.  We’ll have a bit of privacy for a few days, weeks, if we do it right, where no one can find us, because they won’t know where to look.”

I processed that.  She was such a whirlwind, and it was always easy to let that whirlwind sweep me up with it, but I suddenly remembered that I needed some things clarified.

“I know you’re going to tell me it’s complicated, but I need you to clear something up for me.  I need to know what’s up with you and Heath.  First you drug me, knock me out for this guy, and now he’s the one you’re running from?  Am I getting this right?”

She flushed, wringing her hands, not looking me in the eye suddenly, and I knew it was because she felt guilty for what she’d done, knocking me out cold while I was still twitching inside of her.

Good.  She should feel bad about that.

“I did that for you, not him.  I knew if you fought when he came to take you back, he’d hurt you bad.  And he is helping me, but that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous.  Well, not to me, but to you he is.  You need to avoid setting him off.  He has a temper.”

No shit.

“I’m very sorry for that,” she added, voice small.  “Please don’t hate me.”

I took pity on her instantly.  “I’m over it.  I’d kind of figured you thought you were doing it for my own protection.”  I stroked her jaw, mood shifting as I stared down at her repentant, downcast face.  “And I could never hate you, but I think you know that.”

She answered by nuzzling into my chest, and my mood shifted even more.

“I was really disappointed that our night got cut short,” I told her gruffly.  “When will I get another chance to have a glow-in-the-dark lipstick blow job?”

She grinned up at me, a sweet, filthy light in her eyes.  “It’s not glow-in-the-dark, but I do have lipstick.”

I blinked.  I’d only been teasing, but I certainly wouldn’t turn it down.

She pulled away from me, moving across the room to a big bag on a chair in the far corner.

I found a light switch and turned it on, taking in her outfit.  It was nothing too shocking, especially considering some of the things I’d seen her wear, but it still got me worked up, or rather, the body it housed did.

She looked like a different girl with the pink hair, tiny cutoff jean shorts that barely covered her ass, combat boots with high, chunky heels, and a cropped white muscle tee with a kitten in sunglasses on the front that read: LET’S GET CRAY.

She was an adorable, punk version of herself.

And still way, way too young for me.

I felt like a pervert while I found myself a seat on the edge of the room’s big bed, and watched her bend over to search through her bag, but that didn’t stop me from shrugging off my T-shirt, and as I watched her perky ass pointing my way, pulling out my dick.

She straightened, turning to face me while she applied dark red lipstick, opening her mouth into a suggestive O that had me jerking myself impatiently.

She began to move towards me, her walk sultry.

“Clothes off,” I told her, forcing my hand away from my dick, with an effort.

She stripped slowly, having to sit down first to take off her heavy shoes, then standing, and taking the rest off, working bottom to top, her shirt and bra coming off last, when she stood directly in front of me, close enough to shove her tits in my face as she bared them.

I only got in one tonguing kiss on the underside of one breast before she shifted back, then lowered to her knees.

She gave me a coquettish smile and set to work.

I gripped her hair and watched, jaw more than a little slack.

She ringed half my c**k with four deep red rings, reapplied the lipstick, and finished, right up to the tip.

She pulled back when she was done, and we both stared, admiring her handwork.