In The Beginning

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  This was going to be my entry in the Erotic Story Contest that TightFit ran.  The theme was “Once Upon a Time in the Summer”, and once I began writing this, it kind of took on a life of its own and kept growing and growing.  As of right now, it is unfinished, and it was suggested by a dear Forum Member who I shared this with to post it in the Erotic Story Section, with the hope that once out there, I’ll finish it.  I agreed to do it, but I’m going to post it in weekly installments… So… love it or hate it… here it goes.

Once Upon a Time In the Summer
A Cherie and Paula Adventure
The Beginning

  I'm really not very sure how to begin this, so I am going to tell it as if you and I were sitting together at a table, having a cup of tea and just chatting.  So settle in, help yourself to the cookies and I will tell you my story.

    Once upon a time, in what seems like another life, way back in July of 1988, I was offered a chance to go to Las Vegas by an organization that I was doing charitable work for.  Another woman and I were to attend a small convention to discuss fundraising and to participate in workshops.  The charity had a block of rooms set aside for this, and we would all, all the convention goers that is, be staying in the same wing of the AChat Hotel and Casino.  This conference was to take place on Friday, the 22nd, starting in the afternoon, and last until 11:00 AM on Sunday the 24th.  We had to pay for our rooms, and for our transportation to Las Vegas, the only thing the charities were doing was reserving a block of rooms and using the conference rooms, which were donated by the hotel.  Connie, a co-volunteer at the charity I was involved with, and I were going to attend this together, and just for fun, we had decided to go out a day early on a Thursday and stay over until that Monday.  So instead of two nights we would be spending four nights at the AChat Hotel.  I made all the arrangements for us.  I booked the room and the flight out and back, I even arranged for a limo/transportation service to take us to the airport, and to meet our returning flight.

  My husband, Harry, volunteered to take some days off from work to be with our two children while I was off, as he said, “having fun.” 

    It was early Thursday morning and everything was set.  I had my bags packed and was ready for the limo service to pick me up, we would go get Connie and then take us to the airport.  The phone rang, it was Connie calling at the last minute and canceling out of the plans.  Boy, I was upset!  I was so looking forward to this trip and she backs out on me the morning that we are going.  I already had the plane tickets, which, by the way, I had charged on my credit card, with the return trip.  I even got us tickets to see Siegfried and Roy on Saturday night, I had all sorts of plans, and now everything was falling apart.  I really didn’t want to go alone, so I tried to get Harry to go with me, but we could not get the kids placed anywhere on such short notice.  Needless to say, I was quite disappointed in the whole affair, and decided to just stay home.

    Harry insisted that I go anyway.  “Go,” he said, “go.  Get on the plane and have yourself a little time away from everything.  Go to the conferences, gamble a little… see some shows… enjoy yourself.  It will do you good, besides I know how much you have looked forward to going.  I know you, you’ll meet someone nice there, you always do.  You’ll have fun, you’ll see.”

    “It won’t be any fun alone, I won't know anyone there.” was my reply.  “With Connie along, I would at least have had someone I know to talk to.  Maybe I can get a refund on the tickets.”

    We had this discussion going for about 20 minutes, and I decided to go, then we heard a horn beep, and I knew it was the Limo.  So we put my bags in the car, I kissed Harry and the children, gave them my love, and climbed into the back of the Limo and I was off for Vegas.  I told the driver that we would not be needing to make the other stop to pick up Connie, because she was not going.  I told him I still had her tickets, then I asked him if he would like to go with me.  He just laughed and told me that he would love to, but his wife would kill him.  So, out onto the highway we went and up the Parkway to Newark to catch the plane for the trip to Las Vegas. 

    Wouldn’t you know it?  There’s an accident on the bridge over the Raritan River and traffic is backed up for miles and we’re stuck in it.  The driver tells me he knows another way, but needs to get off the Parkway.  “Go for it.”  I said, starting to get concerned that I’m going to miss the flight.  I tell you, this guy was like an Indy driver, luckily we were in a regular Lincoln Towncar instead of a stretch, it took a little while for him to get a small break in the traffic behind us and then he was off.  This guy wove his way out of the traffic, off the Parkway then zipping along, got us across the river and back on the Parkway past the accident.  I gave him a thumbs up in the mirror and told him that he just got an increase in his tip.  I got to the airport, without much time to spare.  I gave him double the tip that I had originally intended.  He gave me twenty dollars back, and said to play some numbers on him.  That was sweet.  So I gave him a kiss on the cheek, he blushed a bit, and I headed in to catch my flight. 

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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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    I got dressed into my nightie, brushed my teeth, hopped into bed and switched on the television.  “Boy Paula”, I said to myself, “here you are in Las Vegas and what are you going to do?  Watch television.  Such an exciting life you lead.”  Little did I know, that was all about to change.

    There was a channel guide booklet that listed all the selections and while thumbing through it, I saw that some of the choices were of the xxx rated variety.  I turned to a regular channel… hmmm… sports, no.  Another channel… news, no.  Another channel… crummy show… another channel something about gambling, so I watched that for a while, but it became boring.  I was just about ready to turn the darned thing off and regretted that I had finished my book on the plane, when I thought, “Why not?  I’m not really tired.”  “Why not try something sexy and naughty?”  “I’m in Vegas, there’s no one else here… who would know?”

    I pressed the button… a message came up on the screen:  “There is a charge of an additional $14.50 for this service which will be billed to your room.  Press 1 to continue.”  So I said to myself, “Should I or shouldn’t I?”  “I shouldn’t… what would others say?”  “What would Harry say.”  Well, he would have liked it, I thought.  “What would my Mother say?”  I giggled when I thought that she would probably have like it too.  “Aw, why the hell not?  I’m in Vegas!”  I pressed 1, and poof.  The screen went blank.  “Damn it!” I said that out loud, as I tossed the remote to the end of the bed and lay down and rolled over into my pillow.  “Even that’s not going to work.  And $14.50… what I am going to do, call the desk?”  ‘Ah, excuse me, but my porno channels won’t work.’  I thought.  Then, about 45 seconds later there was a flicker of light and the screen came back on, and I was staring at a large, erect penis, a nice looking one too and it was all wet and dripping semen.  I mean, it filled the screen.  Then the scene changed and there were two hot looking ladies dancing, each wearing a see through chemise, complete with stockings, garter belt and heels.  One leaned into the other and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss.  The other one was kissing back.
 
    I thought about switching to another channel… I wanted to see a man and woman… but I could not take my eyes off of that kiss.  After a few seconds of watching, I felt something stirring in me, some feelings that I had buried years ago.

    You see, back when I was a teenager, I was seduced by my then, boyfriend’s older sister in their backyard, she was an older college woman of 21.  She had talked me into skinny dipping in their pool one hot day when it was just me and her there.  Then we laid out on some towels to do some tanning, still in the nude.  I loved that feeling of being naked, and being nude in the presence of another person was exciting.  She knelt next to me and offered to put some oil on my back (we used baby oil in those days), and I agreed.  Her touch was electric.  I could feel my body responding to every movement of her hands and fingers as she rubbed the oil on me, I did not know I could feel like that from a woman’s touch.  Her hands were hot and soft, with the oil gliding across my back, down my sides to my hips.  Down my thighs her hands went, to my calves then made their way back up.  I remember moaning as her hands went across my bottom, and then up my back, then down my side brushing against the sides of my breasts.  She poured a little more oil on me and then she oiled everything again.  Her hands reached my bottom again and onto the insides of my thighs.  I felt my legs open as if on their own.  I was very excited by this time and when she got to my privates, I orgasmed… twice.  I rolled over onto my back, reached up and grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.  Then we went at it like wild animals, kissing, hugging, embracing, stroking, licking, trying to give the other more pleasure then we were receiving.  We got so physical that we broke an aluminum lounge chair.  Cynthia and I had a torrid sex affair for the rest of that summer, until she went back to her college, she introduced me to many physical pleasures, including toys.  Sadly, I never saw her again after that summer, she had gotten married that year and moved away.  After that, I buried all those feelings and became “normal”, as people expected me to back then.

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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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I rose up with a start, got up, went to the balcony door and pulled open the drapes.    The first thing I saw was the view of Las Vegas, and it was beautiful.  Realizing that I was still naked, I went and got my nightie off of the other bed and put it on, and then I opened the sliding door and step out onto the balcony, taking in the view and looking around for what caused the noise.  Everything looked fine.  “It must have come from somewhere else.” I thought. 

    Now that the sun had been down for awhile it was cooling off outside, which was surprising to me because it had been so hot.  That was one of the things I did not consider on this trip, was how hot it was going to be.  I didn’t realize, until I was there, that I would be in the desert in the summer.  I think the temperature was 102 when I got off the plane.  But that night was warm, but cooling off and the city was so beautiful.  I could see the traffic on the road in front of the AChat Casino and people walking about.  There was a cushioned, steel lounge chair on the balcony, two of them actually, and a small table that was bolted to the floor.  I sat in one of the chairs, with my legs up and just relaxed.  “Maybe it’s going to be a good trip after all.”  I thought.

    Beginning to feel chilly, I went inside and took the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around me and got back into the lounger on the balcony, it was so beautiful out there, I just wanted to soak it all in.  It was somewhere around 11 PM, and I was starting to drift off a little, when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone sobbing.  I thought maybe it was someone’s television I was hearing and closed my eyes again, but it persisted.  I sat up a bit trying to listen to hear which direction it was coming from.  Now there was a moaning sound in between the sobs.  “Someone’s crying.”  I thought. 

    The sobbing is getting louder, as if it’s coming towards me.  That’s when I realized “Oh great.  It’s my neighbor.” 

    The crying got softer and I tried to block it out, but I was tuned into it, and I couldn’t help but hear it.  I heard the person next door shuffling on the balcony and then the sound of a whack!  That was followed by a small squeal and even louder crying, then the sound of a thud as if the person fell.  I could not take it anymore.

    “Are you okay over there?” I asked.  Silence… then some sobbing.

    “Did you hurt yourself?” Again asking.  More silence… more sobbing.

    “Would you like me to call someone?”  That one got a response.

    “No.  Please don’t do that.”  I heard her reply.  She started to say something else, but started crying instead.

    “Are you sure you’re okay?”  I asked again.  “You have been crying for a while.”  “Is there something I can do?”  “Would you like to talk about it?”

    “About what?” she asked.

    “Whatever it is that has upset you.”  I answered.  “I’m a good listener.  We’ll just talk.”

    “No.”  She said… and more sobbing.

    “Please”, I said “I’m not going to get much sleep knowing that you’re over there crying.”

    “I’m not crying.”  She said a little more firmly.

    “Yeah, right.”  I had enough.  I got up… rewrapped the blanket around me and tried to peer around the wall that separated the two balconies.  No good.  I couldn’t see her.  So I went to the door that separated the two rooms, and opened the one on my side and knocked.  No answer… I knocked louder.  Still no answer.  I went back out on the balcony and asked, “Are you still there?”

    “Go away.” Was the answer.

    “Please talk to me.” I said.  “Look, I’m going to knock on the door again… and I’m going to knock until either you open it or security comes up to see what all the noise is.”

    I didn’t wait for her answer, I went straight to the door, throwing my blanket on the bed as I passed by it, and began knocking… almost pounding.  I heard a crash from the other side, then silence.  I began knocking again, then I heard the deadbolt unlock, and then the door opened slightly.

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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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    Cherie and I entered my room, her ahead of me, and I heard the sound of moaning coming from the television.  “Oh My God!”  I thought, “I left it on!”  I could feel myself blushing.

    “Whoa!”  Cherie said, stopping in front of the television.  “Interesting choice of programming you have there, Paula.”

    I looked at the screen and there were two different women now, on their knees, naked and they’re butt to butt sharing one of those double dildos.  I ran to the bed for the remote, and pulled the blanket back, but couldn’t find it.  I glanced at Cherie and she’s standing in front of the set, watching the action.  She was holding her left elbow with her right hand and her left hand was holding her chin.

    “Sorry.” I said, still looking for the remote.  “I’ll turn it off.  I usually don’t watch that sort of thing, I don’t even know why I was watching it.”

    She didn’t say anything, just kept staring at the screen.  Finally I found the remote under the bed a little ways, I grabbed it and frantically pointed it at the TV and pressed a button.  Nothing happened, the women were still enjoying their dildo, and Cherie was still watching them.  I whacked the side of the remote a couple of times with my hand and pressed the button again.  Still nothing, then I realized I had the remote pointed the wrong way and turn it around and finally pressed the off button.  The screen went blank.

    Cherie turned away from the television and now I saw she was looking at my bed.  I followed her gaze and… Oh My God!  The bed was visibly wet from my earlier activities. 

    “Hey.”  Cherie said, sensing my embarrassment.  “It’s Vegas, don’t worry about it.”  She looked at me and our eyes met.  I saw something in her eyes that I didn’t quite understand, they were bloodshot, but there was also a softness to her gaze that made me smile.  She smiled back at me, a funny, little, crooked smile.  “Would you rather talk out on the balcony?”  She asked.

    “Yes”, I said, “but you better bring a blanket with you.  It’s getting chilly out there.”  She took the blanket from the other bed, and I grabbed mine.  We went onto the balcony, wrapped our blankets around ourselves and settled into the lounge chairs.  She seemed a little hesitant so I began with the usual questions.

    “Where are you from?” I asked.

    “New Jersey.”  She answered.

    “Really!  Me too.  What part of Jersey?”

    We came to discover that Cherie and I lived close to each other.  Her in one county of New Jersey and I in the neighboring county.  Our high schools played sports against each other.  “Small world sometimes, isn’t it?”  I asked.

    She said it was, and began to open up about her life and how she got to this point.  She kind of rambled through everything.  Her childhood, school times, after graduation.  She told me about her marriage.  She had one of those types you read about, a really hot, fast romance that burns like a rocket, only to explode in the end, she got out of that, but lost custody of their daughter.  She pursued a dancing career, auditions, disappointments, seedy characters.  People taking advantage of her, promising her things that never came true.  Betrayals.  She’d been through a lot in a short amount of time.  She had lost her job, dancing at one of the other hotels, no one was going to hire her, her agent cancelled her contract, she was drinking too much and she was down to her last couple of dollars.  She told me she didn’t have enough to even pay for the room, and had put it on her credit card that was pretty much maxed out.  She expected to get kicked out of the hotel tomorrow, and didn’t know where to turn.

    I listened to everything, only injecting a few yes’s and no’s, nodding my head, but paying attention.  There were times though, where I could only concentrate on her eyes, there was something in there that was mesmerizing to me.  Something fascinated me, although I didn’t know what it was, I just wanted to know more about her.

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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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  I went straight for the pill bottle on her nightstand.  It had a couple of pills left in it, and there were others scattered on the floor.  I read the label, Cherie Evans, and it’s something that I can’t pronounce, or remember, but I could read that it said “Take one before going to bed.  Sleep aid.”  It also had the standard warnings about not operating machinery.  Sleeping pills.  I got on my hands and knees and picked up as many pills as I could find off the floor and put them back in the bottle, closed the cap and took it back into my room.  I put it in my toiletry bag.

  “Everything alright in there?”  I called in to her, I could see into the bathroom from the connecting doorway.

    “Mmmmmm, heavenly.”  She answered.  I heard the tub water running and figured she’s started to fill it, and then I heard the shower curtain get pulled back.  I looked into the bathroom and she was sitting in the tub, with her back to me, suds were starting to appear.

    I went back into her room and straightened up the chair and put the lamp back on the bureau.  Next I went out on her balcony where I found all the bedding, and her shoes.  I picked everything up and brought it back inside.  Plopped the bedding on the bed, closed her balcony door, pulled her drapes closed and headed back towards my room with her shoes.  I never found her stockings.  I spotted her purse between the bed and the nightstand and grabbed that, too.

    I got back into my room and put her purse on the other bed and her shoes by the nightstand that was between the two beds.  She was still in the tub, so I headed back into her room and looked for her luggage, but I couldn’t find any.  I looked in the closet, under the bed, dresser, everywhere I could think of, I must have looked for 10 minutes.

    I went back into my room, and she was standing up in the tub, looking directly at me as I entered the doorway.  “Paula.  What are you doing?”  She asked.

    “Gathering.”  I said.  “Just bringing your stuff into this room.”  I looked at her and she was wet, glistening in the light, her body was athletic, lean with a great pair of legs.  She began to towel herself off, and I noticed that she didn’t have any pubic hair down there.

    “What are you doing that for?”  She asked.

    “I thought you might like to stay here with me tonight.  That way neither of us will be alone.  It will be just for the night.”  I answered.  “I found your shoes and purse, but I can’t find your luggage.  Do you have any?”

    “I don’t know Paula”, Cherie said, “you’ve done enough for me already, and no, I don’t have any luggage with me.”

    “Sure, come on, sleep here.  We can talk some more, watch some television, it will be fun.”  I said.  “Oh, that’s right, you said you only had that dress with you.  Why no luggage?”

    “I didn’t plan on needing any.”  She said.

    “Why not?  What were you going to do?  Buy stuff in the hotel without money?” I asked.  She had finished drying and came around the corner into the room, with a towel wrapped around her.

    Then she just blurted it out.  “Paula, don’t you get it?  I came here to kill myself.”  She said, and started sobbing.  “I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up, but I couldn’t even fucking do that right.”

    I ran across the room to her and hugged her.  “Oh honey, shhhh, it’s okay.”  I said quietly to her, I could feel the tears building in my eyes.  “It’s all right now.  Stay here with me tonight.  Everything will work out for you, you’ll see.  Life has a way of doing that.  All you need to do is do the right thing from here.  I’ll help you.”

    “I brought sleeping pills with me.” She sobbed. 

    “You didn’t take any, did you?”  I asked, leaning back to look at her.

    “I was going to take them all and just go to sleep, but I couldn’t get the damn bottle open.  Then when I got it opened I dropped it and the pills went all over the floor.  I tried to pick them up, but I was so damn drunk that when I bent over I passed out.”  She said while crying.

    I was crying now, too.  I grabbed her by the arms and shook her, trying to look into her face.  “You didn’t take any of the pills, did you?”  I asked again, louder.

    She continued.  “No, I didn’t.  I don’t know how long I was laying there.  When I woke up, I thought about throwing myself off of the balcony, but I had lost my nerve by then.  Then you came out…”

    “It’s okay Cherie.”  I took her into my arms again.  “It’s okay.  You’re safe now, and you’re going to stay here with me and we’ll…”

    Suddenly, there was a pounding on her room door.  Cherie and I looked at each other, I wiped my eyes, then more loud pounding.  “Miss Evans.  Open up.” A male voice said.  More pounding.  “Miss Evans.  I have security here with me.  Open the door or we will open it.”

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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.”

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