Author's Note: Hey everyone this is my first submission, I've never let anyone read my erotic or sexual writing ever. It's just a quick little jot I wrote a while back. The whole thing was really a stream of thought, no facts checked, no ideas denied. Anyway, I've tried to clean it up and improve it how I can, tips or suggestions are appreciated. I hope you enjoy!
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The rusty key opened the old hotel door easier than Casey figured it would, and as the old door creaked inwards the room was laid bare before their eyes. He grimaced and shivered violently as he took it in. The rust red carpet was worn ragged and had holes in it where the concrete floor could be seen. The walls were a particular shade of yellow that Casey imagined had gone out of style in the 50s or 60s. On top of that, they were covered in a smattering of bad drywall patches. Above them the staccato ceiling was somehow stained in half a dozen places and the ceiling fan was off kilter.
"Maybe we should find a different place?" Casey suggested to the two behind him after a long moment of shock. When they did not say anything he turned to look at the two. Both of the women were soaked though and shivering violently same as him. They both looked just about as miserable as he felt. Groaning, he stepped inside and kicked his soaked sneakers off to the corner as he looked around. He continued to shiver from the ice cold rain outside as he walked into the room and turned to glance back at his family.
"Is there a shower or bath or something?" his sister Karen wondered as she came in, clutching her arms around her chest. Her teeth chattering as she spoke and her bare legs had gone pale from the cold. Her short skirt, like the rest of their clothes, was completely soaked with icy water.
"Do you suppose they've got a washer or something we can use?" his mother Tamara asked quietly. She too was drenched. Her white t-shirt clung to her large breasts as she shivered and their movement was somewhat mesmerizing under the cloth. Casey pulled his eyes away from her and walked into the room. He eyed the one bed dubiously. Someone was going to have to sleep on the floor, and he would have bet a fortune he knew who.
"Washer and dryer will cost money, and I'm just about broke now." he said, then walked over to the heater on the side wall while Karen chattered her way into the bathroom. He took a look at the controls then fumbling with the heater knob to turn it on. There was no response from the ancient thing. It looked like it had been built in the seventies, he punched it, the hit landing lighter than he would have wanted due to his involuntary shakes. He cursed under his breath. "The heater is broken." At about the same time he heard his sister cry out in the bathroom, causing their mother and him to turn that direction quickly. Before they could run over she walked back out and shook her head.
"You have to pay for hot water." she muttered. "What the hell kind of hotel is this?"
"The kind you get a room for the night in for ten euros." Casey groaned. "This sucks."
"It's better than being out in that rain though." Tamara spoke up, walking over and staring at the bed for a second. "They didn't have a room with at least two beds?" she wondered. Casey shook his head.
"Not for what we had anyway. How much does it cost to get some hot water?" he wondered. Karen sighed and shook her head.
"Five euros for five minutes." she muttered. Casey dug in his pocket for a moment and produced a single dripping bill and a handful of coins. He counted the coins out slowly.
"I got three euros, does it take bills?" he wondered. She glanced back into the bathroom, then shook her head.
"Looks like just coins. There's no way all three of us can get in there in two minutes." she muttered, then brightened momentarily. "Coin toss for dibs on the shower?" Casey shook his head in dismay, then spoke without thinking. Chivalry sucked sometimes.
"I'll skip, so long as I don't have to sleep on the floor." he muttered as he glared in disgust at the dirty shag carpet he was sitting on. He glanced back up at them and saw Karen crouching on the floor, her knees were aimed right at him. A pair of soaked pink panties dared him to stare, but he pulled his gaze away from his little sister and looked up at his mother. Tamara seemed to be contemplating something very deeply, her eyes staring at the ceiling as if in thought. She spoke up after a moment of silence that seemed to stretch forever.
"We should all take the shower together. That way we're not shivering anymore at least." Tamara suggested. Karen and Casey stared for even longer than she had thought about the ridiculous plan. Casey could not tell if she was joking or not, her expression was completely serious. Tamara saw the skeptical looks and continued. "We're going to have to get out of these soggy clothes anyway, don't worry about it." she explained waving her hand to dismiss their concerns. They both glanced down at their clothes and than at each other, and then at her.
"You're serious?" Casey wondered.
"You're kidding!" Karen objected. They looked at each other again and Casey sighed. Tamara pulled a couple of coins out of her pocket and tossed them to Casey.
"Why would I joke? We're all freezing. I won't let either one of you object to it, especially if the heater is broken." she said. Casey picked up the coins she had tossed at him. That brought it to four euros. Four minutes of shower time, he glanced at the two and his chivalrous side objected, he punched it in the face.
What was four minutes really? Karen seemed to be thinking about it as well and apparently came to the same conclusion. They each nodded solemnly. "Then first thing we need is to get these clothes hung up and drying." Karen muttered, looking around the room for suitable drying spots. Casey nodded and looked to the broken heater, it wouldn't do much good at heating the room, but it would work well enough as a clothes rack. He quickly stripped his shirt off and laid it down on the heater.
