Hotel Chapter 1 Intuition is a funny thing. It can do wonders if it means you are right about something. Mia knew all about intuition. She loved to act on impulse and feeling, just for the sheer hell of it. Why not - if it bought so much fun into her life? A security guard named Clay eyed up the black mercedes pulling up to the front of the hotel. It wasn...
Marie, "Mi" among her friends, and I are still regarded as a nice couple. Just after we had met, the local newspaper used to mention us as "Our own Ken and Barbie" which I never liked. The simple reason was that both of us were well-known and popular sport stars in our small town. I was the star in our successful soccer team and Mi, who was National Champion...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Three. 2003. Part B. (September.) Simon, mid-twenties. Night Porter. I expected to have completed my assignment by mid-afternoon at the latest so despite the distance hadn't bothered to book overnight accommodation. The litigation turned out to be a far more complex c...
I exited the hotel room shower, struck once again by the opulence of the Presidential Suite. I am not a self-indulgent man but my recent good fortune was offset by the ridiculous hours I had been working and that meant a weekend in the most expensive hotel room in the city was necessary to rekindle my marriage. I moved towards the bathroom door, towel wrappe...
I worked on the offer for Bob over the weekend and was ready with the final report and presentation on Monday. I went and discussed it with Tom who was in agreement with my report except that he jacked up the price by 50% saying that it was a surcharge for me going for making the presentation on Bob's request. He also said that if I could get Bob to sign on...
Hotel Florida was the most renowned seven star hotel of Paris. Mr. White the owner of the hotel was becoming rich because of the aura of the hotel. Mr. White also had a big casino at the basement. He also had a big restaurant. He has recruited many waiters and waitresses from around the world because his restaurant was a popular place for tourists because of...
Jill laughed when she heard the maids. They were walking down her hallway jabbering away, obviously unaware that Room 222 was now occupied. "It was the fucking ghost again I tell you. He got to that woman on 212 and now she wants to sue us. The horny bastard is going to bankrupt us one of these days." "Nobody believes in ghosts and no one would believe her...
Author's note: My many thanks to D-Lo (DCL) for her inspiration to me for this story. * The envelope arrives in the post. Delivered during the week, but you did not notice it. You did not notice the envelope when you collected the mail after returning from work each day. You placed each day's mail in the basket to be delt with on week's end. Now you are...
"Listen, Howard, this is what you are going to do. You're going to call the hotel at this number and reserve a suite for me with an adjoining room with a pass through door for you. When we get there you are going to set up a video camera and tripod in your room and have it pointed at the bed. Then you are going to the Adult Toy store that is a few blocks awa...
Edited By English Rose * * * * * CHAPTER 1 THE PAST: RAT: TAT: TAT! A Thompson submachine gun administrated the punctuation of the roaring twenties. F Scott Fitzgerald named it the Jazz age. It was a time of excess. Tough guys wearing expensive tailored suits and diamond rings came to power by selling bootleg booze on the streets of Chicago and New York....