Natalie saw the sign for Kimberly Inn and knew it was time to get off the road. It was still early and Bariston was only forty minutes away, but Natalie was exhausted, hungry, and feeling grimy. She got off the freeway and pulled into the parking lot, grateful to have found this place.
Kimberly Inn was attractive, looking like an upscale home, but friendly and inviting. It would strain her credit card, but she simply could not drive any further today. Natalie entered the reception area, finding a comfortable, very feminine parlor. Unlike the formal, bar-looking counter at most hotels, the inn had a small, informal breakfast table with a stack of folders on it.
An older, well-dressed woman sat behind the table. She looked up at Natalie's entrance and gave her a welcoming smile. "Good afternoon," she said. "I'm Kimberly. I am so very happy to have you here."
Surprised at the enthusiasm, Natalie smiled in response. "Thank you. I am very happy to be here. Please tell me you have a restaurant."
"Have you never been here before?"
"No, but I've heard wonderful things about it." That was a lie, but Natalie believed in flattery. It gained advantages.
"From whom, may I ask?"
"My brother," Natalie answered, amused at the surprise on Kimberly's face.
"Your brother recommended my place to you?" There was skepticism and suspicion in her voice.
Trying to deflect that odd reaction, Natalie tried to blur the lines a bit. "He didn't make the recommendation to me. I overheard him speaking on the phone."
"Ah, yes." Kimberly's smile reappeared. "We rely on word of mouth advertising. I'm sure you can understand that it makes recruitment difficult, however."
"Of course," Natalie agreed, completely bewildered, but doggedly determined to brazen this out. Changing the subject, she asked, "Do you happen to have a dining area? I'm completely starving."
"Why don't we get you a room and I'll have something sent up to you. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful. I need a hot shower, a meal, then I am getting in bed and not getting out until morning. Late morning."
"I like your attitude," Kimberly told her. "You'll be in Room 4, top of the stairs and all the way to the back of the hall. What would you like for dinner?"
"Maybe a burger? Medium well?"
"I'll have it right up." Kimberly handed her a key and pointed to the stairs. "Maybe twenty-five minutes. You can have your shower and be ready to eat
Gratefully, Natalie grabbed her small suitcase and headed up the steps. She was scrubbing in the shower, using the provided bodywash, when she realized that she hadn't paid for the room yet. Resolving to take care of it later, she savored the sweet, girly scent of the wash. It smelled expensive and luxurious, the kind of thing she usually decided was too big of a splurge.
She came out of the shower to find that her meal was already laid out in the room. Eating, she looked around, impressed at the lodgings. She wasn't in a hotel room, but a nice, spacious bedroom, decorated in a friendly, feminine fashion. Natalie wondered if there were masculine-themed rooms for the male guests.
A light tap on the door got her attention. She answered, and found a woman in a sexy maid's costume standing there. "May I take your tray?" she asked.
Natalie handed it out and was puzzled when a small plastic bag was handed to her in return. Opening it, she found a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash in traveler's sizes. Not sure whether she should appreciate the thoughtfulness or be offended at the suggestion that her breath stank, Natalie took the hint and brushed her teeth.
Then it was time for bed. She was delighted to discover real linen sheets on the bed as she turned down the covers. Linen feels amazing on bare skin, she knew. She stripped out of her clothes and decided she would sleep nude this night. Natalie crawled into bed and turned off the bedside lamp. Moments later, she was asleep.
But it seemed like only minutes later that she was awakened. The door had just opened and closed. She froze in fear. Who was in her room? Somebody was moving toward the bed.
"Who are you?" she asked. "This room is occupied."
"I'm David. I already paid. Kimberly gave me the key."
"Not to this room. This one is mine."
Natalie sat up, reached over, and turned on the light. David was a man in his forties, not handsome, but not ugly either. He had removed his shirt and pants and was standing there in just his boxers, an obvious boner tenting the fabric. He looked at Natalie's chest and exhaled loudly. "Well worth the price," he said.
Natalie suddenly remembered she had gone to sleep nude and her blankets had fallen to her waist when she sat up. She rolled her eyes in self-recrimination, yanking the sheet up to cover herself.
"Now that you've seen the show," she said, "You can go and find your own room."
"This is the room she told me to come to. I paid $500."
"Five hundred! Fuck! I can't afford to stay here. Damnit! Get out so I can get dressed."
David looked confused. "I don't think you have to pay. Why would you? You get part of the five hundred, don't you?"
"Um, what?"
"This is the Kimberly Inn. Guys come here, pay for an hour in a room with a willing female. I assumed you got part of the money. Am I supposed to tip first? It's never been a problem before."
Everything finally clicked together. Natalie knew why she hadn't had to pay for her room, why Kimberly had been so delighted to have her as a guest, and why she'd been provided with such luxurious bath products and a toothbrush and toothpaste after her meal. She wasn't actually a guest of the Inn. She was the product being offered.
It was almost funny. She had checked into a brothel. No wonder Kimberly had been so bewildered by the idea that her brother had recommended the Inn to her. What brother tells his sister to go prostitute herself?
She almost felt sorry for David. He obviously had good reason to expect to get laid here. It wasn't his fault there had been a misunderstanding. Natalie had no real objection to prostitution. She hadn't thought much about it. But if lonely guys like David had an outlet, maybe it was a good thing.
Natalie was about to order him to get out, when it suddenly occurred to her that her new job didn't start for three days. Her new apartment was paid up for the next six months, but she had no money to pay for gas and food until her first paycheck. If the girl got part of that $500, Natalie could really use the money.
With a mental shrug, she let the sheet fall and pulled back the blanket on the other side of the bed in invitation. "I'm new here," she told him in explanation of her confusion. "Get in."
An excited grin came over his face. He peeled off the boxers, revealing a nice-looking erection. Not too big, not too small. Natalie hadn't been with a lot of guys, and she had never been particular about size, but a huge dick took more effort to get in and a tiny dick kept slipping out. It wasn't a real problem, but it did make the encounter take longer. The faster this guy was in and out, the better. So, his medium-sized dick was Goldilocks-perfect.
David sat down on the bed and slipped under the blankets. Playing her part, Natalie reached out for him, rolling up close. She had seen movies with prostitutes, so she knew what to say. "What do you want to do to me?"
"Can I get half-and-half?"
"Um, I think so." She wasn't absolutely sure what that was. "Which half do you want first?"
