Love Free Hotel

There was a sting in my eyes as I woke up. Lack of good sleep or too much of it? I wasn’t really sure. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, 2:38 pm. Too little. I pondered going back to bed but ultimately decided that a large coffee would hold me over instead. I slumped out of bed, still groggy but determined. My weekend had just begun and, despite how I woke up, I was still looking forward to it. I leaned against my kitchen counter listening to water steep into the coffee pot. Everything at home felt so mundane compared to the weekend that awaited me. A notification sounded from my phone. I pulled it from my pocket. “You won’t keep me waiting tonight, right Doll?” “Why? You feeling eager," I replied, though I knew the answer. “That’s one way to put it.” I smiled at my phone like an i***t. Then another text came in. “Meet me at the restaurant, and I’ll escort you up to our room. Wear the dress I like.” “Geeze… bossy.” “You suddenly don’t like bossy?” “.... I mean… I didn’t say that,” I could feel my face growing red. “So then I’ll see you at the restaurant in that dress I like.” I wanted to be a brat towards him but I knew exactly what he was getting at with the dress. An emerald body-hugging floor-length dress. Open back so he can rub his rough warm hands down my spine and at the nape of my neck while he pulls me close and whispers in my ear. Whispers of all the hungry animalistic things he’ll do to me. The thought of it sent an excited shiver down my spine. I stood back up on my own. Trying to pretend I wasn’t already wet at my core. The coffee was done. I finished one large mug of it and wondered if two cups would be too much. I figured a shower would definitely straighten me the rest of the way out. But first I went and got my outfit set out. The emerald dress with a sweeping cowl top and spaghetti straps that tie in the back. When I first got the dress that was exactly what called me to it. I thought it wouldn’t suit me; that I would just try it on to get it over with, then put it back on the rack. But the way it showed off my rack was impressive. Coupled with its open back and leg slit, I was utterly smitten. I remember the first time I wore it to dinner with him. How hot my chest felt under his gaze. And then the warming feeling that took over when he touched my back and started to tease me at the dinner table. He was unquenchable that night. I had to call out of work the next day. My face felt flush remembering. I let go of the dress and let it fall against the door of my bedroom. I went back to my closet and pulled out a pair of black velvet T-bar platforms. Four inches tall; just the right height for when he…—I put the shoes down to the side of the door. I ran my fingers through my hair and gave a light scratch to my scalp. How should I do my hair? It’s medium length and in a wolf cut. Curling it is always fun, but tonight it felt like a hassle that would get in the way of more exciting activities. ‘Meh, that’s what hair ties and hair pulling is for.’ I went to my purse and pulled out my essentials. Moved them over to a black velvet clutch and put it down on my bed next to a plain gray backpack I had already packed for the weekend. I stood there between my bed and the bedroom door. My mind went in circles, wondering if I had packed everything, thinking of what I still needed to do before leaving, and s*x. “Meow.” It came out small, muffled through the door. “Meh” a smaller partial meow echoed it. ‘Oh yes, the cat feeder.’ I opened the door and there loafed my two cats in the short hallway of my apartment. A fully black cat, Bear, and his blonde tabby counterpart with four uneven white socks, Honey. Together they are my cuddly Honey Bear. “Meow, meow, meow.” Bear went on. “Alright, show me.” and with that, Bear stood and Honey followed with me tailing them both back to the living room. The cat feeder sat between the side of the couch and the bookshelf, with crumbs in the bowl and nothing in the storage container. “Meow, meow, meow,” Bear continued. “Meh,” Honey whispered. “Okay, Okay,” I reassured them. “Give me just a minute, okay?” I went back to the kitchen and opened up the pantry door. There was just enough to fill the feeder, but after that I’d need to buy a new bag. ‘I’ll have to grab it on my way back home,’ I told myself. Once I was done filling the self-serving bowl, I pressed an override button on the inside of the storage container just in case they hadn’t been served yet for the day. They began to eat, and I stood there to guard them. Once Honey Bear was done eating, I began to go back through my mental checklist. ‘Litter, shower, um….,’ I drew a blank. ‘I know I’m forgetting something. What is it?’ I decided to do what I could remember now and reevaluate before I left. ‘Water! Oh gosh yes, the cats need a top off of their water jug.’ I spun around mid-step and headed back towards the kitchen. I stood there, leaning against the counter again, waiting for the jug to fill up. ‘Maybe I should have that second cup of coffee. Eh, nah.’ It felt like I was going around the apartment in circles being stuck there waiting again. I looked at my phone for the time, 4:23 pm. “Well shit.” I really didn’t think that much time had gone by. It was 4:31 pm by the time the jug was filled and put back in its place. 4:52 pm by the time I was done cleaning out the litter box. And then finally it was 4:55 pm by the time I stood in the shower and let the hot water run down my body and awaken the aches in my muscles I had been trying to forget. A soak would have been so nice, but I was already running behind schedule. It was 5:17 pm by the time I got out of the shower. I put my hair up in a towel and checked previous messages to double-check when we agreed to meet. At 7:30 pm, ‘okay I should be okay. A little behind, but still okay.’ I began to towel dry my hair, and then I panicked when I realized how much I still had to do. I needed to dry my hair until damp but not dripping, section my hair, pin up rollers, put on my drying cap, and dry my hair the rest of the way. By the time that was finished, it was 5:48 pm. Now to undo the rollers without messing up my curls, remember to use setting spray, put the dress on, do my makeup, more setting spray, tell Honey Bear goodbye, leave with all my bags, and get into the car. 6:53 pm. I let out a sigh of relief as I turned the key in the ignition. If traffic wasn’t bad, I would wind up getting there just in time to send my bag up to the room and run to the restroom before meeting at the restaurant. It was 7:14 pm by the time I pulled up near the front entrance and handed over my keys to Love Free Hotel's valet. It’s a large and grand hotel; unexpected even for the city it’s located in. It gives the grandeur of old hotels in Vegas but provides the recreation of modern cruise ships. Raves, concerts, parties, shows, recreational drug use, a 4-star restaurant, spas, and unparalleled match-making services. This hotel has everything you could want to get away from home while still being down the street. Originally, it was just a lovers meet up; rumored to even provide brothel services for the lonely and desperate. But then, when the owner’s son took over, he really elevated the place and made it a sought-after travel destination. When people heard the makeshift brothel had gone professional with match-making services for those seeking cheap thrills, situationships, serious relationships, or even seeking the one they’d marry, the place became a revolving door of singles going in and couples of all stages leaving. Soon the hotel figured they’d ought to invest in ways to get people to stay longer, and now they have everything. The place is like a shopping mall for recreation and love or, if you're like me, s*x. That’s how I wound up here for the fifteenth weekend in a row. I showed up once and tried the matchmaking service for a fling. It was so exciting, so easy, I figured I’d go back and enjoy myself again. The second time around it was the same thing, simple, easy, no hang-ups, no awkward talking afterward, and to be in a safe and controlled environment where the staff knew what room I’d be in and when to check on me due to my profile settings. The third time was a little bit different though. You see when you access the hotel's network you have two tabs that automatically pop up. One is to look at all the services they provide outside of match making and to get easy customer service when you need help or have questions. The other is just for the match-making service, and you get to make a whole profile based on what you’re looking for. Of course, with it being a service, the more you pay, the better service you get. I remember thinking that the 3rd time would be the last time I came in for a while, so why not see how great of a match I could get? I paid for the premium service and then the questions I had to answer were… very specific. I matched with Stud in minutes. “Doll, Huh? Are you fragile like one or can I use you like one?” That was the first message he ever sent me. Stud is all I’ve ever known him as, and it’s fitting. He’s stunning to look at after all. And I was definitely stunned the first time he did me in front of a mirror. He definitely knew what he was doing when he picked the name. I just thought Doll was cute, but when he calls me Doll it’s so sexy and rousing. Soft and romantic but also teasing when he wants to get under my skin. I let out a slow breath to try and calm my excitement. Or was it nervousness? After all, per our agreement, this may be the last time we ever see each other.