Welcome to Prestige Suites. This global collection of luxury hotels is your passport to indulgence and seduction. For decades, adventurous couples, discerning business travelers, and seductive singles have all called Prestige Suites home. Now you're invited to come inside.
Breathtaking waterfront views and scenic vistas; invigorating outdoor excursions with our experienced staff; steamy water spas where you can relax every muscle. These are just some of the amenities you'll find at our properties around the world. And in the evenings, our award-winning restaurants, bars and lounges are the perfect place to end your day or start your night. Leave your inhibitions at home; we've taken care of everything.
Join us now for our first Prestige Suites erotic short story: Prestige Suites City Center. In the heart of a bustling downtown business district, you'll enjoy an urban oasis that caters to your every need. In the evening, the hotel's restaurants and signature lounge - Reflections - welcome you to connect with colleagues or meet a new friend. We hope you enjoy your visit to Prestige Suites City Center.
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Jane Meadows spun a small white rectangle of card stock between her fingers. She paused to examine the fine print. "Welcome to Prestige Suites City Center. We hope you enjoy your first stay with us. Redeem this voucher for one free glass of wine or beer at our lobby bar, Reflections."
Jane scanned the attractive room as she looked for a waiter and admired the lounge's theme. The walls were adorned with an eclectic yet stylish collection of framed mirrors. Reflective glass ran the full length behind the bar.
Jane's feet dangled nine inches off the floor as she sat alone at a hightop table for two. Despite the inviting ambiance, Reflections was not where this weary young woman wanted to spend her Friday evening.
Five nights earlier, a proudly optimistic Jane arrived in the city for her first business trip. She was three months into a new job with the leading consulting firm of Wilson + Partners. As part of a newly formed four-person project team, she and her co-workers would spend the next several months on-site with their clients. That meant Sunday nights to Friday evenings away from home. But Jane knew travel was part of the job and she was excited to embrace her new role.
The first week on the road was more demanding than she anticipated. All day at their clients' office followed by regroups with her team that continued late into the evening. Hopes of visiting acclaimed local restaurants were replaced with the reality of nightly room service. When she asked a co-worker if there would be time to explore the city, he laughed and said "Only if you come back here on vacation."
The anticipated Friday departure was especially demoralizing. Bad weather forced the team to rearrange their travel plans. Her three co-workers leveraged their airline status and departed that afternoon. Without similar standing, Jane was stuck in town until Saturday morning. When she texted her boyfriend to let him know that she no longer needed an evening airport pick-up, his response of "Ok" was frustratingly terse.
Jane now had the opportunity to explore the city but lacked the will. Instead she half-heartedly took up the hotel's welcoming offer. Clad in a pair of jeans with an emerald green long-sleeve silk blouse, the 24 year-old hoped a glass of Chardonnay would take the edge off a rough week. At last her blue eyes made contact with a roaming waiter.
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Randy Williams rolled an oversized ice cube around the inside of his highball glass. His first Old Fashioned of the evening was familiar and comforting. The sweet taste of bourbon lingered on his lips as he let out a soft, relaxed sigh.
Randy was entering the final decade of his career. Over the previous 30 years, Prestige Suites had become a familiar home away from home. He had reinvented his career on multiple occasions, but frequent travel was always part of his job. He embraced the wonder of new destinations. Some familiar stops had become favorites; others were dull and tiresome. Tonight, Randy was satisfied yet sapped, relaxing at Reflections in a low circular table with matching leather armchairs on either side.
Nine months prior, Randy was on the wrong end of a corporate downsizing. With a decent severance package and his two adult offspring both out of the house, he could thoughtfully plan his next move. The time to work for himself had arrived. He set up his own freelance business, offering workshops on the future of AI in corporate America. Each four-hour session came with a handsome payday. If he could maintain the momentum for a few years, retirement might come earlier than originally planned.
The downside to a thriving start-up was more travel. His first three weeks had been a success with seven sessions, but required trips to five different cities. His wife was also a regular business traveler, so for Randy hotels often provided a warmer environment than his empty home. His hard-earned Prestige Suites lifetime platinum status offered a bevy of perks, including free Friday night stays. After wrapping up a late afternoon session, he decided to remain at the hotel rather than scramble to the airport.
Randy wasn't an intimidating physical presence, but at age 52 he was still in great shape. The treadmills and free weights at Prestige Suites' fitness centers were part of his daily routine. Just a shade under six feet tall, hints of grey dotted his dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of brown. His light blue oxford shirt paired smartly with his khaki slacks. Glancing around the moderately busy lounge, he casually reclined as he pondered his schedule for the coming week.
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As Jane slid her fork into the last remains of a mixed greens salad with grilled chicken, her waiter returned to ask if she'd like a second glass of Chardonnay. She paused then politely nodded yes.
She was done processing the work week. With a combination of boredom and curiosity, she put her imagination to work, glancing around the room and creating backstories for other guests at Reflections. To her immediate left she examined a pair of men in their early 30's, dressed in business casual attire. As she listened to them recapping their work week, Jane cooked up a wild fantasy where ample drinks encouraged the duo to explore bisexual curiosities upstairs. She chuckled at her own devious thoughts, and even considered sending over a couple beers to encourage the proceedings.
Her wandering eyes then landed on an individual she was certain she recognized. Jane squinted at a man seated alone in a leather chair 50 feet away. A lengthy stare confirmed that he was the father of Ellen Willams, one of her sorority sisters.
Jane had met Mr. Williams on a handful of occasions in college. Parents' weekends always sparked chatter around who had the hottest dad, and Mr. Williams annually topped the charts. Jane and Ellen were friendly but not overly close, so when Mr. Williams offered Jane a brief congratulations after her graduation ceremony, she presumed she was speaking with him for the last time. Now, just over two years later, they had an opportunity to become reacquainted
Jane slipped off her tall chair to walk across the lounge. Although average in height, she strode with an upright confidence that made her appear taller. Her curly blonde hair bounced with every step. As she approached his table, Randy Williams did not detect the young woman coming towards him. She stopped at the open chair across from him and lightly cleared her throat.
"Mr. Williams?"
Randy looked up, made eye contact with the kind face in front him, and quickly scanned his mental Rolodex. The connection wasn't immediate, but someone her age addressing him as "Mr. Williams" was surely a friend of one of his two kids. Noticing his uncertainty, she helped fill in the blank.
"Jane. Jane Meadows. Ellen's sorority sister." Her tone was hopeful, but the assumption that their brief interaction from a couple years ago left an impression on Randy may have been unrealistic.
"Yes, of course. Jane! So good to see you!" Randy stood up and made the awkward walk around the table to formally greet her. He threw open his arms, inviting her to hug him. Confirmation that he recognized her left Jane happy to accept his embrace.
The greeting was brief, but there was a warmth that both of them felt mentally as much as physically. As they separated, they asked the same question of each other in unison.
"Are you here by yourself?"
They smiled at the synchronized queries and Randy nodded. "I am. Would you like to join me?"
"That would be great," Jane replied. "Let me go grab my glass of wine." She gestured in the direction of her original table. Her spot was now empty save for her second glass of Chardonnay waiting on a circular paper coaster.
Jane scampered back to her table to collect her glass. Randy's eyes followed every step of her brief journey. He wasn't trying to be crass, but he was only human. He couldn't help but admire how her tight jeans perfectly framed the curve of her ass. Jane wasn't intentionally putting on a show, but Randy enjoyed a good one nevertheless.
