The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

... that get in the way. It's all about time when you have their attention."

I watched my wife nod at the advice from the women who then went on to tell her that she had to tease the punters more. Show off more skin, look trashier etc. She said something about them coming here for the cheap, quick, easy fuck. There were escorts out there for the dates, but this was simply about sex. I'd swear I actually heard my wife groan at her when she was talking about how trashy they needed to be.

I realised that they'd only had a small handful of customers, a lot less than we'd seen before. Was it the day of the week, the weather, or maybe the new girl putting them off? Was she not trashy enough for them? All weird thoughts to be having.

The next 40 mins or so, the odd man came along and engaged one of the girls. I had to wonder about my wife's legs and feet; surely they were aching by now. Was the weed keeping the pain away or was she simply fitter than I anticipated? There was a lot of interest in my wife but I was pleased that the professionals kept her sidelined. They even told one man that she was on her period, though he said that was fine.

5 The Game Changes

There was a lull at about 11.20 pm when the hooker that had given Emily her smoke decided that she was in need of a 'bump' as she called it. There was a bit of a discussion between her and Lyn about if Emily would like a bit more. Emily was up for it, as it was clear that she'd started to calm down a little. In ...

... fact, she was almost looking a bit sad.

The two women talked about it a bit. They were in two minds and I only caught bits of the conversation. I think it was something about it not really being fair to get her wasted. Lyn clearly didn't like the stuff that the other woman smoked and called her a junkie a few times. She didn't look like a junkie from what I could see, but my experience in that world was pretty much zero. Could weed really be that addictive? I had to do some research when I had a chance about whatever that chalk stuff was.

I was starting to wonder if this was it for the night, if the smoking woman was going to wander off to have her smoke and if that would be a nice exit for Emily. They concluded their chat with a sigh from Lyn as she asked the other woman, "How much shit did you give her?," as they both watched my wife with a mix of sympathy and excitement. I had to say that she didn't actually look that good from up here. I couldn't place what was wrong but her energy was gone and she looked tired. The come down from weed?

"Teehee," was the answer from the other woman.

Lyn then laughed, "God you're evil Jane." Then frowned, "That really wasn't very fair, was it?" and she turned to the other woman.

At last, I knew her name, Jane. So Jane was the drug addict, of sorts. She then addressed my wife, "Hey Emily, you still want a smoke?", Emily shrugged in reply. Jane pushed, "It'll make you feel good, real good babe," and she reached out and cupped as ...