My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private, non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night. One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to what was known as The Inn Club. If you have not read 'The Inn Club Ch. 01: Alison', the first page or so will provide good background.
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A couple of months after learning about and joining the club, I took it upon myself to set up a private website with encrypted access to help members communicate. I created the WikiInn to help newbies with etiquette, expectations and understanding of terms they might encounter on cards. I hired a third party to run it so membership wouldn't be dragged down by having just one admin, and the site reached one hundred, then a thousand, and then two thousand members much quicker than I thought.
I was out of town again on business, this time in the Pacific Northwest outside of Portland, Oregon. My accommodation for this trip was an Escape Inn (by Cheslea) near the airport. As per my typical travel plans, at least now that I was a participating member of The Inn Club, after getting to the hotel I ironed my clothes, ate some dinner and took a nap so I would be refreshed around 11pm.
I awoke a little early and headed down to the bar to get a drink. There were few people in the bar and lounge area and it appeared my chances tonight were a little slim. Despite what you are reading in these stories, most nights were like this. But since you don't want to read about what didn't happen, I'll just keep skipping to the eventful evenings.
About five minutes til eleven an older woman, I guessed something North of my own early fifties, walked into the lounge and went straight to the bar. Her breasts seemed to push out against her loose fitting blouse, but there was little bounce and no sign of a bra. I overheard her say something like "just made it!" She seated herself as the bartender mixed her a drink and made one last look around the bar to see if anyone else wanted a last call. The woman had blonde hair, was fairly thin, wearing little if any makeup, a skirt and the aforementioned loose fitting blouse. As was customary, I waited until just after eleven, then seeing no one else still in the lounge, I approached her.
"Good evening, would you mind if I joined you?" I said as I sat my drink on the counter next to her.
She looked at me, a bit surprised at the intrusion, but she smiled nonetheless. "Please do, it looks like it is just us now."
"I'm Alex," I said, extending a hand.
"Sarah," she replied, and we shook.
Up close I now got a good look at her. She had slight crows feet around her eyes but otherwise no wrinkles, just a little age. I held her eyes until she glanced away, and then I took a moment to steal a look at her blouse. It was silky, with three buttons undone to reveal a nice bit of cleavage. As I guessed, no sign of a bra and her tits were really standing up. I'd actually never had my hands on enhanced titties and I really wondered what they would feel like.
"Sarah, may I ask what brings you to Portland?" I asked.
"A friend's retirement ceremony. What about you?" she said.
"Business. Two days of meetings and then back to the East coast. What did your friend do?"
"Old high school buddy from way back. Just left the local police force after twenty-five years."
"Wow," I said with honest respect, "that's quite the time of service." She nodded and took another sip of her drink. I said, "Do you mind if I ask you a slightly personal question?"
She smirked, "I don't even know you Alex, why would I answer such a thing?"
"Oh, it may be personal, but not very revealing."
She seemed intrigued. "Go ahead then, I suppose I don't have to answer."
I leaned just a bit closer, "Are you a member of the Club?"
"Club?"
"Ah," I said. "That would be a no."
"What club?"
I withdrew the card holder from my pocket and selected the most innocuous card I had. This was not a situation I had been in before. I placed it on the counter and slid it over to her. She picked it up and read quietly aloud, "Alex, Player, the Inn Club. Oh, I see. As in we are in the Escape Inn." I nodded and she turned the card over to read the back. Her jaw dropped a bit and the surprise in her eyes was evident. She didn't say anything this time. The back of the card read simply, as you may have guess, 'solo, hetero.'
"Alex, are you-"