Vampire Brothel

Roberta Hawkins - Client 146 - Chapter Three

"One moment, please. You can take a seat over there while I search for your reservation." The receptionist replied, motioning to the leather settee on the left corner of the room.

I nodded and turned around. She wasn't going to find a reservation because I didn't make any. The handsome stranger only told me about the place when he found me crying outside Derek's apartment. He told me to give it a shot. I didn't even tell him the date I was going to go there. This was all f****d up. Maybe I should leave before the receptionist gives me the embarrassing news.

My mind went back to the girl on the staircase. I looked back there but she was gone. I didn't know what the hell happened to me when I saw her the first time. I have never been attracted to a girl in my entire life. I was here to 'explore a night of sinful pleasures with no strings attached' – that was the way the handsome stranger proposed the idea to me and I loved it. In the emotional state that I was, I was ready to do whatever it took to get Derek out of my mind and that included getting someone to f**k me silly.

"Excuse me, Miss. I have found your reservation." The receptionist called out to me.

That was a shocker. How did she find a reservation when I didn't make one? It didn't matter at that point because she gave me a key card with the number 146 and pointed me in the direction of the rooms. I thanked her and walked away.

I went into the room and sat on the bed. Everything looked really expensive. It was clear to see this was an exclusive hotel that catered only to the rich. Was the handsome stranger rich? Why was he willing to spend so much money to give me a good time? I must have looked really pathetic crying out there that night... or maybe he's into basic, freckled, losers.

That was a long shot though. He didn't look like the type of man to go for girls like me. Perhaps I looked too pathetic that night and he took pity on me.

The door opened, and I turned around to see his icy blue eyes. They reminded me of the Alp Top drink. Pleasing to the eyes and great to the taste. It made one forget how f****d up it can make them feel after hitting the bottom of the glass.

"Hello, Roberta. I'm glad you came." The handsome stranger said, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.

I never told him my name. Wait a minute. Did I? I couldn't really remember. I was an emotional mess the day we met.

The handsome stranger smiled and took slow deliberate steps towards me. I already had ideas of him coming to me and taking my clothes off – no conversations necessary. He didn't do that. Instead, he walked towards a drawer and opened it. He brought a bottle and two glasses out of the drawer before closing it back up. He filled both glasses and passed one to me. The liquid inside was red and had a weird taste. It must have been a rare and expensive mixture, judging from the look of the hotel. The good thing was that it was cold and sweet. I could tell there was a bit of alcohol in it but that was okay. It was cold outside anyway and I was here to get f****d. The alcohol would help put me in the right frame of mind.

We drank and laughed for a while before I started to feel the effects of the alcohol. Did I say it had a bit of alcohol before? Scratch that. It had a lot of alcohol. I found it difficult to coordinate my thoughts. Everything was hazy but not to the point where I couldn't see. That was when he began the unforgettable experience.