The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

The Hotel 01

1 The accident

The show finished and we exited the theatre. Everyone was buzzing and chatting away whilst making a beeline for their cars. For most people now came the boring bit to get home. Not for us though; this was a very rare night out and we were going to take our time getting home. So we just milled with the crowd, being pulled with the flow, enjoying the evening walk, then it hit me.

"Hah, we've gone the wrong way." We carried on walking, maybe slowing down a little.

Emily on my arm, pulling against me with concern, "What?"

"We should have gone right when we came out from the theatre, not left." I laughed as I realised our stupid mistake.

My laugh disarmed her somewhat. "Oh?" But her head was looking around worried.

"It's cool," and I fished my phone out bringing up the maps app to work out the best route back. Obviously we could just turn around and retrace our steps but we'd probably followed the crowd a good 5 minutes before it thinned out, then another 5 or so before my brain kicked into gear. I was slightly worried that we'd gone this far without realising, I guess I was chilled and enjoying myself, brain switched off mode.

Holding my phone up a bit to her, "It's all gravy, we can either backtrack to the car or pop this way," I pointed on the phone and indicated with my arm. She said nothing, deferring to me as per usual in our relationship. "Let's go this way, never been here before and it's a nice night."

"Yup," and a ...

... smile from her that earned a quick kiss.

We walked on, chatting about the show and taking in this different part of the city. It was a boring mix of mainly office blocks, some flats, a fair bit of greenery, nothing interesting really. I kept pulling out my phone to make sure we were heading in the right direction. There were still plenty of people and cars around, nothing noisy, nothing to cause concern. A backtrack was still easy if needed.

We then turned a planned corner to get us back on track when the street opened a little and the colours started to change. It was quite a contrast to the dark evening that we'd been walking through; there were bright window displays and hotel neon colours bathing the street. It was interesting and Emily even commented that it was a nice difference.

A few minutes into the street I noticed that we were starting to come up on a few different people. There appeared to be more women and their clothing was starting to become more, how'd you say it, provocative. I just assumed that there was a nightclub nearby or something. Emily and I were now quiet, both obviously taking in the new surroundings.

After we passed a small group of women, there was a lull and Emily pulled me closer and whispered to me, "They were prostitutes."

I almost stumbled at her revelation. It was suddenly obvious to me also and I almost turned around to double check the small group we'd walked past. I mean, I'd certainly been taking in the tight bodies and the ...