In The Beginning

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  I landed at the airport in Las Vegas around 2:30 PM and after a short shuttle ride to the AChat Hotel and Casino, I went to check in and disaster struck!  I was not on the registration for the charity conference, and to make it even worse, they didn't have any rooms available in the wing where the rest of the conference goers were staying.  In fact, the entire Hotel was going to be full for the weekend.  Just Great!  I had called in my reservations and was told that everything was good and that my room would be waiting, and now it was gone.  Ever want to just scream?

    After some sweet talking and eyelash batting with one of the managers, I was able to secure a room in the wing next to the one that the conferences were going to be held in.  Sheesh!  This has started out like the trip from hell, I was beginning to regret my decision to go on it.  I finally got to my room, which was on the 8th floor, around 5 PM.  I was pretty tired from the trip, but I still unpacked my bags and hung my dresses up in the closet.  Then I called home to let everyone know that I arrived safely (I didn't tell them about the hotel mix-up), after that I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse off, and climbed into the bed to take a nap.

    Now, the room I was staying in had two queen beds in it as Connie was supposed to be sharing the room with me.  I had lied to the manager and told him that my roommate would be joining me, so I needed a double occupancy room.  I figured that if they were going to move me around, and it being their fault, I wanted a bigger room than a single.  I got it, but now here I was, all alone.  The room also was a connecting room with the one next to it, so there was a door in the middle of the wall opposite the bathroom.  The balcony had a nice view of the city from the 8th floor, and I was anxious to see how it looked at night when it was dark and all the lights were lit.  I managed to doze off for about 30 minutes when I heard a loud bang, which startled me awake.  Then another loud bang followed by what seemed like a crash, as if something had fallen in the room next to mine.

    “Oh great.”  I thought, “Noisy neighbors.  Just what I need.  Can't anything on this trip go right?”

  I was awake now, and I was getting hungry, so I got dressed and headed down to get some dinner.  I located one of the restaurants in the hotel and sat down for a nice meal, again all alone.  Dinner was delicious and after having a full tummy, I thought that perhaps the trip would be better, and I was sure I would meet some nice people the next day at the conferences.  I went into the casino and did a little gambling at a couple of slot machines, didn't win anything though.  I was getting a little bored playing the slots, so I decided to head back up to my room, and maybe watch some television.

    I got off the elevator and started down the hallway to my room and I saw this woman ahead of me, she looked like she’s about my age, in her early 30's, shoulder length blonde hair, slender, and drunk.  She was wearing a skin tight, black dress that looked like it was painted on, with a hemline that came down just below her butt, there was a long run on each of the legs on the back of her stockings, she had on black heels and she was weaving down the hallway with her room key in her left hand, a purse in the other hand, and going my way.  “Please let her be further down the hall”, I thought as I got closer to my room.  “Oh God, she's stopping.” I said to myself, once I realized that she wasn't going any further.

    Yep… sure enough… she was in the room next to mine.  That explained all the noise.  I was watching her as I got closer and I could see she was having trouble getting the key into the slot.  I mean, she was missing the lock entirely.  “Hi”, I said, “let me.” and I took the key from her hand and put it into the slot and turned the knob, opened the door slightly and pressed the key back into her hand.  She looked at me a little, while pushing the door open and I could only see the left side of her face, and I thought that she was probably very pretty when sober, she then slurred something that was a cross between “thanks” and “okay”.  She went in, the door closed and all I could do was shake my head, and go into my own room.  “Oh brother”, I said, “and so it continues.”

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    Watching these two women on the screen though, was waking something up in me that had been sleeping a long, long time.  I knew I should stop watching, I wanted to stop watching, but I could not take my eyes away.  I felt myself wanting to be in there, to be with them, either of them, both of them.  My hands roamed my body, gentle touches, little caresses.  I was following the lead of the dark haired woman in the scene, what she was doing to the other one’s body I was doing to mine with my hands.  They were still dancing together in each other’s arms, a nice, slow dance.  Their hands were exploring each other, caressing their faces, nibbling on each other’s necks.  They would stop, embrace and kiss.  I could almost feel their kisses, their caresses, their pleasure.  The lighter haired woman tugged at the straps of her lover’s chemise and it fell from her shoulders, exposing soft, creamy colored skin, then she pushed it all the way down.  It fell to the floor and the dark haired one stepped out of it.  Her nipples were dark and erect, the other’s hand slid across one, squeezing the breast ever so lightly.  I felt my own hand sliding across my breasts, I was imagining how it felt to be her, to find myself being consumed with her passion.  They kissed again, and I wanted to be kissed.

    The dark haired one now pulled the hem up from the bottom of her lover’s chemise over her head, tossing the garment away, and using both hands took the lighter haired one’s breasts into her hands, leaned in and flicked her tongue across a nipple.  I felt so hot.  She did it again.  I felt hotter.  She switched over to the other breast and placed her mouth fully on the breast, sucking the nipple into her mouth.  The lighter haired one leaned her head back and I could feel the pleasure she was experiencing, holding her lover’s head in her arms, bringing her even closer as if she could take more of that breast into her mouth. 

I felt so hot, so burning with desire.  I practically ripped my nightie from my body and threw it onto the other bed.  My hands began roaming my body, fingers exploring, caressing myself.  I was riveted to the action on the screen, which was now really heating up.

They got into a side by side sixty-nine position on the floor and buried their heads between the other’s legs.  Their pussies were shaved, and their tongues were sliding in and out, up and down.  Licking, nibbling, biting each other.  Hands moving everywhere.  As were my hands moving lower, across my clitoris to the wet folds of my vagina.  I was so wet, wetter than I had been in quite a while.  My finger found its way in.  It felt so good, I closed my eyes, listening to the moaning and sucking and kissing sounds coming from the television.  I could tell they were moving faster, getting closer to their climax.  I had myself right on the edge with them.  In that place where, you know, where one more little touch will bring on your orgasm.  I backed off a little, let it subside a little, wanting to wait for my two lovers on the screen.  I wanted to cum with them, because of them.

They moved around and got into a scissors type position.  Their pussies touching and they moved back and forth, spreading their wetness everywhere on each other.  The lighter haired one reached down and slowly pressed two fingers into the other.  I pushed two fingers into me.  Moving them in and out, watching the action of my two lovers.  Again, I got right to the edge of orgasm, and again I back it down a little.  She pulled her fingers out and slid them into her lover’s mouth, letting the dark haired one taste herself.  I slid my fingers along my tongue, tasting myself, then I sucked on them.  I tasted good, and felt so sexy, so naughty.  I pushed them back into myself.  I was on fire.

They were really going at it now, and I was right there, along for the ride with them.  The dark haired one’s face began to get that look, I could see she was as close to orgasm as I was.  Now the lighter haired one’s body began to convulse, they began moaning, almost crying.  They were cumming and so was I.  I felt my legs twitch and straighten, my toes curled, my knees bent pulling my legs up.  I exploded with pleasure.  Little lights flashed behind my eyelids, wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed over me, I could feel my body arching up from the bed.  I couldn’t hear my two lovers anymore, only my own panting, my gasping for air, the rush of pulse in my ears, I was back on the bed.  I felt another climax coming on, building again, that feeling once more of being right on the edge.  I didn’t hold this one back, I couldn’t hold this one back.  I arched up again as another wave of ecstasy poured over me, I knew I was moaning, but trying to keep it soft, trying to keep it quiet, biting the pillow, legs kicking a little.  My hands were shaking as I lowered myself back to the bed and caressed my body, slowly, lightly.  The feelings of lust were subsiding in me, my senses began returning.  My breathing was returning to normal.  I felt so good, so relaxed.  I looked at the screen and my two lovers were in an embrace, snuggling next to each other.  I wanted to be there with them, between them as they held me, our hands would be caressing each other, we would be kissing, cuddling together, floating along on that cloud.  I knew I was a mess, and my practical side said that I should clean up, but I didn’t care, I could feel a dream coming on, I closed my eyes and I began to drift off, drifting into that place between awake and dreaming.

    “CRASH” came from outside my balcony door.

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    “Leave me alone.” She said, peering into the crack of the door.  Her room was dark, but I could see her from the light in my room.

    I looked in at her, she was still wearing that black dress, and oh my God, she was a mess, I could see that her forehead had dried blood on it and it had ran down her face along the right side of her nose.  I pushed my way in a little, opening the door wider before she stopped it.

    “You’re bleeding.”  I said, pushing on the door a little harder.  “You’re hurt.  Are you sure you’re alright?”

    “Yes”, she said, fingered where her tears had mixed with the blood and looked at it on her fingers, then said, “No, I don’t know. No.”

    “Let me help you.”  I said, opening the door all the way now, she had stepped back a little.  I glanced around the room, it’s dark but there’s enough light to see that it’s a mess, too.  The chair was turned on its side, there was an unlit lamp on the floor, the bed had everything off of it.  I reached for her head to see why she was bleeding and she knocked my hand away.

    “Don’t.”  Was all she said.

    “Let me look.” I said, using my best Mommy voice.  The instincts were beginning to take over and I needed to see what the injury was.  I moved my hands slowly to her head, and said “Shhhh”, she let me hold it and look.  “I really can’t see much, there’s a lot of blood.  What happened?”

    She began sobbing again, “I don’t know.”  She wiped the tears from her eyes, and smeared some of the blood onto her cheek.

    “Let me get a wash cloth so I can clean the blood away.”  I went into her bathroom, and I stopped at the doorway, ewwwwww, it was really awful.  Water (I think) on the floor, something that was probably vomit in the tub, I mean a real mess.  I didn’t want to go in there, and I was afraid to use the towels or washcloths.  So I went into my room, found my toiletry bag and got out my tube of Neosporin, and then got a clean wash cloth and the little plastic ice bucket.  I put some water in the ice bucket, dipped the cloth in it and went back to her.

    She was sitting on the bed now, I flicked on one of the headboard lights, and then I approach her, put the tube and ice bucket on the bed and got to work.  I cleaned most of the dried blood from her hair, dipping the washcloth in the water, she winced as I cleaned around the cut.  “Sorry.  It’s not so bad”, I told her, “it’s just a little cut.  It’s not bleeding now, so I don’t think it needs stitches.  Head cuts always bleed a lot.”

    “Are you a nurse or something?”  She asked.

  “No.”  I replied.  “Just a mother, but believe me, I have experience with cuts.”

  So I got her cleaned up and she seemed to be calming down, relaxing a little.  I looked into her face and smiled at her, my eyes went from her cut to her eyes to her mouth then back to her eyes.

    “You’re going to have a bump there, we should get some ice for it.”  I said.  “You don’t know how you cut your head?”  I looked around the room as I talked to her, and held the wash cloth on the cut.  I saw a half full bottle of vodka that was missing its cap on the bureau.  There was some sort of prescription pill bottle lying on its side on the night stand next to the bed.  There were pills scattered on the floor.  The bedding was on the balcony, including the pillows.  No answer.  I tried a different tact.

    “What’s your name?” I asked softly, still looking around the room.

    “Cherie.”  She answers, I could feel her relaxing.

    “Hello Cherie, I’m Paula.”  I said.  “Paula Baker.”

    “Hello Paula, thank you.” She said very softly, and then she murmured something I didn’t quite catch. 

    “Would you like to tell me what it is that’s bothering you?”  I asked, again using my best Mommy voice, while I’m using a clean part of the wash cloth and brushing her face where the blood has dried.  “I promise, I won’t judge you, I’ll just listen.  I’m a good listener.  Sometimes it helps to just get all those thoughts out of you.”  I decided that I was correct in my earlier assumption.  She was very pretty.

    “You got all night?”  She asked, I could hear a little humor in her question, and a small, wry smile came to her lips.

    “I have as long as it will take.”  I answered, dropping my hands, still holding the wash cloth, into my lap.  I took up the tube of Neosporin, removed the cap and placed a little on my finger, closed the tube and dropped it back on the bed.

    “What’s that?” Cherie asked.

    “Antiseptic.”  I answered, dabbing the ointment on the cut.  “It helps to keep it from getting infected.”

    “You really are a mother.”  She said.

    “Come on.”  I say, rising up and holding my hand out to her.  “Let’s move next door, where it’s a little more comfortable.”

    She stood up a little steadier than I had expected, and made a move for the vodka bottle.  “Leave that here”, I said to her, holding my hand out to her, “don’t have a drink now, wait a little while.”

    “Okay.”  She said, “Later.”  Then she took my hand, wavered a little, looked me in the eye and smiled a little smile at me, “I can wait.”  I took one more look around before putting my arm around her shoulder and leading her through the door.  “Wow”, I thought, “she really trashed this place.”

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   We were both standing now, when she seem to be finishing, and we were leaning on the balcony railing, still with our blankets around us, I reached for her and gave her a little reassuring hug, she smelled like old booze. Then I said, “Well, they’re not going to kick you out tonight.”  We stepped back from each other and I guess she could see something in my expression.

    Bedause she said.  “I must smell pretty bad, huh?  I should probably go take a shower.”  She kind of sniffed herself, and then said.  “Ewwww.  Oh yeah, I stink.  I definitely need a shower.”

   “Why don’t you use my bathroom here and take a quick shower then take a nice soak.  Fill the tub, I have bubble bath with me, you could use that and just soak in it.  It will be nice and relaxing for you.”  I said to her.

    “You carry bubble bath with you?”  She asked, smiling that little, crooked smile.

    “Hey.”  I answered.  “You never know when you want one.  I do it all the time, a quick shower to clean off and warm the tub, then a nice soak in some bubbles.  It feels great.”

    “That does sound pretty good, but I only have this dress with me.”  She said.  “And I have to tell you that I do feel better since we talked.  Well, since I talked.  You just listened.  And, getting cleaned up would definitely be a plus.”  She sniffed herself again.  “I don’t know what stinks worse, this dress or me.”

    “I told you I was a good listener, and I did listen, to everything.”  I said.  “You’ve had it pretty rough, but I think you can pull out of this.  You’re pretty, you seem intelligent, a little tipsy right now, but that will pass.”

    “Like the hangover that I’m going to have.”  She joked.  She almost laughed.

    “Look, I have another nightie with me, we’re close to the same size, you can wear that tonight.”  I said.

    “Really?  You would lend me that?  You’ve been so kind to me Paula.  I don’t know what to say, other than thank you.  And if you don’t mind, I think I will take that bubble bath.  Are you sure it’s okay if I take it here?”

    “Absolutely, I’ve seen what your bathroom looks like over there,” I said, “trust me, you don’t want to go in there.  Go ahead, use this one.”

    She gave me a little hug, and we went back inside the room.  I shut the balcony door and pulled the drapes closed.  She went into the bathroom and started running the water in the tub.  I went to the bed and felt where it was wet, “Wow”, I thought to myself, “I really soaked it.”  I covered it with the blanket.

    “Did you say you had shampoo?” I heard her call.

    “Yes.”  I answered.  “The hotel one is okay, but I have a nice herbal one with me.  It smells terrific.  I’ll get it for you.”

    I pulled my bag onto the bed and rummaged through it, found the shampoo and the bubble bath.  I took them around the wall to the bathroom, her dress and bra are on the floor near the door and she’s leaning into the tub, testing the water temperature, and she’s naked. 

    “Here’s the shampoo, and the bubble bath.”  I said, trying not to look at her, but I can’t help but noticing that she has a body to die for.  Fit, slender, and curves in all the right places, and her breasts are awesome.  Round, full with those perky type of nipples that look like they are always erect.

     “Sorry”, Cherie said, covering her privates with one hand, and taking the shampoo with the other, “I’m used to undressing with a room full of girls.  I didn’t mean to shock you.”

    She took the two bottles.  “Thanks Paula.”  She said.  “Would you mind if I left the door open?  I get a little claustrophobic in these little bathrooms.”

    “No.”  I answered.  “I won’t mind, beside, we can talk better this way.”

    She got into the tub and closed the shower curtain and I heard the shower go on.  I saw my chance and ran next door to her room. 

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  “They’re here to kick me out.”  Cherie said, wiping her eyes.

    “Screw ‘em.”  I said. I closed the connecting door and threw the deadbolt.  “As far as I know, the person who was in that room is no longer here.”  There was more pounding.

    I went to my door and tried to look out the peephole, but I’m too short to see out, so I opened the door slightly, and stuck my head out.  There were two men and a woman in the hallway, the woman had on a hotel uniform, as did one of the men, the other man was dressed in a dark suit.  “What’s going on?”  I asked them.  “I’m trying to sleep here.”

    “Sorry to have woken you, Ma’am.”  We’ll only be a couple of minutes.”  The guy in the suit said.  Then he turned to the uniformed man and said.  “Bill, open the door.”

    I saw him unlock the door and they went inside.

    I shut my door, and ran to the connecting door.  Cherie was already there, trying to listen to what was going on in the other room.  I leaned in too, trying to hear.

    We heard them rustling around for a bit, then I heard one say.  “There’s no one here.  Shit!  Look at the fucking bathroom!”  Then the woman said, “I found the room key by the vodka bottle.  Where the hell is she?”

    “Alright then, it looks like she’s gone.  We have her key, so she won’t be able to get back in unless she goes to the desk.”  I recognized the voice as the guy in the suit.  “And the bitch is not getting back in.  Bill, lock up, will you.”  Then we heard the connecting door close and lock.  It got quiet then.

    I looked Cherie in the eyes and said.  “You really don’t have a choice now.  Let me get you that nightie.”

    “Hmmmm.  Are you psychic or something?  If you didn’t go in there and get my things…”  She said as I went to the dresser and got my spare nightie out for her.  She took it from me and reached out and pulled me into a hug.  “Oh Paula, what am I going to do?”

    “Don’t worry about that now.”  I said, patting her softly on the back.  “We’ll think of something.”  I grabbed her by the arms again and looked into her eyes.  “Right now, let’s get some sleep and we’ll both feel better in the morning, okay?  I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”  I glanced at the clock and it was 3:15 in the morning.

    “All right.”  She said.  “I am pretty tired, too.”

    She turned her back to me, dropped the towel on the bed and pulled the nightie on.

    “Nice tushie.”  I said.  “Oh, and you smell much better.”

    She slapped her right butt cheek, winked and smiled at me.  We each straightened out our blankets, and got the beds ready.  Cherie turned out the lights in the bathroom, came back to her bed and got in.  I laid down in mine, avoiding my wet spot, reached up and shut off the light.  The room was dark, but not totally dark, as the lights from the city illuminated it a bit.  I felt really, really tired. 

    “Good night Cherie.”  I said.

    “Good night Paula.”