Dont Leave So Soon Pt 03

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This series is dedicated to Psylent21. Special thanks to him for editing!

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Los Angeles, California

Another day, another awakening to sunlight beaming through a window to lighten up what was previously a dark room. For the second day in a row, Christina Hendricks woke up alone. Her naked body was covered by the dark red blankets. The light made the color appear much brighter in the silky fabric. Sitting up in bed, she could clearly remember the events from last night that led her to wake up in this room. Hunter was gone, much like Toby on the first night. Back-to-back nights had been spent in the company of different men, only to wake up in another man's room to start this day. She shook her head and ran her right hand's fingers through her long orange hair. Hunter had obviously awakened before her, so perhaps he was off in the living room or kitchen of the suite. Climbing out of bed, Christina noticed her blue dress folded up properly on a dresser.

His clothes were gone, but hers sat there beneath a large golden framed mirror. Turning to glance back at the bed, she noticed the teddy bear once lodged on the headboard of the bed was also missing. That was funny to her, as it almost gave her the perception that last night may have been a product of her imagination. That would only be a fantasy if she didn't feel the aching in her buttocks. Hunter had too much fun playing with her back door hole last night. Christina had not had much attention back there in her more recent sexual encounters. It was refreshing to meet a man like Hunter, but it was the other man still on her mind. The more she thought about last night's events, Christina wondered where Toby was. Taking another glance at her silky blue dress, she decided to leave it for now. Once she was ready, Christina planned to take advantage of calling room service and ordering fresh clothes.

Without a care in the world to walk around this suite completely naked, Christina stomped out of the bedroom. She hoped to smell fresh coffee from the kitchen, but upon arriving, Christina was met with quiet seclusion. There was not a trace of Hunter in the suite whatsoever. Much like Toby getting up and leaving her, the man did not so much as leave a note. Christina sighed, noticing the coffee machine was left untouched. What kind of man has the time of his life in the act of fucking and leaves without so much of a goodbye? That question lingered in her thoughts. She stomped out of the kitchen, moving to the living room as her mind began to replay the events of last night. Christina remembered stripping her body of the dress in the living room, so at the bare minimum, Hunter at least folded the dress and moved it.

So much for being a gentleman, she thought to herself. The man could fold her clothes but not leave a note to say goodbye. Stepping through the kitchen, Christina started the coffee machine and grabbed a cup. While brewing a fresh cup, she made her way back into the bedroom. It was a funny feeling to walk around naked like this. After the last two nights, Christina felt a joy from inside that she had long craved. There was something about having the status of a sex symbol back in Hollywood and then using her body for pleasure. Two nights, two different men. She had no shame, having long been a single woman after her divorce. Her giant breasts bounced and swayed freely as she stomped across the bedroom floor. Rather than call room service to deliver some undergarments, Christina decided to head for the shower.

She wanted to at least wash her body in Hunter's home before leaving. That would wash out the rudeness she felt from his silence. Christina almost felt isolated from how she woke up in his bed. The bathroom light had been left on. When she stepped through the doorway, Christina noticed her reflection glaring at her from the oval shaped mirror above the sink. Gold lining covered the mirror, matching a marble top that covered the sink counter with a gold plated faucet and bowl. Gazing back into her own blue eyes, she grinned. The sight of her nude body had made Christina smile. She loved her curvaceous form. Christina was so proud of her massive breasts and every natural curve on her pale body. Glancing down, she noticed a white tooth brush still covered in plastic. That caught her by surprise, but maybe Hunter had his own tooth brush tucked away.

Before getting in the shower, Christina scrubbed her teeth. Like in any other hotel, a tube of tooth paste was supplied in the bathroom. She noticed a silky black robe and white bath towels that looked fresh and unused. Maybe that was the product of five-star class room service, or maybe Hunter was rarely home. There was no need to keep thinking about this man. Soon she would be leaving his suite, and perhaps they would not come face-to-face again. There was always the chance he could come back to the suite and walk in on her. Christina did not even check the time when she first awoke. It did not occur to her that he might be out running errands and would soon return. None of that mattered once she slid the door open to the shower and stepped in. Her shadow was cast across the white tiles on the wall and floor.

When the water sprayed from the hanging faucet, Christina stood with her head raised and eyes shut. She had turned the hot water just far enough for a warm shower without it being too hot. The water soaked her hair, sending streams trickling down her heavy breasts. There was something that made a shower relaxing. Taking a deep breath, Christina stood for several minutes, enjoying the water spray over her body. She turned around so the shower head could soak her back and buttocks. Lost in her thoughts was her career back in Hollywood. Since last night, Christina had begun thinking about her own status of fame. Hunter had recognized her. Would he be the only one among Miracle Light Inn guests? Maybe it was vanity for other actresses, but Christina reveled in the way she could attract men with her name and body. Maybe that was what drew Hunter to her last night.

A tingling sensation was soon felt between her thighs. This feeling could only be ignored for so long before action was needed. Taking a deep breath, she thought about fighting the urge to use her hand. On second thought, Christina chose to give in. Here she was, feeling horny after going through two men. The appetite of lust was something she found blossoming from inside her. She began to sweat while having flashbacks, reliving certain moments of her time with Toby and Hunter. Moving her left arm across her breasts, Christina pressed down. Her nipples hardened, poking into her forearm. The water continued to trickle down her back until she turned around. With her right hand free, Christina slid it down her slick skin, finding her vulva lips. Raising her head, she let out a soft moan while dipping her middle finger beyond the pink folds.

Fog covered the sliding glass door as a mist formed throughout the bathroom. A faint moan was audible from Christina's voice as she shoved her middle finger in deeper. Twisting and thrusting her finger, she bit down on her bottom lip. She moved her left hand to squeeze one of her breasts, fantasizing about Toby's mouth sucking on her nipple. If not his lips, then any man willing to worship her tits. It did not matter; even Hunter knew he was useful. The memories of that first night were flashing through her mind, mixed in with the events of last night. Moaning out, Christina opened her eyes and gazed at the white tile facing her. She had now dipped two fingers into her pussy, and was now rubbing her clit with the palm of her right hand. If only someone was here right now to satisfy her desire.

The water continued to run as the only noise throughout the murky room. With a moan, Christina broke the silence when she pushed her giant breasts up against the glass surface of the sliding door. It left an imprint as she closed her eyes and pushed the palms of her left hand down. Where was that good man when she needed him? There was no better time for Hunter to walk through that door and find her still in his suite. In this position, she was thinking about him. He could be right behind her, pounding that hard cock into her juicy cunt. Christina bit her lower lip. Her right hand fingers were still working in and out of her moist pussy. She would thrust the middle finger, then follow up with her index finger. After this, she thrust both in together, all while whimpering to herself. No one was there to hear her cries.

Her breasts slid down the glass, followed by her left hand fingers trailing down. The sound of the water spraying from the faucet had become a trickling rhythm all the while Christina lost herself in a vortex of lust. Still thrusting her fingers into her pussy, she gritted her teeth. With a third finger shoved inside, Christina felt she could at least simulate the absence of a hard cock. Stepping away from the door, she turned to face the spraying water. She could feel it trickling down her head, spraying from all sides as her hair was slick and completely wet. None of that mattered to her as she thrust finger after finger. Middle, index, then the ring finger. All in that order was what Christina needed to help push her closer to what would be a third day orgasm. She could not help herself. The urge was too much and she needed that release.

She began to cry and pant in pleasure. She closed her eyes and screamed as her legs began to tremble. Christina swallowed her breath and then screamed at the feeling of her inner walls tightening around her fingers. She pulled them out as her climax was finally reached. With a gasp, she opened her eyes and whimpered a cry. This was not the kind of hard orgasm Christina knew she could experience from a man, but it was better than nothing. A lost opportunity for Hunter to come back home and join her. Clouds of steam had formed throughout the bathroom, now invading the bedroom and drenching fog across every glass surface. Christina had lost all track of time without a care in the world about how long she had been in the shower. Her own gluttonous lust was more important than keeping track of the passing minutes.

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8 HOURS LATER

After calling room service to deliver undergarments in her size, Christina was ready to leave Hunter's room. For whatever reason he had left in the morning, she did not care. In her mind, she figured the man would be waiting outside. Maybe he wanted to stroke his own ego by seeing her leave his room in the same blue dress she had stripped off last night. She was not giving him that satisfaction. No one was outside when she ventured up the staircase and back to the fourth floor. Once back alone in her room, Christina's mind began to wander. The temptation was there to leave and explore the hotel for another day when she remembered the contract to her deed of the suite. Two days in, so far she was impressed with what the hotel had to offer, but it was not enough to sign her name on the line.

Back in her room, Christina changed into something more casual for the day. A simple pair of denim jeans and a black blouse sufficed. Her long red hair was pinned up in a ponytail before she left her room again. Would she bump into Hunter again today? That was a question she considered, but it was not among her most precious thoughts of the day. Toby was more of her type. Where could that young man be on this fine afternoon? By the time Christina left Hunter's apartment, a few minutes had passed from 11 AM. She was surprised that she had awakened before noon with the hard fucking they had last night. This gave her more time to wander around the hotel and see what else the Miracle Light Inn had to offer for residents' entertainment. The music lounge was not her choice of destination for tonight.

Apart from the men she had encountered, Christina felt she had made a friend yesterday back at the boutique clothes shop. Miss. Joan appeared to be open for business again today. Rather than waste the older woman's time today, Christina walked on by. Later on, she planned to thank her for the work done on her custom dress, but not today. She did not have her purse with her anyway, so she did not write a check. While walking through the halls of the main floor, her mind wandered back to those long, dim-lit corridors she walked through yesterday. There was an itch in the back of her mind to journey all the way back to that locked staircase. She could not stop thinking about where that master staircase led to. Why keep it behind a locked steel door? There was also the thought of a dead end hallway, but there was no need to trace her foot steps back today.

Instead of taking the same routes, Christina stumbled across a lovely sight for entertainment. The hotel had its own private theater, behind a fancy black door with gold lining. A sign stood to the left, stating that the theater only showcased classic films from the 'golden age of Hollywood' era. Black and white movies from an era long gone. Smiling to herself, Christina checked the time. It seemed that only one film was put on per week, judging by the bold black print on the poster. Directly beneath that sign was a large vintage poster for tonight's showing. Christina grinned when she noticed the face in a 1940s style oil painting. Rita Hayworth's long orange hair was wavy as she was smiling back in a silky black dress fitted with elbow-length matching gloves. Her name was printed in blue letters. The film title of 'Gilda' stood out in gold coloring.

Many years ago, Christina found a fun hobby in indulging herself in classic films. It was a past time she shared with her husband before their divorce. In some ways, she likened herself to Hayworth's image. A glamourous bombshell who ruled the big screen in her era. The film started at 7 PM, leaving Christina with more than enough time to go back to her room and order dinner from room service. Her decision for the night was made. After a fine meal, Christina planned on changing into another elegant dress. The poster of Rita Hayworth only made her want to strike another look to attract the attention of strangers. Tonight was going to be another black dress night, Christina thought to herself. Before she had called for dinner, she was already back in the bedroom. Gazing back at her reflection across the mirror, the time had come to strip her voluptuous body early.

She decided to wear the same black dress from her first night at the Miracle Light Inn. The garments had been freshly washed, all courtesy of superb room service. Christina was still thinking about the moment she pulled the front zipper of the corset up. Her giant F cup breasts looked as if they were about to pop out. Thinking about Rita Hayworth, she wanted to leave an impression on any men who may see her passing by on this short trip. What was it like for Rita? A woman who had elevated herself to the level of a goddess. Christina knew the place Gilda had in history as an important film, but it was all from Rita's image. She would forever be known for that iconic black dress and pinups that men decorated their walls with. That image mattered more than any awards that could be racked up to collect dust on a shelf. Rita had the legacy of a goddess from the big screen.

The theater was dark, dimly lit to hide the color of the walls. Christina noticed it was completely empty when she entered. A row of five seats sat in front, stretching back to create four total rows. It was small, hardly the size of a true auditorium, but it was of no concern to Christina. A standard drink fountain machine was to her right, offering Coca-Cola products complete with plastic cups, straws, napkins, and an ice machine. To her eye, it was the most cheap looking piece of equipment in the hotel. A door led to a private bathroom next to the concession stand. Up above, she could see the lights on in a booth with a vintage projector reel. A shadow moved from that lit window, telling Christina that someone was up there. The movie would be starting soon, and she was left alone as the sole member to make up an audience.

From the third row, she took the center seat. Sinking her buttocks down into the red seat. In her left hand, Christina grasped a small drink she had made. The lights remained dim as the film began. The clicking noise of the projector was soon drowned out by the sound of orchestrated music for the film's introduction credits. A radiating light was shining from the projector lens, visible from high up. Christina paid it no attention as she raised the straw to her lips and took a sip. What a delightful evening to have the theater all to herself. Christina could not help but think to herself. Here she was all alone with a screen to fit a movie larger than back in her suite room. She crossed her legs, dangling her right foot high heel while brushing her hand through a few locks of her long orange hair. If only she had considered fixing up her hair in the vintage wave style Rita Hayworth had in this film.

"She had what it took to say it, but I know it scared her. I knew it would haunt her. Anyone as superstitious as Gilda, out loud, asking for disaster."

The strong voice of Glenn Ford narrated the film. On screen, he played the stereotypical tough guy of the time. Something about his appearance made Christina think about Toby in some ways. Ford was a man chasing after Hayworth's character. Where was a man like that to chase after her? Christina thought to herself. As the movie continued and she sat alone, the entry door quietly opened. A veil of light shined into the theater as the door opened fully. Two figures in the shape of tall men stepped in before the door shut. Christina heard a faint voice and some mumbling chatter between what seemed to be two men. As she turned to look, the flash of white teeth was in her direction from one. Walking side-by-side, it was two men with muscular builds. Their heads both had short brown hair. Clean shaved faces, only with the difference of their outfits.

One man had on a simple blue T-shirt. The other was wearing a button-up white shirt, both complete with pinstriped slacks and black shoes. Christina did not pay them much attention at first. She kept her focus on the film playing, though she found it odd that two people would arrive so late. A short laugh among the men caught her attention, as they did not seem to have a care in the world about their voices rising over the movie. From the corner of her left eye, Christina noticed one of the men was leering in her direction. Still ignoring them, she soon had no choice but to accept their presence when they began to walk across the row of chairs where she was seated. One man stepped in front of her, taking the seat from her right hand side. The other sat down directly next to her left arm. Although neither man was carrying anything, Christina could feel their gazes scanning over her body.

"Wow, it really is her, man."

The comment made the other man laugh. Christina glanced to her left side, seeing a smirking face of a man who appeared to be in his thirties. She gave him an almost dirty look before speaking up.

"I beg your pardon, dear?"

His smile only widened before he replied.

"Miss. Hendricks! Do you mind if I call you Christina? I'm Phil, and this is Bobby."

He pointed across from her with his right hand. For a moment, she glanced to the right at the other man. He was grinning, almost with a star-struck look.

"How do you do, Miss. Hendricks?"

Bobby's voice had a slight twang, almost a southern accent compared to Phil's, who sounded as if he were a California native. Sitting back in her chair, Christina quietly thought to herself. She was not expecting someone to approach her like this in the hotel, instantly knowing her identity, let alone two men. Sipping on her straw, she waited before responding to Phil.