Hotel 69

Rain pattered around her, splashing against the concrete parking lot Larissa found herself standing in. It was a steady stream and being April it would probably rain the rest of the month. But despite becoming slowly soaked in its chilly atmosphere Larissa couldn’t pull her eyes away from the bright red neon sign that stood before her.

It was the only building this far back into the city, concealed by factories and old run down mills. If you didn’t know where to walk in the city? You’d probably never find the place and it was apparently hidden for good reason.

White knuckles gripped her phone to her chest, her only lifeline if she decided to back out of this. She had been told to not bother with cash, for cash payment wasn’t what they wanted here. She wouldn’t even be standing here if it hadn’t been for her cousin Averey. The woman had gone on for days about the wild ride of a fever dream this Hotel had been. How she had tried to go back and each time it hadn’t been there.

The Hotel her cousin had spoken of was called Hotel 69. The very one that stood before Larissa now. It boasted a rather intimate name that spelled out what it was for before you even took a step inside. A love hotel, a brothel, a place where services that wrapped you in sin resided and the regular sleep hotels offered would not be on the table to obtain.

But Larissa didn’t want to sleep, she wanted an escape. Her job worked her to the bone and the relentless cycle of waking up to work for hours only to scrape by with bills and food in her kitchen had her slinking into a hole of desperation. She needed a break, a single night of pure fantasy to whisk her away. She knew it was a band aid to her situation, a vacation from the real world if just for a night. But she didn’t care, she wanted it. She craved the blissful ignorance that this hotel promised her, if just for a few hours.

That’s why she stood here, soaking in the rain and staring wistfully at the neon light that beckoned her closer.

Avery hadn’t said what the service inside truly entailed. She had apparently been in such bliss that her mind had fogged everything but how good it was. If Larissa had believed in magic, she would assume that’s what this place was. It was silent, void of people or cars outside. Tucked so far away that no one could find it unless seeking it out. Not to mention Avery had not been able to come here again no matter how many times she had tried to find the building. Yet Larissa found it with a simple pair of notes she had typed into her phone. Not only that but she had found it on her first try. Shivering now from the cold, she tore her blue eyes away from the sign and walked forward. She at least could go inside and see if she felt comfortable enough with this to continue. She craved it, wanted it desperately, But she wasn’t an idiot.

This place could be for trafficking or to steal those they thought would sell well. The fact they didn’t take cash payment - or that’s what her cousin Avery had said - led her to believe they had ill intentions.

Pushing the front door open, the bell at the top of the door gave a pleasant jingle at her arrival. A man who was probably in his late 50’s looked up from the front counter, a warm smile upon his face. Square shaped glasses sat on his chiseled features. You could tell he had taken well care of himself. His age only truly showed in his salt and pepper hair and the deep lines around his eyes that told stories of a life being well lived. Stubble covered his square chin and he nodded it at her in greeting.

“Evening Miss. Welcome to Hotel 69. How may I be of service to you today?”

The warm smile never left his features and Larissa had to wonder if her cousin Avery had tried to settle for this man before she even saw the options of the hotel. He was handsome, in a fine wine kind of way. Silver fox, she thinks they called men like him. But he wasn’t her taste, she needed something that looked less inviting and had more bite.

“Hello, I was hoping to look into the services this hotel provided. Gain a bit more information? My cousin Avery came here a few weeks ago and recommended this place to me, but she wasn’t able to remember much aside from uhm… the service she had.”

The man nodded, his nametag glinting softly in the yellow cozy lighting of the room. ‘James’ it read.

“Yes, a lot of women find themselves at this hotel’s door by word of mouth. It’s how we get most of our business, you see.” shifting a few things around on a lower ledge than the counter Larissa could currently see, James soon pulled out a small book and handed it to her, along with a clipboard with some papers attached.

“The book tells you all you’ll need to know about this place, if you have any questions feel free to ask them. The clipboard is if you decide you’d like our services. It’s a standard contract. No smoking in the rooms, if you break it you buy it, the usual drab things.” He waved his hand nonchalantly then nodded to the side, gesturing past Larissa.

Turning to see what he had been nodding to, she saw a small set of chairs along the wall. A table between a set of two of them, it held what looked like waiting room magazines. Taking the hint, she nodded back. “Thank you, James.” He hummed in a ‘your welcome’ tone before turning back to what he was doing before she had walked in.

Taking a seat she unfurled the booklet in her hands and skimmed over what was found inside:

Hotel 69 provides an intimate experience unlike any other. No payment is required, however we do ask that if you enjoyed your stay you tell others who may benefit from our services. There are three packages to choose from during your stay.

Number 1. An exhilarating massage ending in a steamy shower session.

• Let us massage all those worries away, sensual oils and tingling body butters will be applied to all areas of your exposed form. When you are fully relaxed and soaked in our escorts provided lavish liquids, we will take you through a hot and steamy shower. equipped with the biggest rain shower head money can buy. But no worries, feeling too relaxed? Bars and a stool have been installed inside for your ultimate comfort. No matter what position you decide to relax in. Food and alcohol will be provided.

Number 2. A lavish hot tub experience ending in a romantic dinner for two. (or 4)

• Let our high powered jets massage all woes from your body. Hot steaming water scented with only our best flora oils of the day will permeate your senses to provide a relaxing mind melting experience. An escort of your choice (or 4) will assist you in your time of relaxation. When you are fully pleased with the hot tub service, you will be carried like a queen or king to a wonderful romantic dinner where you have a buffet of options to choose from. Fill your belly with whatever you desire and bask in the praise your escort (or escorts) give. Food and Alcohol will be provided

Number 3. A full extended stay in one of our luxurious suites.

• Want a combo of the first two but love the comforts of a bedroom fit for royalty? Look no further. Our Suites are equipped with jet powered bathtubs, fully stocked kitchens and of course a king sized bed lined in only the finest silks for your supple skin. Let our Escort take control of the reigns and line up the events for the evening leaving you satisfied, sated and fully prepared to live your best life when the sun rises. Food and Alcohol will be provided.

Please note that all three of our packages vary on time length. Package number 3 is the only package where sleeping and staying the night in our luxury hotel is given. We provide packages that suit all time frame needs so that you can get back to your life with a more refreshed and relaxed mind. Happy choosing!

Once more Larissa read over the options, her mind reeling with the possibilities each promised. But when it came down to it? She wanted an escape for as long as possible and if sleeping in the arms of an escort was what took the most time? It’s what she would likely opt for. All three packages used wording that hinted to other activities but probably for the health of such a shady business they kept their true intentions on the down low. Biting her bottom lip, Larissa looked up at James behind his desk. He continued to work as if oblivious to her even being there, the soft sounds of typing being heard through the silence of the room. She check marked number three, staring at the ink for a long moment before flipping onto the next page. It had a few notes that were worth her reading.

Hotel 69 is a one time service. However there are exclusions. Wanting to keep our escorts safe, we make sure that ample time is given between sessions so obsession, stalking and other ailments cannot reach them. We understand that our customers who are satisfied with our facilities might want to come to us again, so please understand that if you cannot find our facility after your first appointment that you may still need time away from us.

That felt a little… strange. She could understand wanting to keep their staff safe. Obsession and stalking was likely common in this line of work, especially if what they promised to provide was true. However she still didn’t understand how they could just… vanish from the radar like that after one session.

Again, if magic were real? She would have thought this place was enchanted. Continuing to read the pamphlet, the rest was basic information that a hotel would have. Notes on exits, curfews, fees if the room was destroyed or if there were damages ect. There was even a line of rules on what not to do to the escorts. Which all seemed pretty generic. No hurting them unless given consent, no gaining numbers, irl names or information ect.

Sliding the booklet behind the clipboard she was given she read through it to see what information it held and like the last pages of the booklet? It was just as basic as James had mentioned. The top of the form consisted of information from her. Name, age, birthday, ect. Things that would basically guarantee they weren’t giving their services to a minor. The only thing worth noting was a section of what kind of escort she was looking for. The questions seemed rather generic. If she wanted a Male or Female or if she didn't care and wanted the best of both worlds. How many escorts she wanted and what her ‘safe word’ would be for them. The rest was her agreeing to follow her escorts rules and to not seek information or stalk her escort(s) given. Along with agreeing not to tamper with the room and pay for any damages done.

Letting out a soft sigh, Larissa stared at the signature line at the bottom. She was still slightly cold from the rain that had soaked her clothes, despite the heater in here pumping out warm comforting air to nullify the chill.

She could go back out into that rain, she could still turn back at this point. To deny whatever shady business this was that did not accept payment but rather wanted word of mouth… wanted people to come to this place to be serviced… but only once in a blue moon. The information was sketchy, shady and flung all sorts of red flags.

But as the pen clicked anxiously in her hand, she found herself lowering the ink to the page. Because despite all those flags relentlessly waving in front of her? She only saw them as a red cape being waved into the wind, her, the bull ready to charge inside their embrace and free herself of reality… if only for a single night.

Her pen clicked once more as her name completed on the dotted line. Slowly standing, she hesitantly walked up to James at the counter and slid both the clipboard and the booklet to him. “All finished.” She said politely, watching as he looked up and took the clipboard into his hands and started to skim over it. She could see him nodding softly before he looked up.

“So while we do not require payment Miss. Larissa. We do request to scan your ID for our database. Keeps us safe from the law and makes sure you aren’t lying about being a minor.”

Having no issues with that information, Larissa reached into her pocket, her phone tapped against her knuckles gently before she wrapped her hand around her small coin pouch. She hadn’t brought hardly any cash. Just enough for a cab back home if she had needed it. Sliding the pouch out, she undid the zipper and pulled out her drivers license before handing it to the handsome older gentleman.

He would see that she was 5’6, a tall gal with a weight to represent her stature. Years of enjoying late night snacks and dinners of just a slice of cheesecake on late night shifts had rounded out her hips and her middle. She didn’t find herself unattractive by any means. But she was by no means a tall toothpick of a woman. Would the escort mind that she had curves? She had assumed that they would look past such things for their services. But suddenly looking down at her thick thighs had reminded herself that she wasn’t a supermodel and just an average gal looking for an escape. Tucking her long brown hair behind her ear she bashfully looked up to see James finishing the scan and then offering her ID back to her.

“You’re all set Miss. Larissa.” Fiddling with a few things, he raised up what looked like an old key, something she hadn’t seen in a hotel unless it was on TV. Most hotels used keycards anymore.

“Room 204. We will select an escort based on your clipboard preferences and have someone sent up right away.” Once more, James flashed his warm smile and it eased her anxious nerves. She could do this, she had come this far… she deserved a night of passion, a night of escape. She deserved to feel whatever bliss this escort was going to give her.