EroticReverie

Sailor Grace Sellis

"Where did you even disappear to?" my friend Maxie asks groggily as she lays in last nights party dress on one of the rooms queen sized beds in our motel room. My friend Fabiola rubbing her eyes, both of them woken up by my accidental slam of our motel door. 

I was wearing a white body con dress, and fucking barefoot, because I wasnt able to find my shoes anywhere in the fancy ass suite I woke up in this morning. 

"Soooooo" I sing song, throwing my small clutch purse and phone onto the foot of Maxie's bed. "Here's the thing...." I say lifting my hand and wiggling my fingers as they both look at me curiously until I see realization Maxie's face as she catches the small thing gold band on my ring finger.

"You're fucking joking!" Maxie screams.

"What? what?!" Fabiloa panics and she blinks back and forth between me and Maxie until I lift my other hang and point to the proof of a very, very dumb, drunken mistake on my finger. 

Fabiola gasps. "NO!" she shrieks in horror. 

"Ummm, yeah, soooooooo, I may or may not have gotten married last night." I say as I cringe, Maxie and Fabiola both smacking their hands over their mouths. 

"Oh my god Sailor!!! TO WHO!?" she screeches. 

"Wellllllllll" I say drawing out the word as I bite my lower lip. 

"Last we saw...you were with Tucker Sterling, but I'm not even sure that was real and not just a drunk hallucination or drunk dream I had." Maxie half laughs but then Fabiola catches the wince on my face.

"TUCKER?!" she screams. 

"What?" Maxie says and then looks at Fabiola likes she's nuts. "There's no way she married Tucker fucking Sterling." she laughs and then looks at me as I grit my teeth and force a nervous smile. Maxie blinks. 

".....did you?" she asks, eyes going wide as saucers. 

"surprise!" I say with a little laugh. 

Fabiola screeches like an eagle and Maxie screams.

I wince from the piercing sounds assualting my ears.

Tucker Sterling is an actor, a very, very hot, very very famous, actor, that just so happened to be in the VIP section of the club we dancing in last night. The VIP section we were invited into by his friends. The VIP section where I say on his lap for most of the night, flirting and getting all touchy feely with him, until apparently, we got so shit faced that we thought it was a good idea to get hitched. 

"HOLY SHIT!" Maxie squeals. 

"where is he?! Is he outside?!" Maxie says shooting off the bed, throwing open the curtain. 

I laugh, blowing out a breath of air. "Yeah, he's outside waiting to whisk me off to meet his parents." I say sarcastically but in their shock and surprise they don't catch my sarcasm

"Oh my god! really?!" Fabiola screeches. 

i laugh again. "No you hungover hussies, not really." 

"where is he?" Maxie asks. 

I shrug as I start to peel off my dress. "I dunno, probably still asleep where I left him in his suite." 

"What?! You bing bang ditched?!" Maxie shrieks. 

I laugh, stripping down to my panties as I walk to the bathroom. 

"Ummm, yeah" I say. Because while the night isn't vividly clear..I defintely remember us "consumating" our marriage all over that expensive penthouse suite. 

"Oh my god, you're married to Tucker Sterling!" Fabiola shrieks. 

I wince. "Girl...easy on the loud noises, I'm hungover" I say and throw the shower on to heat up.

"And yeah, I'm currently married to him, but we're obviously totally getting it anulled." I say as I strip off my panties, my friends in the doorway.

"Why?!" Maxie exclaims. 

I laugh. "Umm because...it was a drunk stupid mistake...and there's just no way he wants to be married to a stranger...nor do I . " I say.

"But it's Tucker Sterling!" Maxie exclaims. 

"Exactly." I say and step into the shower and carry on a debate with my friends about why I have no plans to do any of the things they're dreaming up in their heads. 

"Oh my god, you can take him for half! He's got millions, you're going to be rich!" Fabiola says and I just laugh. 

"no Fab, I'm not doing that." I laugh. 

Although maybe it would teach amercias bad boy actor that had a reputation for crazy antics , to start thinking twice , especially before marrying a stranger. 

"Oh my god, did you use protection? If you're pregnant then you can getchild support too!" Fabiola completely ignores my dismissal of her previous gold digger scheme. We weren't even gold digging girls, Fabiola just watches a lot of reality tv shows, where these things happen.

"First of all...im on birth control....so I'm not pregnant....second...we're not cooking up and gold digging schemes you crazy bitch" I laugh as I lather my hair with the cheap motel shampoo. 

"So what, you're just going to divorce him?!" Maxie exclaims.

"Uhm yeah Max" I laugh. 

Both of my friends were the type to get star struck, like, really, really star struck. But I've lived in LA my whole life, so there was never a shortage of random celebrities walking around, so , seeing one in Vegas last night, didnt strike me like it had struck them. I didnt look at Tucker like a meal ticket, or as the famous actor that he is, he was just...really, really fucking hot. So I did what I normally do, I treated him like a piece of meat. One I apparently decided to marry. Oops. 

"We have nothing in common...other than we apparently like to shit faced and make bad choices. It was a mistake, and I have no plans of evil scheming, I just want to earse the whole marraige part of last night, and tuck the memory some exceptional dick into my spank bank for when I'm eighty to look back on, and tell my grandchildren about." I say as I rinse and turn off the shower.

"Youre going to tell your grandchildren that you fucked a star?" Fabiols cringes and I laugh. 

"ummm, right" I laugh. "Maybe ill just keep it to myself for memories." 

"So, you just left?" Fab sighs as I wrap a towel around myself. 

"Yeah, but...I left my number...so he can call me , so we can get this shit taken care of." I say as flip my hair into a towel. 

"I cant believe our best friend is married to Tucker Sterling" Maxie sighs dreamily and I roll my eyes. 

"Yeah..me either." I huff.