Wild Card
She liked sexy stories
Chiara worked at a boutique hotel overnight. She was a freelance writer during the day and at the hotel at night, it was not terribly busy. She could write during her shift.
Nothing remarkable ever really happened. Chiara was courteous to visitors and walked around to make sure the lobby was hospitable. The lobby provided snacks and drinks for the guests. Sometimes when she was on deadline, it was her late dinner.
After she had been there for a few months, there was a couple who seemed to live at the hotel. The man was gorgeous and so was the woman. All the late-shift men watched when the woman passed through the lobby.
The man worked and the woman stayed at the hotel. Intermittently, she would walk out in a slip dress and slippers drinking coffee and smoking. Chiara sometimes shared a smoke with her. She herself could not keep her eyes off of the woman who smelled like ylang-ylang and jasmine. As a writer, Chiara imagined what the couple must be like in bed.
She loved sexy stories.
When the man came back to the hotel in the morning, Mina — that was the woman’s name — would be waiting for him. He would embrace her, his hand moving down her back and over her backside in a way that Chiara had to look away.
It was so intimate.
They were not shy at all. Mina caressed him openly in the lobby. There really was no one but Chiara to see.
Oftentimes, Chiara would be so worked up from their foreplay that her car ride home would be steamy and restless. Imagining what was being done to Mina which had not been done to her in a long time. Sometimes she pulled her car over so she could touch herself because she could not continue to drive she was so wound up.
Living in a smaller town than the big city that she had grown up in, it was easier to drive to a deserted area on the road where she could pull up her tight pencil skirt and open her blouse so she could caress her tight nipples. Chiara could come from just touching her nipples, but that was not the way that she wanted to come that morning. Bare-assed on the car seat, she caressed her nipples and clit until she exploded with a flush of heat that infused her.
Biting her lip as she made herself presentable, she was startled by the direction her fantasy had taken.
The next morning, Mina walked over to the desk. Chiara was startled because she had been observing her peripherally in her signature slip dress.
“Hello,” Chiara said quickly turning on hostess demeanor.
Mina stared at her for a long time, or what seemed like a long time to Chiara.
“The coffee shop you mentioned down the street makes heavenly coffee thank you, Chiara.”
Chiara smiled and shivered a bit because the way that Mina annunciated her name did something to her. She was attracted to the other woman in a way she had never been attracted to another woman. Her fantasies when she pulled aside on the road imagined what it would be like with Mina and her partner.
He walked in right then. After acknowledging Chiara, he kissed Mina the way that he kissed her the day before. Mina moaned with pleasure as he squeezed her bottom and then squeezed her breast.
“Chiara,” Mina said her name again and Chiara shivered again. “After your shift…do you want to join us…upstairs? You do not have to answer right now, right Fletcher?” she said rubbing Fletcher’s chest. “You can just show up with the key card…”
Mina left the key card on the counter by her hand. It was a wild card which was the theme of the hotel in general. Chiara looked between them and placed her hand on the card with a tiny nod.
They walked away slowly looking back at her. Then Fletcher placed his hand on Mina’s ass again. Chiara watched as all the rest of the male staff did as he squeezed her cheek lasciviously. The joker on the key card seemed to burn beneath her palm.