Stein's Girl: 4 - Room Service
"In other news tonight, what was at first to be a drunk driving fatality is now being investigated as a possible suicide, though police have not yet ruled out other possibilities. Melissa Stuart, mother of two, was pronounced dead at the scene when her vehicle veered off the interstate and into a concrete wall earlier today. Melissa's husband protests that his wife didn't drink and would never have killed herself, stating that she had been looking forward to a planned date this evening. Melissa's employer, Dr. Stein of the Riverfront Clinic, a provider of cosmetic surgeries, says that Melissa never showed up for work this morning. In Baseball today . . ."
The television droned on, its bright rays the sole illumination in the room, but Angelique was not paying much attention to it other than to notice that she dimly recognized Melissa from somewhere, though she could not think where. Thought was, in fact, beginning to become difficult and she knew that she was going to need sex again and soon.
Angelique looked over at the adjoining double bed where Kat lay nude and completely asleep, exhausted from both physical and mental turmoil. They had checked into the Woodyshire Hotel and had almost immediately entered into a protracted period of sexual activity. Angelique had brought Kat to orgasm after orgasm until at last Kat had collapsed exhausted. That had been forty minutes ago and now Angelique was beginning to feel the growth of the desire that had ruled her since her awakening earlier in the day. She was in no sense tired and it was clear that Kat was not going to be able to service her every hour for the rest of the night. As she struggled to think through the problem, Angelique slowly stroked her wet pussy. This did nothing to ease the problem. At last, several minutes later, she determined that she would need someone else and she was not going to find that someone if she continued sitting on the edge of her bed looking at the slim slumbering woman on the other bed while playing with herself.
Standing up, Angelique casually clothed herself in a heavy bath robe taken from the closet. She had just enough presence to grab the electronic key card off of the desk by the television cabinet and stuff it in the pocket of her bath robe. That was about the end of her ability to think clearly. When Angelique tried the door, it opened up only part of the way and then stuck. Confused she tried again. Still it would not open. It was then that she noticed that Kat had apparently latched the door after they had entered the room. Angelique's brain struggled with this problem for some few minutes before she figured out how to unlatch it. After a moment of fumbling with the flip style latch, she successfully opened the door and left the room, searching for a new lover.
The hall outside was empty when Angelique stepped out of her room and looked around. The thick carpet felt good on her feet and she took a moment enjoying the sensation it provided her. Her room was located at the end of one hall. The entrance to the stairwell was across from her door. Pondering the situation as best as she was able she decided to go right, towards the main hall and the elevators. As she walked, she massaged her left breast, playing with her nipple. The bath robe flapped open as she walked but she did not even consider closing it.
There was a young man and woman standing outside one of the doors in the main hallway. They were some distance away from Angelique, the young man working to open their hotel door.
"Holy shit!" said the young woman, seeing the nearly naked Angelique. The young man with her, her husband, looked up. Seeing Angelique, he shook his head.
"Get a room," yelled the man angrily and then as their door clicked open, both of them hurried through it, obviously embarrassed. Angelique however was beyond embarrassment. There was no-one else in the hallway and her mental condition was deteriorating fast. The vending machine alcove was just to her left and she stumbled inside it and leaned against the soda machine. Her left hand slid into her wet pussy and she slowly rubbed her clit with her thumb and forefinger. As she rubbed, she moaned from the pleasure. It was not enough but it was all she had at the moment.
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"You won't believe this," said Frank, hanging up the front desk phone, "some crazy bitch is naked on the fourth floor in the vending machine cove. She's apparently making quite a racket."
Joanne shook her head. There was always something.
"Want me to deal with it," Frank asked.
"No, if it's a woman, I'll take it. You can handle any crazy naked men."
"Thanks a lot," said Frank sarcastically. He handed her a walkie talkie "Give me a buzz if you think I'll need to call the cops."
"Don't try teaching your grandmother to suck eggs," quipped Joanne. She had been the one who had trained Frank and lately he seemed to think he was the hotel manager.
"What?" Frank had never heard the phrase before.
"Never mind," said Joanne, "Hold down the fort until I get back. Hopefully she just had one too many to drink." She stood up from her seat behind the desk and started towards the elevators.
