Mr Grey my billionaire

- Allison's POV

I watch the TV and see two hot, hunky guys caressing and kissing the woman, who seems to be enjoying it. The two handsome guys, one brunette and the other blonde, are naked and beautiful.

They both have huge limbs and all I can do is drool over them and imagine myself being the woman. Yes, I wanted to be the lucky one standing between them, about to be fucked like there was no tomorrow.

I wanted to rub myself all over those guys and feel wanted, I wanted to feel those big hands on my body squeezing me, I wanted to feel all that masculinity and all that horniness, if I doubted it, I even wanted to be spanked on the ass, but all I do is stare at the screen and watch the naughty porn.

I'm staring intently at the TV when the phone rings and I'm startled. Afraid of being caught watching a dirty movie, I quickly change the channel and get up in a hurry to answer the phone.

"FUCK!" I shout nervously, still lying on the floor.

The phone rings again and I slowly get up, feeling my knees ache.

"Hello!" I shout without realizing it.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Clark, but there's a lady down here who wants to come up..." The man can't finish his sentence as he is interrupted.

"I told you, she's my daughter and I don't need to be announced or anything! I carried that girl for nine months in my belly, wiped her ass, and breastfed her for two years! I swear, if that security guard asks me to calm down again, I'll take off my shoe and sit on his face!" I hear my mother speak nervously.

"Calm down, ma'am, I have to see if Mrs. Clark will let you in..." The boy on the phone argues.

"Look here, young man, I'm a mother, and I don't have to get permission for anything! Is Allison on the line?" I hear my mother ask and I think the boy nods because the next second I hear my mother shouting.

"ALLISON IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN, I SWEAR I'LL TEAR THIS HOTEL DOWN AND HIT EVERYONE IN THE FACE! AND WHEN I GET TO YOUR ROOM, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A BEATING LIKE I'VE NEVER GIVEN YOU IN MY LIFE!" My mother screams and I don't even want to think about the mess at the hotel reception.

"Ma'am, your mother's on her way up..." I hear the man say, and I can tell by his voice that he's scared, while I don't even have time to say anything as the call is disconnected.

I put the phone down and looked around. Furthermore, I see clothes, shoes, packets of snacks, and cans of beer and soft drinks scattered around the place.

I hastily pick up my clothes without even checking to see if they're dirty and throw everything into my suitcase in the corner of the room, then I start picking up the cans and packages that are on the floor, the damn garbage can in the room is so small that it doesn't even fit everything. 

I'm standing there desperately trying to sort things out when my mother starts knocking on the door.

"Coming," I say, trying to hide the traces of four days of neglect on my part.