Reading the note again, her sense of anxiety amplified five times over. The bright side, if one could find one, was that the pure dread seemed to be cutting through the effects of the last few hours.
Well, worst fear confirmed. Those little bottles were poison. Or something akin to it. All this over a little friendly competition? This city has always had a non-aggression pact of sorts between casinos, sure, but literally killing the rivals is a little extreme even for New Jersey. That's right - I'm here to research this place. Well, forget that. I know all I need to.
The exertion of putting through several coherent thoughts in a row did a number on her. Her head was splitting and on top of that, she was beginning to feel the need downstairs again.
So I'm turned on by poison? Or is this just some badly-timed release of pent-up hormones? Well, Tom was a good lay. There's that.
She tried to focus, which only made her headache expand from her sinus to a full-blown migraine. She laid back in bed and closed her eyes.
She hadn't a clue what time it was when she woke up, but it'd gone from late afternoon to some time when it was entirely dark outside. She couldn't remember why, but she had a feeling she wanted to get out of this place. She noticed she was still naked and smirked - something about her looked good tonight.
She was going to put on fresh clothing but realized she hadn't brought an overnight bag.
Stupid. Won't need it now. Gotta get the fuck out of here - immediately. Do I call the cops? I'll sound insane. Yes officer, I checked into this hotel and I know I've been poisoned because I'm extremely horny. Also, are you busy later? Sigh.
She went to put her bra back on and found it entirely too tight. That must've been what looked good earlier - her breasts were larger. Normally that would've sent Alexis over the edge into full blown panic, but the feel of the fabric against her nipples had a different effect. Her hand ran across her breasts and a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. She hadn't really been turned on by that in the past, but it seemed different now. It just felt calming, pleasing, to ignore everything around her and just sit back down.
No. Something is wrong. Real wrong. I have to...oh man that feels good though. Really good. Let's just lie back down for a bit.
Still naked, she ran one hand across her breasts again, sending shiver after shiver through her body. Her left arm worked it's way down to her sex and she began gentling rubbing her clit. Already aroused, she felt her temperature rising considerably and she quickly began to put one, two, then three fingers in her pussy. All thoughts of the predicament surrounding her were washing away as she neared closer and closer to climax, but she couldn't seem to reach one.
It just wasn't enough. She picked up the pace considerably, working up a sweat and increasing her arousal but not reaching her peak. She couldn't think of anything right now other than the feeling of emptiness inside of her and the need to replace that feeling immediately. Eventually she tired, the darkness outside gradually slipping into her periphery and ultimately to all of her as she drifted off.
She was on Atlantic Ave, somewhere between an outlet mall and the beach. She could see the illuminated advertisements for some upscale retail outlets that vaguely recalled memories. Still, she walked away from them and towards the casinos and the beach, walking slowly while swaying her hips back and forth.
She was in heels. High ones - 4" or so probably from the looks of it. Her skirt barely concealed her ass as she swayed back and forth, continuing to walk towards the resorts. She saw the gleaming tower of the newest one far down the road. Home. Somehow, that was home. She was too far now, however. Down by the older buildings, the older resorts.
Wind blew and she felt a shiver in the center of her chest. She looked down, a deep V-neck with breasts too large to be her own, bouncing freely as she walked further along. No bra. No need - it was a warm night in the summer with a breeze coming off of the ocean, felt even despite these buildings around her.
She hears a roughly running engine slowly creeping up behind her. She slows her walk but doesn't stop. Sways her hips, once, twice more. The front of the car is visible to her side, an older Cadillac - early 2000s, maybe. The window rolls down, a nondescript looking man in his 40s behind the wheel. Familiar, somehow. Boss? Employee? Why these thoughts come to her she doesn't know, she doesn't remember.
He says something, but she can't hear. Doesn't matter, she finds herself walking to the passenger side door and getting in. He wants one thing but she's going to give him more. What she needs. What he wants.
The seat reclines. She's not sure how she knows but she knows there's nothing under this skirt. He lays back, she works on his zipper, his button. Finally, she lowers herself onto him and the pleasure is immeasurable. She tosses her back, raises up, lowers again. Moaning as she leans forward. Up again, lower again. She feels his member fill her inside, what she needs. What he wants. She's getting closer now...
She woke up drenched. Sweat, juices, both, others, she doesn't know. She feels sore down below, as if her dream weren't a dream. She remembers Tom - handsome, blonde Tom, and realizes that's the likely culprit. She's in her apartment. Alexis doesn't know why she's feeling so tired. She must have slept well - the sun's halfway up in the sky out the window.
