The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

... her sound down before tucking it into her bag. She had a nervous wee before getting ready to go down and meet the hookers. A quick hug and a kiss and she was gone. We didn't say anything before she left; both of us were too nervous to know what to say.

I sat on the bed in our dark room, with my mobile on speaker phone next to me as I looked down on the 3 ladies. My biggest question now was how on earth was she going to start up a conversation with them. I'd soon have a window into these women's minds.

The sound over my phone was currently exactly like a pocket dial. You know, the rustling of cloth and stuff over a microphone, but nothing that you could make out. I suddenly doubted whether I'd hear anything decent and felt gutted.

Then she appeared. My wife, my Emily, walking across the street directly towards the women. Right now there were currently 2 of the usual 3 there as one had just gone off with someone. They spotted her straight away and I saw one of them say something to the other nodding in my wife's direction.

I heard it, my wife, clear as can be, "Hi," as she drew up to the women.

One of them looked at her confused and stayed where she was. The other took a step forward smiling. The sound wasn't as clear but I think I heard, "Hi girlfriend, you looking for some fun?"

Fuck, I hadn't considered that at all. They thought that my wife was after an experience with them. Oh wow, fuck that was hot as hell. Was that what Emily really wanted and had ...

... planned? My god that was amazing.

My illusion was quickly squashed as my wife fumbled her answer, "I errr, I, I no, thank you. I just..."

The woman that had spoken and taken a step towards Emily now moved back. Her entire stance changed and she was now wary of my wife. Now this made more sense. The other woman that hadn't spoken yet now woke up, "You the police?"

"Oh god, no, no, no," my wife was holding her hands up.

Neither woman looked convinced. "What do you want then?"

"Oh god, I dunno, I just wanted... oh I dunno."

The originally quiet one spoke up again with a frown on her face. "You here to try to understand us poor girls that have to sell ourselves for money?" I could picture my wife's face. It would have been a look of shock. The woman stood forward, closer to my wife, "You here to see how the other half live?'' She looked my wife up and down. "You're going to scare away our customers looking like you do."

God, I suppose she had a point. Another thing we'd not thought about. The two women there were very obviously dressed to show off their bodies, as you'd expect. To reel in a customer with plenty of tantalising skin on display. My wife, on the other hand, had loose trousers on, a blouse and a jacket, the only skin on display was her face and hands. The contrast was very obvious.

The other woman stood closer now. So both women were facing my wife, in her space. She was clearly shaken as she spouted, "No, I need the money too, I just, oh I ...