Chapter 3

She was huffing a bit when she got to him. “Look I’ll pay for your ride if you share and let me go where I need first. My plane was delayed twice and I’m late for my first shift at work as it is.”

Jason wanted to get to his hotel but he didn’t want to hold her up. First days and all. “I can wait, no need to pay for anything.” He turned to walk away.

“Come on, don’t be silly. I don’t bite,” she said as the driver took her bags. “I’m just going ten minutes outside the airport. The car rental place I used is staying open and said I can still get the car if I can get there before the last customer gets there. He was delayed for an emergency on his flight.”

“Nelson car rentals?” he asked as the driver took his bags.

“Yes, how did ... no way you are that last customer?”

He laughed. “I guess so.” He waved the driver away from the door and opened it for her. “I don’t mind sharing, but we split the cost.”

She smiled and nodded, getting in. He jogged around to get in on the other side. She was a talkative one. She introduced herself instantly. “Kathy Stanton,” she said with a slight southern drawl. She told him about taking the job after a divorce from her cheating ex. He was screwing another man. She didn’t care about that she was openly bisexual. Jason was surprised that she had just opened up to him. She just needed someone to talk to, he guessed. Somehow, she had managed to slide right beside him.

When they arrived, the driver got their bags and set them outside the rental office door. They went to split the bill. She had a much larger bill, and the driver didn’t have change. Jason just paid it all. She was so apologetic. She paused at the door. Turned to him and grinned. “I have to ask, how was the mile-high club?” she laughed at his expression of shock. “Did I forget to mention the job I’m taking? Resident supervisor for the night shift at the LA Memorial Hospital. A bi doctor. From the smell, she was something.”

He was dumbfounded. It had been a few hours, and he didn’t think anyone would smell anything. He followed her in and to the woman waiting patiently. She already had the paperwork done, and all that she needed was a credit card and a driver’s license. Then, there is the customary inspection before signing off on the rental. Ever the gentleman, he grabbed her bags for her and carried them to her rental, a medium-sized car. His was right next to hers, and it was the same manufacturer, though he opted for the SUV.

She grabbed him and gave him a hard kiss. “If I had the time, I would try to see if I could persuade you to let me taste. Would love to know if she tasted as good as she smells.”

“Better,” he grinned and she groaned. He moved aside and she shut the trunk. She hurried and was off before he could turn to get his bags. The rental woman was locking up and said good night despite witnessing it all. He grabbed his bags and sat in the car for five minutes to unwind. It had been a day. Finally, he got the nav system up and running entering the destination and he too was off.

The hotel was thirty minutes away. It wasn’t a high-end one but it wasn’t the cheapest either. He parked and decided to take one bag of clothes and the others he would get in the morning. The man behind the counter was pleasant enough, if not a little snooty. He just pointed and dryly gave directions to the room. He did mention the indoor and outdoor pools and exercise room. There was also a restaurant and bar inside the hotel. Since he had booked a four-week stay, breakfast was complimentary.

It had been a long day. When he got into the room he was amazed. It was not grand but it was the biggest he had been in. There were two beds and a large sitting area with a fifty-inch television three game consoles and a digital sound system. Then again at a hundred dollars a night, it should have been something.

He showered and cleaned off the funk from the wild time with the ladies, with some regret, and the dirt along with it. He was asleep almost as soon as he hit the bed.

A new day began and he was up at five o’clock, an hour later than usual. He dressed in workout clothes and spent an hour in the hotel gym then a half hour in the steam room. When he came out, he decided to try to extend his stay two more weeks. He didn’t think he would find anything permanent that fast and he could always leave early if he did.

The man at the registration desk was happier than the one the night before and was more than happy to check the reservations. As luck had it there wasn’t any for that room so he could extend it, and they took off twenty percent of the room for the longer stay. along with dinner once a week.

He was at the elevator when he heard running footsteps. Both Cleo and Patrice were heading his way.

They embraced and then complained of the sweaty feel with a laugh. He apologized saying he just spent an hour in the gym and a half in the steam room. He asked if they wanted to come up and wait as he showered. Then they could go for breakfast. They agreed and skipped into the elevator apologizing for not waiting for him the day before, but they had to get a room before they were all booked. They also need their schedules since they had missed their next flights. The airline went with backups not knowing what was going to happen. When they got to the room he half joked that he could use the company and they should stay with him. They were very quick to accept. Both women followed him in the bathroom. The shower was just big enough for all three of them. Patrice gave him another great blowjob while Cleo opted to get her ass fucking that she missed getting on the plane. His five-minute shower turned to thirty. As they dried off and dressed, they told him about their schedules. Patrice was leaving in three days to Vegas then on to Japan. Cleo was four days and a night before she was off to New York then a change to Tampa. That was home and she would be doing a regular schedule from there.

On the way out, he stopped at the desk to tell them he was having guests for five days this week. It wasn’t an issue to add the extra charge for the double occupancy. The man behind the counter was smiling as he fixed the registration.

“Normally people don’t say anything just sneak everyone in. It is refreshing to see not everyone is dishonest.” He told them the added fee and the girls were handing him cards to charge the excess to.

The days with the ladies was like a lightning strike. Quick, intense and electrifying. They were doing everything from fucking in the car at the beach to just regular old site seeing. They ate out in simple little places, but no fast food. They all drank but never more than a few. The day before Patrice was to leave, Cleo had left them to do a little shopping, and she had a grin on her face that spoke a volume as to the type of shopping. Then it was Patrice’s last day with them, Cleo grabbed a bag she had hidden and vanished to the bathroom, leaving them in the bed. When she came out she was strutting and sporting a large strap on. Patrice squealed at a frequency that should have shattered glass. It was her day and it was all about her. She was getting pounded by both sometimes in the same hole. She was loving it. They helped her pack up and took her around to make sure she had whatever she needed before taking her for an early dinner. Then it was time to go to the airport. After hugging Patrice gave him her number and told him she would call the hotel if she got back to the city before the end of the month. She wasn’t crying, but she seemed less happy. He was amazed. He thought this was just a fling for them. Cleo went with her all the way, while Jason waited. She had brought her car and was turning it back in. She would just go with him anywhere they wanted. One place was the post office to mail all of the toys home. She couldn’t sneak those on the plane. They were just back from lunch when the desk called her and said she had a package. She had ordered something and it came right on time.

She thanked the clerk and took the package to the small lounge area. She opened it and pulled out the new prepaid phone. She added her number than Patrice’s before calling to set it up. She sent the number to Patrice with the message, “It’s Jason. New temp phone. Missing you already beautiful.”

It took a moment to get a reply. “Awe that is sweet. But I know you like Cleo more. She is sexy as hell. Give her a great big O for me. XOXOXO”

“I’ll be thinking of you when I fuck her sexy ass. Have a great trip beautiful. Don’t spend too much there in Vegas. Be safe. Got to go charge this thing.”

“LOL,” she got back.

She didn’t charge it. After deleting the messages, she turned it off and put it in the box with the note she had prepared. She asked if they could hold it for Jason until after she left. He had seen them together from the first day and understood. He was happy to.

For the rest of the day, they laid in bed and played, slowly fucked just to feel the connection and she let him drain her tits. They even went late to the pool and had a swim, enjoying the pool to themselves. She felt as if she was on her honeymoon, even if it was only for a short time. Her flight was not until late the next day and she wanted to go to the beach. She wanted the last hours to be truly memorable. She loved the ocean. They found a secluded little spot away from everyone. The managed to have sex, once on the beach once in the ocean. They did it one last time in the shower, before having an early dinner. They talked about whatever came to mind. Cleo was very opinionated.

She was worse than Patrice was when she had left. Cleo was in tears as she hugged him and said goodbye. She turned away from his attempted kiss taking it to the cheek. She just turned away at a fast trot through the check gate. She never looked back. He didn’t understand why he thought it would be different. Perhaps he was still a touch jaded. They had had their fun, and so had he. It was unexpected. As he drove back to the motel, he thought back over the past few days. Though there were things that he would change, mostly he had a good time. It had been a long time since he could say that.

The hotel was busy when he got back. He made his way past the dozen people waiting to check in and to his room. It felt somehow larger than it was. It took two days to get out of the funk he was in. He finally cleaned up and started what he had come there to do. Starting anew.

The next day felt empty without the ladies there. He hadn’t expected to miss their presence that much. They were there less than a week but made an impression. Neither of them had put any expectations on the time they spent there. All they wanted was to have a good time. Although it was still there in his mind, his distrust of the fairer sex had diminished.

He turned on the television and tuned it to the news. He wanted to just lay in the bed and not do anything. Patrice and Cleo had offset his agenda, even if it was in a good way. Fortunately, he had arranged for two weeks off before he had to head out to San Bernardino. It wasn’t what he had been planning, but it was what he had agreed to. He still had a few days left, leaving him free to do whatever. He had played the tourist with the ladies, but there were other things to see and do. He went and sat at his laptop for a half hour as the news played. Nothing grabbed his attention as he looked for places to go, things to do. Forty-five minutes and he had a list of things that neither of the ladies had mentioned. They were content going shopping and walking to museums or art exhibits. Every day they wanted to find a restaurant with things that they had never had before. He had no issues with that. Even he could enjoy shopping. The thought of food had his stomach rumbling. He closed down his laptop, then went to grab a change of clothes. The shower felt as empty as the bed, but it didn’t take him thirty minutes to finish this time. It was refreshing and invigorating at the same time, a bit depressing. He dressed in jeans and a tee shirt but put on a long sleeve dress shirt he could remove later on. He sighed as he slid his wallet into his back pocket and the room card in the shirt pocket. He found himself checking for his phone, knowing it wasn’t there. The forensic team could have downloaded what they needed, but something in the laws said they needed the devices as well. He would call later to see if there was a better time estimate on getting his things back. He grabbed his car keys.

For the first time since he arrived, he went downstairs to the hotel’s restaurant. It was like the hotel. Nice, but not over the top fancy. A place you could bring a date to. There were very few seated. From what he saw, the staff outnumbered the customers. He asked the hostess for a table against the back wall. The corner if it was available. She paused only slightly to look at him and shrugged.

“Are you expecting a guest?” she asked as she led the way. Usually, only couples wanted the corner tables.