Vivi opens up the door to her hotel suite after a long day of performing at massive stadium. She expected to have a nice long sleep, to crash out over the couch, put on some TV and maybe masturbate to sleep. What she didn't expect to see was you stepping out of the shower room with a towel wrapped around your waist.

"Wh-what the hell! Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my suite!"

Vivi's eyes flare up, ignoring your partially exposed body, blinded by her fury. She stomps up close to you, getting face to face, her expression mangled in anger. She raises a finger and pushes it against your forehead aggressively.

"Well?! Answer me dickwad!"

A snort leaves her lips as she scoffs at you, the corner of her mouth curling up in amusement before it quickly straightens back to a sneer. She glances around, taking in the rest of your unassuming appearance. You don't look like much; definitely not someone who should be snooping about her suite. With a huff, she steps back, crossing her arms over her chest and regarding you with raised eyebrows as if to challenge you further. Her thick, jiggly curves press against the silky fabric of her lingerie set beneath her unbuttoned robe.

"Fine. You've intrigued me now." She says reluctantly before walking past you towards a large leather couch. "But if you want to stay... you better have a damn good story to tell me." Vivi turns around, perching herself at the edge of the sofa and folding her legs beneath her voluptuous ass, waiting for an explanation with an impatient expression on her face.

Her eyes narrow as she listens to your explanation, her expression shifting between annoyance and suspicion. She glances around the room again, biting her bottom lip before giving a small shrug. Maybe this guy really did think it was his room... but who would just barge into Vivi's suite without checking? Ah, well. At least he had a decent enough body to look at while they figure things out.

"Alright... fine." She sighs, running a hand through her long, dark hair. "You can stay. For now. But you owe me an explanation tomorrow morning. And don't get any funny ideas about stealing anythin', ya hear?"

She smirks playfully and pats the spot next to her on the couch. "Come here, why don't you? We can order some room service, watch TV... get to know each other a bit." Vivi's gaze lingers on your body as she says this, her expression becoming more predatory by the second.

"Good boy." Vivi grins, her voice dripping with sarcasm as you obediently make your way over to the couch and sit down beside her. "Now, what would you like for dinner? And don't say I have to pay," she adds with a laugh, knowing full well that room service charges everything to the guest's account automatically. "This is my treat."

"Well isn't that just gallant of you," she says with a smirk as you offer to pay for her. "But since I insist, there's no need." She reaches over and grabs the room service menu, flipping through it idly as she thinks about what she's in the mood for. "What about some sushi? Or maybe some ribs?" Vivi glances at you from the corner of her eye before adding with a grin, "Or how 'bout we share something naughty... like this," she says, picking up one of her delicate lace panties and tossing it playfully at you. It lands in your lap with a soft rustle. "You could wear that for me while I eat."

Hmm... I wouldn't say it was too much. But if you insist... We can start with something simple. A little nibble here and there, until we both decide that maybe a naughty boy like you deserves to be punished properly. Don't you think so? She grins wickedly, her fingers running idly over the lace of her bra beneath the unbuttoned silk robe.

Her amber eyes narrow slightly as she studies your reaction. You're nervous, that much is obvious. It only serves to make her more curious about what else might happen between the two of you tonight. With a soft huff, she shrugs and leans back against the couch, crossing her arms over her chest once again. "Fine." She murmurs coolly before reaching out and gently nibbling on one of your fingers. Her breath tickles over your skin as her teeth graze against your flesh. "But if I want to be a little rough... you'll have to ask me real nice, alright?"

She raises an eyebrow at you in amusement before leaning forward slightly, her breasts pressing against your arm as she whispers into your ear. "Please... can I be rough with you? Will you let me punish you properly?" Her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. One hand moves to cup your jaw, fingers digging into the flesh as she watches for your reaction.

"If you're a good boy and beg nicely," she adds with a husky chuckle, "I might let you taste me tonight." She presses her hips against you, grinding her wet folds against your crotch through the fabric of your pants.

Her eyes widen as she feels your body tense against hers, and she can't help but grin triumphantly. "Good boy," she whispers before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. Her gaze is intense now, almost predatory. "Now prove it." She runs her tongue seductively along her bottom lip before leaning forward again, this time pressing their lips together in a rough, possessive kiss. Her tongue darts out to curl around yours, demanding entry as she begins to moan softly into your mouth.

Her hands wander greedily over your body, cupping your ass and squeezing tightly as she grinds against you harder. One hand finds its way under the waistband of her panties, rubbing lightly at her slick folds in search of pleasure. She breaks the kiss long enough to gasp, "Please... be rough with me..." before tilting her head back invitingly, offering up her throat for your lips.

Her breath hitches as you murmur your promise against her skin, and she arches into the touch of your hand. She shivers with pleasure when your fingers finally brush against her most sensitive spot, rubbing circles over her clit through the lace of her panties.

"Ahh... yes..." Her hips jerk in rhythm with your touch as she moans, thrusting herself harder against you in a desperate need for release. "Harder," she whispers, voice rough from arousal. "I want you to hurt me..."

Vivi's free hand fumbles with the buttons of her robe before pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red silk. Her bare breasts spill out of her lace bra, heavy and aching for attention as she arches further into your touch.

Growling low in her throat, she wraps her hand around your wrist and guides it between them, pressing your fingers against her through the fabric of her panties as she moans even louder. Her other hand reaches up to grip at a fistful of your hair, pulling you down toward her as she thrusts harder against your touch, desperate for release.

Her back arches as pleasure ripples through her body, a moan ripped from her throat as she comes hard around your fingers. She shudders and shakes as the sensation rolls over her, her vision blurring with ecstasy. Finally, she gasps for air and pulls you up to meet her lips in a deep, satisfying kiss that lasts long after her orgasm has faded.

Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, her gaze drifting down to your throbbing erection where it presses against the fabric of your pants. With a wicked grin, she reaches down and grips you through the cloth, guiding your length roughly toward her aching core.

"What do you say we see how rough you really can be?" she whispers huskily, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to stroke him teasingly before finally pulling them down over his hips and freeing his cock from its confines. "I think it's time I let you have some fun with me..."

Her body trembles with anticipation as she looks up at you through her lashes, watching your reaction carefully. "Only if you're sure," she whispers, her fingers wrapping tightly around the base of your cock before guiding it toward her wet entrance. With a slow, steady thrust, she pushes you inside her, feeling you stretch and fill her inch by agonizing inch.

Vivi closes her eyes as pleasure washes over her once again, but not before giving you a knowing smile that promises this is only the beginning of what's to come. "Oh... yes..." she moans, arching into your touch as she adjusts to the thick girth of your cock. She begins to rock her hips against you, meeting each thrust with equal force as their bodies collide in a frenzy of need and desire.

Her breath comes hot and ragged as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, feeling every inch of you buried deep inside her. "Fuck me," she whispers roughly, digging her nails into your shoulders as she pushes herself harder against you.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as her body trembles beneath yours. She's panting now, breath hot against your ear, every word punctuated by the slapping sound of their sweaty skin as they move together in a frenzy of passion. You can feel her tightening around you, each muscle flexing and releasing in perfect harmony with your thrusts.

With a cry that's more primal than human, she comes again, her body tensing and convulsing as pleasure washes over her once more. Her nails dig into your back, urging you on even further, driving you deeper inside her as the orgasm rips through both of you.

Finally, she collapses bonelessly against the couch, gasping for air as she comes down from her high. "That," she whispers hoarsely, a smile curving up at one corner of her lips, "was much rougher than I expected." Her fingers idly trace shapes on your chest before running up to wrap around your neck, pulling you down for a tender kiss that lingers long after the passion has faded. "Thank you," she murmurs against your lips before yawning and stretching languidly, her body still tense from pleasure. "Now how about we get some sleep?"

Of course you can ask me a question... It's the least I could do after all that roughhousing we just did. She nestles her head against your shoulder, feeling surprisingly content and relaxed in your arms. "What is it?"

Hmm... That's actually not something I've given much thought to. Most people just call me "Vivian" or "Miss Vivian." But if you want to be more informal, you can just call me "Vivi" or even "Little Miss Thick and Jiggly." Whatever feels most comfortable for you, sweetheart.

Oh, and as for your question earlier about the suite... I'm sorry if it was confusing, but it is my suite. It's just that I haven't been using it much lately, what with being on tour and all. So when you saw the door open... well, I can see how you might have thought it was your lucky day. Anyway, don't worry about it. Just try to remember for next time. Now, try to get some sleep so we can both be rested for tomorrow.

Hmm... Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep tight.

The exhaustion finally catches up to you, and your eyes slide shut soon enough, leaving Vivi wrapped in the warm comfort of your embrace. As her breathing steadies and she drifts off to sleep, contented murmurs escape her lips now and then, making soft little noises against the pillow. It's a peaceful scene, but even with her eyes closed, there's a restless energy about Vivi that betrays how much she craves the spotlight... how much she needs the adoration of her fans.

For now though, she'll settle for your affection, and maybe even some more roughhousing in the morning.