Chapter 11: Hotel Wyatt Regency

One of the largest hotels in the city, the Wyatt Regency’s main tower included 25 floors of rooms surrounding a central atrium. Unabashed, the four teens craned their necks upwards while Carolina and Peter dealt with the desk clerk.

Then, the teens followed them to the elevator bank and rode quietly up to the 24th floor. Stepping out, they saw a wall sign for Rooms 2401-16 on the left. Theirs was 2402, and they couldn’t help but look over the railing of the walkway. Far below, they watched the tiny people crossing the atrium floor and working the front desk.

Room 2402, the three-bedroom suite, was impressively opulent. Ted and Val Bailey had never imagined themselves in such a setting. The same was true of Abel Santos and Nan Soares.

Up in the suite, the three pairs selected their bedrooms. Peter lightly growled at the teens.

“Listen. We took you out for a full dinner. Don’t call room service. We will pick you up for breakfast. Stay out of the little fridge and the snacks, too. Everything available to eat and drink in the room is stupidly overpriced. Make sure all the beds look like they were slept in, even though Carolina and I will be gone tonight.

“I want to see all eight of your eyes. I’ll wait. Listen carefully; we spent almost seven thousand dollars on this suite for you tonight. We could have bought a used car for that much money.

“I will erupt in ways you have never imagined if you damage anything, cause trouble, or otherwise draw attention to yourselves.

“Remember what we told you. Be kind, be gentle, and be QUIET. You don’t want anyone to know you four are here on your own. Expect us back at 9:00 tomorrow.”

Carolina added, “Abel, Ted, I know you will enjoy yourselves if you listen to your partners and always respect them the way you should. Nan, Val, you’re nervous; it’s natural. But this experience will lead to a future full of pleasure and fun. Don’t be scared of the hymen—her cherry. Most likely, you’ll feel a little pinch or sting and see a little bit of blood. Encourage your partners; be open. They can’t read your minds. If they do something you like or don’t like, open your mouths and TELL them. I love you all, and I know you’ll be happy and hungry when I see you next.”

Peter added, “Everything she said is right. Make us proud.”

With that, they left, leaving four anxious, nervous, excited, and amorous teens behind.

Abel saw the remote control.

“I wonder how many channels this big TV gets?”

Val screamed and began pummeling him with a throw pillow. Then she got hold of herself, worried about damaging the pillow. Val stalked to their selected bedroom and slammed the door.

“I fucked up,” groaned Abel.

“You really did,” agreed Nan, sympathetically. Ted gave him a disbelieving stare.

“Abel, why are you here? To make jokes? To hurt my sister’s feelings?”

“Oh, hell no.”

“Don’t you love Val?” asked Nan.

“More than I can say.”

“Then, I suggest you go knock on that door and tell her how sorry you are. Look, we’re all nervous, agitated, and on edge. But Val needs to know you are serious, not just joking around.”

“Don’t be stupid, Abel. I’m hoping Nan and I can have a fantastic time together tonight, thanks to Carolina and Roger’s generosity. It’s an expensive gift from them to us, right? And I feel honored by Nan to be doing something like this with her. It’s her first time, Abel. Don’t you get it? Nobody else on the planet is going to have this chance.

“Val expects you to take tonight seriously, not clown around. Do you get it?”

“I do,” Abel answered, somberly.

Nan addressed him coldly. “She’s probably back there crying because of your disrespect. If Ted did what you did, he would never get another chance with me. Go on back there, and the first thing you say to her better be an apology, or Carolina and I will kick your scruffy ass into next week. No, shut up!

“Don’t talk to ME; instead make up with Val. You’ve already taken too much of my time tonight, which I could be spending with Ted. GO!”

“Let’s undress, Ted. I meant what I said; tonight, I’m here for you. I want to enjoy every minute we have together.”

“You’re right, but can I undress you? I’ve been imagining that all week.”

“Really, why?”

“What a dumb question! Because I’ve been building a mental picture of your body, and I’m sure the actual Nan is one thousand percent better. Here, sit on the mattress, and I’ll get your socks and shoes off.”

“I don’t think so.”

“No? Why?”

“What *I* have been imagining is your kisses to start me off.”

“Oh, of course. Mnph! Mnph! Wow! You’re excited and exciting.”

“Yeah, I feel your hard-on poking my belly. Alright, I’m sitting now; you can massage my feet. Ooh, yes, hold them and squeeze them.”