Mini Getaways

Guests. No hotel can operate without them and I'm glad to say that I get my share. Mine (despite all being attractive women) are wildly diverse and come to me in a variety of different ways. Some are referred by previous guests, some are brought along by regulars, while others I've met elsewhere (regulars' homes, birthday parties, bachelorette parties, etc etc). But never in 18 months of hotel ownership have I encountered a guest in the way I'm about to describe. It was a regular guest of mine, Alicia- a gorgeous executive at Apple TV, who came up with the idea, pitching it to me in bed during one of her frequent visits.

"Well, that was...amazing as always," she said as she curled up beside me, resting an arm on my chest. She was panting heavily, starting to recover from her latest climax.

"Glad I could be of service," I said with a smirk, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

"You are

always

of service," said Alicia, moving her hand to the back of my head as she pulled me in for a kiss. "Oh! I almost forgot!" she said as she pushed me back, suddenly sounding excited. "I need your help with something."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, intrigued. "What do you need?"

"Well, there's this friend of mine..."

"Uh huh," I said. Anyone I'd know?"

"I'm not sure. She's an actress, so yeah, maybe."

"Mmhmm. And does she have a name?"

"Lauren. Lauren Ambrose."

"OK. Redhead, right?

Servant

.

Sex Feet Under.

"

"That's her. You a fan?"

A grin pulled at the sides of my lips. "You could say that. So how can I help?"

"Well, she's been complaining to me about her sex life for months now."

"That so?"

"Mmhmm. Apparently sex with her husband has lost that spark and she's been feeling very unfulfilled."

"I hear that a lot," I said with a chuckle. "Well, give her my number. I'm sure I can help her with that."

"Oh, I

know

you can," Alicia returned. "That's the problem though, she doesn't wanna cheat on him."

"Right, well I'm not a sex therapist. So unless you can convince her to give me a call then there's not really much I can do."

A broad grin stretched across her face and she looked at me wickedly with a twinkle in her eyes. "Maybe there is."

I looked back quizzically and hoisted a brow. "Go on."

"OK, so, hear me out. What if you were to...pick her up somewhere?"

"Erm...OK. Pick her up where exactly?"

"I dunno, a bar? That's the usual place, isn't it?"

"And does she make a habit of frequenting bars on her own?"

"No, but I can take care of that. I'll arrange to meet her for a glass of wine, tell you where she's gonna be, then I text her at the last minute and tell her I'm not gonna make it."

"And I come swooping in?"

"Bingo."

"And you think this will work? Even though you've been inviting her here for months now and she keeps saying no?"

She nodded. "Think about it. Bringing her here so you can fuck her brains out? If she doesn't wanna cheat on her husband then she's never gonna go for that.

But

...a young, hot guy starts hitting on her in a bar, that's a totally different story."

"It is?"

"Uh huh. You sweet talk her a little, buy her a few drinks, nature takes its course."

"OK, well if you think it will work..."

"I do. So tell me when you're free and we'll work something out."

I went to the lounge to fetch my planner and we landed on a date. Alicia went home the following day and I continued my schedule as normal. I received a text on Friday morning, telling me where to be and what time to be there. I spent the day doing my usual prep- eating, working out, making sure the place was neat and tidy- then went to take a shower as the evening approached. This was my first time meeting a woman where sex wasn't basically a foregone conclusion, so I needed to be looking my best. I picked out some clothes- suit pants and dress shirt- shaved, moisturised and styled my hair, spraying on my favourite cologne.

I grabbed my keys and wallet, locked up the house and hopped in my car, driving to the bar where I was 'meeting' Lauren. I'd been there a few times before so there was no need for GPS and I got to the place in under an hour. I pulled up to the curb outside the bar and climbed out of the vehicle, nodding at the doorman as I passed through the entrance. The bar was pretty busy, being Friday and all, but I spotted Lauren almost immediately. She was sitting by herself in a two-seater booth looking down at her phone, a half-drank martini on the table in front of her.

She looked incredible in the white blouse, black pants and waistcoat she was wearing, and I was suddenly hit by a pang of anxiety. I hadn't hit on a woman in a bar in a long,

long

time and I was worried that I'd be a little rusty. I ordered myself a bourbon and took a seat at the bar, making sure I was in her eyeline. I noticed a few women were checking me out and under normal circumstances I would have gone straight over, but not tonight. I was here for one woman and one woman only.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it plucked it free, seeing that Alicia had sent me a text.

Alicia: Are you there yet?

Me: Yep.

Alicia: And she's there right? I didn't cancel too early?

Me: She's here.

Alicia: But you haven't gone over yet?

Me: Not yet. Playing it cool.

Alicia: Well don't play it too cool. We don't want her leaving, do we?

Me: Don't worry, I've got this. Just leave it to me.

Alicia: OK, good luck.

I put my phone down and glanced at Lauren. She'd put hers down too and was looking around the bar when our eyes met briefly and she flashed me a little grin, nothing flirtatious, just an innocent, friendly smile. I shot one back at her, making sure mine was a little more amorous, not overtly so, just enough to let her know I was interested. She smiled back in a similar fashion then lowered her head, blushing a little as she picked up her phone. She was flattered, I could tell. Time to make my move. I picked up my phone, punching out a text as I sipped my drink.

Me: OK, here goes.

Alicia: Go get her, tiger [wink emoji]

I got up from the barstool and pocketed my phone, grabbing my drink as I crossed the bar. Lauren looked up as I approached her table, a friendly but slightly nervous-looking smile forming on her glossy pink lips.

"Hi," I said as I smiled back, hiding some nerves of my own.

"Hi there."

"Sorry to bother you, but I hate to see such a beautiful woman sitting by herself. Mind if I join you?" There, not too bad, right? Kinda cliched, but like I said, I'm a little rusty.

Lauren blushed again, more this time, then lifted her hand up, showing me the diamond on her left ring finger. "That's sweet, but I'm married. Sorry."

"Hey, don't apologise," I said, raising my hands defensively. "I'm just looking for someone to talk to. Your marital status is neither here nor there."

I noted some scepticism in the look she gave me next, but she relented all the same, gesturing to the chair on my side of the table. "Well it doesn't look like my friend is gonna show, so sure, be my guest."

"Thank you," I said, pulling the chair back and taking a seat. "I'm Tyler, by the way."

"Lauren," she replied, shaking my hand as I reached across the table.

"A pleasure." I didn't want to seem like some bozo trying to bang a celebrity, so I pretended not to recognise her, figuring she was just the right level of fame where that would be believable. "And what do you do, Lauren?"

"I'm an actress actually," she said with a chuckle, not seeming offended that I didn't know who she was.

"You know, I thought I recognised you. Remind me what you've been in."

"Hmm, let's see...

Servant. Yellowjackets.

And

Six Feet Under

, back when I was young and pretty," she said with a grin, knocking red hair back over her shoulder.

"Well, you're still pretty, don't worry about that."

"Thank you," she said, her cheeks getting redder to match her hair. "And how about you? What do you do?"

"Massage therapist," I bullshitted quickly. I've portrayed one so many times in roleplay fantasies that I almost feel like I am one anyway.

"Ooh, interesting!" said Lauren. She placed her elbows on the table and shifted in a little, expecting some juicy goss. "Any famous clients?"

"A few," I replied, hiding my smirk as best I could.

"Care to name names? Or is that against your code of ethics?"

"'Friad so," I said, still grinning a little as I sipped my drink.

Lauren huffed and sat back in her chair, draining her martini. "Well, that's no fun."

"Sorry. If I filled your glass back up would that make it up to you?"

"It would be a start," she said, and slid it across the table. "Vodka martini."

"Shaken not stirred?"

"Uh huh." She made her hand into the shape of a gun and put it to her lips, blowing the invisible muzzle. Really friggin' cute.

I went to the bar and ordered our drinks, looking back at Lauren as the barman prepared them. She smiled back at me, gently biting her lip as she eyed me from across the room. Things were going well. I plucked my phone from my pocket and opened a text from Alicia.

Alicia: Please tell me she's still there.

Me: Yep. Plying her with alcohol as we speak [wink emoji]

Alicia: That's my boy. Show her a good time, won't you?

Me: Oh, you know I will.

I took our drinks back to the table, and Lauren and I picked up from where we'd left off. We got on very well with each other and the conversation flowed nice and smoothly, growing increasingly more flirtatious with every passing minute. Lauren got us another round then I got one more for good measure. I switched to coke after the second one as I had to drive back home but Lauren stuck with the martinis. By this point she was getting giggly and even reached across the table to touch me a few times when I said something funny or that made her blush. Lauren drained her fourth martini and plucked the cocktail stick from her empty glass, popping the olive in between her teeth.

"Another?" I asked, sinking the last of my coke.

"Thank you, but I should get going," she said as she grabbed her handbag. "Before my husband sends out a search party."

"Not going home already, are you?" I countered, protesting as I checked my watch. "The night's still young."

"For you, maybe," Lauren replied. "I'm normally tucked up in bed by now."

"Bed at ten, huh? Your husband's a lucky guy."

"Pfft! Fat chance of that. He'll be snoring on the couch by the time I get in."

"Well, you know what that means. No search party."

Lauren tipped her head back, laughing loud enough for the entire bar to hear. "OK, you got me there, smart guy. So I guess it's my round then, huh?"

"Mmhmm. Unless you wanna go anywhere else?"

Lauren smirked and raised her eyebrow. "You're trying to tempt me, aren't you?"

"Yep. How am I doing?"

She laughed again and smiled coyly. "Well," she said. "You're doing well."

"Glad to hear it," I said with a grin. "Well, I'd say 'your place or mine' but I think we already know the answer to that."

"Persistent, aren't you?"

"It's one of my best qualities."

"I'm sure," Lauren giggled. "But what about my husband?"

I shrugged. "Well, I'd hate to disrupt his sofa sleep, but I guess he can come if you want him to."

"Cute," said Lauren. "I mean what am I gonna tell him?"

"Tell him the truth. Your friend has asked you 'round for a night cap."

"Oh, so you're my friend now, are you?"

"I mean...we can be more if you like."

"Smooth." Lauren grinned and shouldered her handbag. "OK, let's get outta here. Before I change my mind."

We got up from the table and I followed her towards the exit and out onto the street. I led her to my car and opened the door, ushering her inside.

"Madame."

"Merci," said Lauren as she climbed inside.

She settled into the passenger's seat and I closed the door behind her. I opened the door to the driver's side and Lauren turned to face me as I entered the vehicle. She put a hand to my cheek and leaned in to kiss me, pressing her lips up against my own. The kiss was brief but filled with passion, a taste of things to come. I closed the door and put on my seatbelt, turning the key in the ignition.

Lauren reached down and touched my thigh. "Don't live far from here, do you?" she asked, a greedy look etched across her face.

"Erm...I kinda do, actually."

"Bummer," she said with a frown. "I'm gonna have to keep myself occupied then, if you don't mind. I'm kinda impatient."

"Fine by me."

"Good," said Lauren and as I pulled out of the parking space and drove down the dimly lit street, she slid her hand up my muscular thigh, moving it gently towards the lump in my crotch. Her eyes bulged as she touched my cock, still half hard underneath my pants.

"Oh. OK. You didn't mention that."

I laughed and turned to face her, keeping an eye on the road. "Well, what was I supposed to say? 'Hi, I'm Tyler and I've got a big cock'?"

"That would have been nice. Could have saved us both some time."

"Oh, and there was me thinking you were enjoying my company."

"I was, but...I'm gonna enjoy this more." She reached for my zipper, taking the pull tab in between her finger and thumb. "May I?"

"Go right ahead."

Lauren grinned and lowered my zipper, slowly reaching inside my pants.

"Oh my God," she gasped, whispering softly as she gripped my cock, stroking it through my boxers. "Fuck, you're so big."

She slid her hand inside my undies and curled her fingers around the width of my shaft. My cock grew stiffer as she stroked it lightly then pulled it out through the hole in my boxers.

"Oooh, wow!" she cooed, her eyes growing wider as she freed my cock.

The roads were busy in downtown LA and I was very thankful that my car had tinted windows as I sat there exposed, Lauren's soft hand gripped firmly around the base of my shaft. Lauren leaned over the centre console, spitting a glob of spittle onto the tip of my penis. Winding her fingers around the ridge of my crown, she smeared the spit around my swollen helmet, using it as lube as her hand moved lower, working it back and forth along the first few inches. She started slowly, getting a feel for my cock as she stroked it smoothly, getting it nice and stiff.

Once it was hard, she jerked it faster, working her hand from bellend to base. Every pass was perfectly pressured, her dainty hand roaming up and down my shaft at optimum velocity. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, watching the road as best I could as the woman beside me almost jerked me into a coma.

Somehow, I made it through the backstreets without ramming into the back of a limo, and now had to deal with the increased speeds of the I-210. It was then that Lauren chose to take things further, which if I'm perfectly honest with you, didn't make things any easier. Undoing her seatbelt, she planted her knees on the passenger's seat as she leaned right over the centre console, dipping her head down into my lap. I'm not one to generalise, but having had similar experiences with both Christina Hendricks and Jessica Chastain, I can confidently conclude that redheaded women like giving head in cars.

She wrapped her lips around the ridge of my crown and lapped at my open slit, cleaning up the precum that was already forming there. Lauren gripped onto the edge of my seat as her head started bobbing, guiding her lips along the length of my shaft. Her mouth began to water as she pushed down deeper, lips pursed tightly as she slurped and sucked, basting my cock in saliva. Lauren's lips pulled back to the tip and she sucked at the head a few times before she went back down again, plunging straight down to the base.

"Uhh, fuck!" I groaned, feeling my tip touch the back of her throat.

Lauren started moaning as she sucked my cock and at first I wasn't sure why. I glanced down quickly as she bobbed her head, noting that one of her hands had come free from my seat and had vanished somewhere underneath her torso. I couldn't see where exactly but, well...I had a pretty good idea.

My cock started throbbing as her lips moved faster, precum oozing from the tip of my prick. I could feel my body start tensing all over, my knuckles turning white as I clung to the steering wheel, gripping it so hard I nearly yanked it straight out of its socket. Her lips sunk down to the base once more, and this time she kept them there as her cheeks hollowed inward, forming a seal around the length of my shaft. It was at this point that I lost control, desperately begging her to stop before I plowed us into a passing vehicle.

"Oh, fuck! Stop, stop, stop! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

Lauren's lips pulled up to the tip and I felt my heart rate start returning to normal as she plucked my cock from between her lips. Her hand slid out from inside her pants and I could feel the wetness on the tips of her fingers as she wrapped them around my shaft. I glanced to my right and Lauren smirked as she gripped my cock, gently stroking from bottom to top.

"Gonna cum, huh?" she asked mischievously, her grin growing wider as she jerked me faster, seeing how much I could handle.

"Yes," I said, "so if you could refrain from touching my cock, that would be much appreciated."

Lauren laughed. "Aww, what's the matter? Worried you won't be able to get it back up again?"

"I'm more concerned about ramming us into a jersey barrier, if I'm honest with you."

She laughed then uncurled her fingers from around my shaft, slumping back into her seat. "Fine, have it your way. We must be nearly back at your place now anyway, right?"

That was a good question. I'd been so preoccupied with keeping my car in one piece, that frankly the course of our journey had been the last thing on my mind. I looked out the window to try and work out where we were, spotting a sign for the town I live in. We had fifteen miles to go.

"Erm...kind of."

"Hmm, I don't like the sound of that. Might have to entertain myself a little then, if that's OK with you?"

I realised then that my cock was still out and it wasn't until I'd stuffed it back into my pants that I saw Lauren move in my peripheral vision. Glancing to my right, I watched as she unfastened the clasp on her pants, then slowly unzipped her fly. I looked up quickly as she reached into her pants, a gentle 'mmm' sound spilling from her lips as her eyes clamped shut. I turned back to the road and tried to keep my focus on it, finding it increasingly difficult as the moans beside me got louder and louder.

I gave into temptation embarrassingly quickly, looking back at Lauren after barely a couple of minutes. This time I looked downwards, noting that her hand had slid into her panties. Looking up, her expression hadn't changed much from the last time I saw it. Her eyes were still shut and her lips were parted slightly as her moans continued, steadily increasing in volume and pitch.

"You having fun there?" I asked, knowing that I shouldn't be encouraging such behaviour, but finding it difficult not to.

"Mmm," she said as she opened her eyes. "It would be better if you did it."

"OK, and how do you propose I do that?" I asked, gesturing to my hands that were clamped on the steering wheel.

Lauren leaned forward a little and peered through the windshield. "Road looks pretty straight. You don't need both hands for that."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one behind the wheel."

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a pussy," she said with a grin. "I can work the gearshift if you need me to."

"Well you've proven that already."

Lauren laughed then looked at me sweetly with those puppy dog eyes. "Come ooonnn. Please? You're not gonna leave a girl hanging, are you?"

That look was hard to say 'no' to. Honestly, she probably could've told me to jump out of the moving vehicle and I would have done it. Acting in defiance of all my better judgement, I released my right hand from its grip on the steering wheel and reached across the centre console.