***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
***Some aspects of this story may seem a little ridiculous and border on campy Sci-Fi. But keep in mind this is just a story and nothing here is meant to be taken seriously.
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CHECKING-IN
Eve and Henry finally arrived at the hotel, and they couldn't be any happier. They had been on the road for almost nine hours, having to get up at 5am to get here. They originally had a flight here, paid for by the company they both worked for, but it got cancelled the day before, and they couldn't get a new flight that worked for their schedule. So, they quickly rented a car and drove nine hours, taking breaks only for gas and food.
When they got to town, they dropped off the rental car and took an Uber to the hotel. Their flight back home was still good, so they didn't need a rental car to get back. They thought about keeping the car one more day just in case, but everything they needed was at the hotel, including the sales conference where they were attending.
They entered the hotel and waited in line at the front desk behind some other guests who were here for the conference. When they finally got to the front and met with the young hotel clerk named Betty, they were surprised to find that they were sharing the same room.
"We were supposed to have separate rooms," said Henry.
"I even confirmed it yesterday," said Eve.
"I'm very sorry," said Betty. "But there was a problem with the second room, and we called your company about it. To make up for the last-minute changes, we comped your company for both rooms, and you'll now have to share a room."
"Does it at least have two beds?" Eve asked the clerk.
"Sorry, it's one queen-size bed."
"Can I rent a cot or something?" Henry asked.
"Sorry, we don't have those here."
"Un-fucking-believable," Henry muttered.
"Relax, we've shared hotel rooms before," said Eve.
"Never the same bed."
"But it's just for a few days," she said. "Trust me, our wives won't mind at all."
Eve emphasized the word 'wives' to remind Henry that she's a lesbian married to a woman. Suggesting, she doubts anything inappropriate would happen between them, and most likely their wives won't mind having to share a bed. Henry figured she might be right; if anything, their wives would think it's funny and start a series of jokes about it.
After they got themselves checked in as guests, the clerk handed them their room number and handed each of them a room card. She then let them know of some of the hotel policies, ordering food and pay-per-view services, contact information for the front desk, other hotel amenities, and finally the check-out time.
They dragged their luggage to the elevator and headed up to the 9th floor. Henry noticed the room number was 969 but focused on the number 69 part of it. The old frat boy in him smiled at seeing that number and resisted laughing at it so Eve wouldn't figure it out and think he was being dumb. What he didn't know was that Eve also found that number amusing and tried not to laugh about it in front of Henry.
When they got to their floor, they followed the signs that led them to their room. It was all the way at the other end of the floor where they had to take a couple of turns to get to. When they neared the end, they noticed the room numbers ended at 959, and that was it.
"Maybe it's some kind of mistake," said Henry.
"Our room cards say 969," said Eve.
They were contemplating going back down to the front desk to see if their room was accurate when Henry noticed another room farther down the hallway. They didn't notice it at first because after 959, the hallway looked very dark, and the few doors they noticed down there were for a couple of maintenance closets and the doorway to the stairwell. But farther down the hallway was one more door that they could barely see because of the low lighting, so they decided to check it out just in case.
When they got there, the door had the numbers 969 written in gold letters on the door, just like with all the other hotel rooms.
"This can't be it," said Henry. "Why is this room so out of the way like this?"
Eve tried his room card, and the door opened, proving it had to be their room. They entered the room and saw a standard hotel room with one queen-sized bed with two nightstands and a dresser up front with a big screen flat TV hanging on the wall. The biggest amenity of the room was a small kitchenette in the corner equipped with a small fridge and stove, as well as both a microwave and coffee maker on the counter next to it. There was also a small table with two chairs, with a holder that held the napkin dispenser and the salt and pepper shakers.
"This room seems alright," said Henry. "Don't know why it's down a dark hallway, though."
"All I care about right now is that bed, because I'm fucking tired."
She tossed her luggage aside and jumped on the bed face down, and Henry couldn't blame her. Despite being tired himself, Henry took a look around the room. Something else was off about the room; he just didn't know what it was.
"I didn't know this hotel had rooms with kitchenettes," he said.
"So, what? It's an additional accommodation we get to have," said Eve.
He took a look around the kitchenette. There was also a cabinet above the counter that had some plates and glasses and a couple of mugs with the hotel logo on it. The counter drawers even had every utensil they could ever need, not just forks and spoons. Henry had been to many hotels because of his job; some of them had a kitchenette, but none of them were this equipped.
He then went to the window and opened the curtains; the daylight brightened the room too much, which aggravated Eve, who wanted to rest. Henry looked out the window and thought it looked normal enough, which gave him some sense of relief. He stood there for a few minutes looking out at a local park with several families having a picnic, including a big party on the east side. He squinted his eyes and read a sign they had for it, and it was for the Morris family reunion. He chuckled at the guy running the barbeque pit because it reminded him of his uncle Dave, who wore a similar red chef's hat when he barbequed.