Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the White Lotus Hotel from the HBO series. All characters contained herein are used for their likeness but are in no way reflections of actual actions of the real life people they are based on. All characters are 18+ and all situations are consensual.
Story background: Black Lotus is a hotel in Jamaica where tourists from around the world visit for the beautiful vistas, climate, beaches, and black cocks. We hope you enjoy your stay here at The Black Lotus.
Chapter 1:
The plane landed on time in Montego Bay, Jamaica on time. Alexandra and Sydney had caught a red-eye flight in order to give them an extra day at the resort.
"No one matter how many times I fly, I am relieved to find my suitcase still there," Alexandra said as she retrieved her bag from the baggage carousel. It was muddy aqua, and hard to miss. She sighed contentedly.
"I know what you mean," replied Sydney, grabbing hers. "That shit would ruin my vacation."
Alexandra laughed. "Well, maybe not this one," she said with a wink and a nudge.
"Nothing could ruin this one," said Sydney with a smirk.
The pair made their way to the bus and taxi pick-up area outside the airport. It was 10:13 a.m. and the airport was a hive of activity. The heat was the first thing they noticed, and which a quick glance at their phones showed a balmy ninety-seven degrees Fahrenheit.
Dozens of taxis and buses lined the street. JCAL and Juta taxis, as well as various destination buses, were marshalling up outside for eager tourists. Most of these were white or grey with a stripe or patch of color. They were distinctly different than the one they were waiting for.
Sydney saw the bus first. It was a small bus, black on black in color. Other than white lettering on the side, it was dark as the night. It shimmered in the sunlight with its glossy finish, and stood out markedly in dark contrast to the fleet of other vehicles.
*The Black Lotus *
"That's us!" screeched Sydney, interrupting Alexandra from looking down at her phone and perusing social media. "Come on!"
Sydney grabbed her arm with her free and the two of them went running towards the bus, full of wonder and excitement of what was to come.
The bus driver, a portly short black man with a cheerful face, greeted them as they clambered up. They muscled their suitcases into the packed cargo hold. They were shocked to the bus entirely devoid of people.
Alexandra and Sydney settled on a spot in the back row. After some time of waiting for any additional passengers, the distinctive sound of hydraulics closing the bus door was heard, and they were on their way.
The route to the hotel was extraordinary. Traveling along the Jamaica coast, they passed by beautiful beaches, four-star resorts, and the Blue Mountains. The girls excitedly pointed at every novel sight they saw, relishing in their circumstances and elation.
Alexandra laid her head on Sydney's shoulder. She sighed in contentment. "It will be so nice to visit one of these hotels again without my fucking absolute loser of a ex-husband. You have no idea."
"I remember that creeper flirting with us when you two were on your honeymoon. Remember that?" Sydney replied.
Alexandra let out a sigh of disgust. "Yes! I was like, 'What the fuck!' I just couldn't believe it. God, he was so gross."
Sydney reached around and massaged her shoulder softly. "Well he's gone now, and we're about to have the best vacation of our lives to forget him." She gave Alexandra a pixy smile.
"I hope you know how much your friendship means to me, Sydney. After the divorce, you were there for me. I hope I can repay that someday," Alexandra said passionately.
Sydney giggled. "Bitch, it's nothing, and yes, you tell me everyday!"
"I just need you to know." She sounded dead serious.
Alexandra's steely blue eyes were piercing. Sydney couldn't stop staring. They were drawing her in, and she was powerless to resist. Almost involuntarily, she felt herself moving forward, driven by desire and unacknowledged lust. Their lips met and then locked in a passionate kiss. Sydney was pleasantly surprised to feel Alexandra meet her energy and soon felt her tongue enter her mouth, their tongues dancing.
Sydney felt a finger softly circling around her panties. Delicately, deliberately, slowly. She moaned softly, fully cognizant of the driver up front. They reasonably obscured by the seats in front of them, but sound could carry.
Alexandra slipped the finger in. Slowly at first but gradually quickening the pace. "You're already so wet," she whispered. "I bet you've had black cock on your mind since we got on the plane." Her finger quickened relentlessly.
Sydney threw her head in the headrest. She closed her eyes as she took it. Her hands gripped the seat vigorously as she sat on the edge of orgasm.
"Should we get two tonight or share one?" continued Alexandra.
"Tw-tw-two," gasped Sydney. She was about to cum. Her breathing was labored and heavy.
"Two? Greedy little bitch, aren't we. Two it is."
Sydney came and her body began to convulse as if being exorcised. Alexandra responded by kissing and biting her neck as she finished, not letting up with her finger as she did so.
The bus driver looked up in his passenger-view mirror and smiled to himself. It was common to see white women on their way to The Black Lotus to be hormonal and in an aroused state. This usually led to occurrences like this happening. He chuckled and kept driving.
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The hotel was as beautiful as advertised. It was clear that no expense was spared in creating the estate, from the architecture to the landscape and staff.
The driver dropped them off at the front gate to the hotel. They grabbed their luggage from the cargo hold and disembarked, thanking the kind bus driver on their way out.
The hotel lobby was just as ornate and exquisite as the exterior of the building. Expensive lounge couches and coffee tables lay neatly around the expansive lobby. The floor was dark blue polished marble, and expensive chandeliers hung from the high ceiling.
"Good morning! Will you two be checking in?" the beautiful black woman asked. Her name tag read 'Megan' and she seemed exceptionally fit. She was presumably the concierge.
"Yes, we have a reservation. Daddario and Sweeney," replied Alexandra. They put their purses on the counter, retrieved their IDs, and handed them to the concierge.
Megan typed and looked at a couple of monitors behind the desk. "Yes...I have you in...the Palm Suite," she said as she looked at them, smiling. She waved over a female bellhop nearby. "Zoe! Please come and escort our guests to the Pineapple Suite, will you, dear?"
