This story follows the story "A String of Minor Disasters," but it can be read independently. There are not so many minor disasters in this story, but to have it linked to the earlier one, I had to use the same title. In any event I hope you like it!
Warning: This story contains a first time experience, bondage, voyeurism and group sex.
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I could not believe it. What am I paying for, anyway? You book a room at one of the ultra-premium hotels in New York in the height of summer and the air conditioning fails? What indeed are you paying for, anyway? Don't give me that Consolidated Edison shit about the power failing. Where is your back-up generator?
Okay so the steam tunnels exploded thereby rupturing the power supply. What are you going to do about it? Nothing? Find me a room you idiot at another five-star hotel, and do it yesterday! Don't give me that shit that they're all full! I don't care about the UN General Assembly meeting or anything else. What the f**k am I paying for anyway?
I took a cab to the Harvard Club. They were full of course, but I used their WIFI to check out the other great hotels in New York. A room was not to be had at any price! What is this, a conspiracy?
The woman at the desk of the Harvard Club was apparently accustomed to frustrated people who were rude, and my bad behavior did not flummox her. First she suggested I try the University of Pennsylvania club.
"Are you kidding?" I asked. "I went to Harvard. Penn? Are you serious?"
"Well then, how about a Bed and Breakfast? They attract a different kind of clientele, and sometimes they may have a room when the luxury hotels don't," she said, still being courteous even in the face of my ugly behavior.
I had to confess that it would not have occurred to me to try a Bed and Breakfast in Manhattan. Maybe in some remote rural spot, like the Fingerlakes in upstate New York perhaps, but not in New York City. I thanked her for her suggestion and got busy.
There looked to be a nice B&B in Chelsea that got rave reviews on Trip Adviser. It was called The Twilight House and it received five stars across the board. I figured f**k the web and the telephone so I just took a taxi directly there. I wanted to see the place before I committed myself. I immediately met with the Innkeeper, a statuesque woman named Beatrice. I explained I was desperate.
I was in New York on business and my presentation in the morrow held my entire future in the balance. I desperately needed a place where I could get a good night's sleep! Okay, I took a bit of dramatic license and exaggerated just a bit. You know how it is.
"Like everyone else, we're completely full. There are three large conventions and the UN General Assembly. Even so, perhaps I can arrange something if you are flexible?" Beatrice said.
"Pray tell, Madame," I said.
"We have a very special room, The Eros Room. In general, we do not rent it to first time guests. We only rent it to repeat customers, and only if I can think they can handle it, you see," Beatrice said.
"I'm afraid I don't see. Is it available or not?" I asked. "If it is, I would love to rent it for five nights. The cost is not an issue." As I spoke these words I could see that Beatrice was sizing me up. She was also checking out my body like she was a man choosing what woman he would try to lay that night. It was weird. It was creepy.
"There's currently a lovely young woman booked in the room beginning in a few days. You can have it to yourself this evening and the next. Perhaps by then another room will open up and if you do not mind, we could move you to the other room. The other woman is named Ashley and she hails from Arkansas. Perhaps the two of you could share the room if it comes to that in a couple of days? I'm afraid that's all I can offer you, my dear," Beatrice said.
"There's two beds?" I asked. I never share rooms, but this was an emergency.
"No, just one Queen size bed, I'm afraid," she said.
"And you've asked this other woman, Ashley?" I said, surprised, because when could she have asked the other woman?
"No, but I'm sure she'll agree," Beatrice said. "She listens to the nymphs and they'll tell her to share."
"I'm sorry?" I asked. This was the second time the innkeeper appeared to be speaking nonsense. This however was bleeping strange nonsense.
"Basically, do not worry, my dear. Would you like to see the room?" Beatrice said.
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I was surprised by my reaction. Only minutes after I entered the room I knew I absolutely had to stay inside it. The artwork was exceptional, and the collection of dildos on the pillows intrigued me. I fell in love instantly with the room. It called to me somehow. This sounds strange, but the room seemed to speak directly to my soul. It also spoke to my darkest, most secret, desires. I had never been in any room, anywhere, that was like this room.
Beatrice explained that the dildos belonged to the hotel and they were cleaned after every guest, "of course." They were provided free of charge to guests of the Eros Room. She showed me the vibrator too, tucked away neatly in the nightstand drawer.
"The dildos are provided even to male guests?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," Beatrice said, and only then did the lightbulb in my head illuminate.
"Of course," I mumbled in agreement.
I put my suitcase in the room and went to dinner. When I returned later I saw there was cake, cookies, and port wine available for guests. How nice! Too bad I was on my perennial diet. The cake in particular looked really good. A little taste wouldn't hurt, right?
I took the thinnest slice the knife would cut for me. Then I had a second. I cut a third. A man also staying at Twilight House was watching me and he said, "Isn't that less satisfying than cutting a nice good-sized piece from the get-go?"
I don't embarrass. I turned to look at him and said, "No. This way it's less fattening."
"Of course, it is," he said, smiling broadly. He stuck out his hand, "Moses," he announced.
"Miriam," I said. "I guess we're brother and sister."
Clearly Moses did not get my joke. I hate explaining jokes. "The Bible. Miriam is Moses' sister in the Bible."
"Right," Moses said. I knew he would keep his distance from me after that. He probably thought I was 'one of those.' I wasn't, you know. I just knew lots of shit. He got a strange smile on his face. He was clearly checking me out. I enjoy it when men check me out. It doesn't happen that often back home in Indiana.
"So, we're brother and sister? Do you like Biblical incest?" Moses said.
Now it was my turn to give him a wide berth. I smiled, said goodnight, and went upstairs to the Eros Room. He walked up the stairs right behind me.
"You're staying in the Eros Room? I've never even seen it. Mind if I take a look? It has quite a reputation," Moses said.
"What do you mean, 'quite a reputation'?" I asked.