Chapter 4: Getting Ready at the Hotel

We kept teasing each other for most of the ride in. If anything, all our banter about fucking my dad was getting me even hornier and the closer we got to our destination, the more my thoughts turned towards the upcoming events. Kristen was saying anything about it though, so I just kept any more questions to myself. When we got to the hotel, Kristen pulled up to the valet parking section and smiled at the cute guy who opened the door for her.

“Hey Kristen, great to see you again!” he greeted her. Sheesh, was she THAT much of a regular here that the valets knew her by name?

“Hi Mike, get any lately?”

God, she was always such a tease! The girl never took a break from it but I knew she loved the attention and the way guys like Mike looked at her, even dressed in jeans and a heavy winter coat.

“Who’s the babe?” Mike said, nodding towards me as Kristen got out of the car.

“My cousin, wanna do her?”

I just shook my head and headed for the door before it went any further. Kristen ran up to join me and grabbed my arm after we went through the revolving entrance door.

“Shit, loosen up Kelly,” she teased me.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes as we headed for the elevators. Apparently she knew where to go as I hadn’t a clue. As we passed a monitor I noticed it had a schedule up for some convention which I assumed was the one we were heading for. Funny, it didn’t mention anything about a hospitality suite!

Kristen pushed the button for the 4th floor. We were the only ones in there and had anyone seen us, we would have looked like any other two girls our age, nothing special or sexy, just two girls dressed casually for winter. When the door opened we were on one of the regular floors and I wondered where we were headed as I had been expecting to go to a floor with conference rooms or suites. Kristen headed down the hallway without hesitation so I just followed along. We got to a room where she knocked and a woman opened the door. She looked to be in their thirties or maybe even forties and smiled as she welcomed us in.

“Good to have you tonight Kristen,” she said, giving her a peck on the cheek, “And this must be your sexy cousin I’ve heard so much about.”

I glanced at Kristen, wondering what exactly she had been telling people about me and who was this woman anyway?

“Oh, sorry, where are my manners. I’m Trish,” she said, turning to me and offering her hand. I felt a little awkward shaking it, like I was being introduced at some business meeting.

“Come on in, the other girls are already here.”

Sure enough, there were two other girls already in the room. Apparently Trish was the organizer or maybe even Kristen’s boss (later I learned she worked for Kristen’s agency to organize events like this). The other girls looked to be about our age as well. I noticed they must have worn similar outfits as well however their jeans and coats were tossed on one of the beds while the two of them were snuggled together on the other bed. I suppose I should mention they were both nude as well! One was a blonde and the other a redhead although with their pussies shaved, I couldn’t confirm if that was their natural hair colors. The redhead was VERY red so I doubted it was natural and the blonde was definitely bleached.

“Kristen, I’m sure you remember Barbie and Alicia from last week,” Trish said and then she turned to me and added, “I have to apologize for them being rude and not waiting for you girls, they got here early and were bored - you know how it is.”

Yeah right, like I knew how it was! Maybe this was standard procedure for Kristen, but I wasn’t use to this group working relationship thing. I wasn’t complaining, they were both gorgeous and if anything, I felt a little self- conscious. I would never think of myself as ugly, but most guys tell me they like me for my “girl-next-door” looks, not that I am some model or centerfold. The two girls on the bed look like they were fresh out of a men’s magazine shoot! I long ago reconciled myself that when Kristen and I were together, most men looked at her first but now I felt a little out of my element.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got,” Trish said to me.

Kristen was already stripping off her clothes so I figured it was expected of me. Where was the convention we were suppose to be going to? The last thing I had expected was to get it on with two other girls and Kristen in a standard hotel room while some women my mom’s age watched!

“Nice tits,” Trish said approvingly, reaching out to cup my right boob with her hand.

It was like I was being inspected or something. She wasn’t trying to play with me or turn me on, more like she was judging a piece of produce in a supermarket.

“Yeah, the guys are going to love you,” she said as she let go of my boob and moved around to take a closer look at my now bare ass. Her hand grabbed my butt cheek as if to determine the firmness and she let go quickly.

“Oh yeah, you’ll do great,” she summarized, her arms folded as she looked me up and down. You’re on the pill I assume?”

I nodded and she put her hand to her cheek thoughtfully.

“You don’t mind going bareback tonight, do you?”

That caught me bit by surprise. Normally, I HATE condoms. Personally, wearing a condom is the most selfish thing a man can do during sex. HE gets all the pleasure and cums, regardless of whether he wears one or not. But what about me? One of the things I love about being fucked is knowing a man is shooting his load of sperm into me. Depending on the guy, the amount varies and although usually I can’t even really feel it the key thing is KNOWING he is cumming in me, KNOWING I am fulfilling his biggest desire. Wearing a condom robs me of that and so I hate them. Of course, in this day and age a little caution is needed so I had already resigned myself that tonight intimacy most likely wasn’t on the menu. Trish must have read the expression on my face as she pursed her lips, looked over at Kristen and then back at me again.

“Hmmmmmm, now Kelly, Kristen assured me that you knew what you were getting into and that you wouldn’t have any problems with any of this,” she said in a tight voice, looking at Kristen again as she continued, “We’re NOT going to have any problems tonight, ARE we?”

“Don’t worry Trish, Kelly’s cool...,” Kristen tried to say before Trish waved her hand at her to shut up.

“I’m asking Kelly so just shut up Kristen...,” she said curtly and then turned back to me, “So what’s the story girl, you ready to put out tonight or not?”

Obviously MY definition of “putting out” wasn’t as broad as hers. As much as I wanted to do this, I also knew I had to draw the line somewhere.