"Damn" Chelsea thought as she was
waking up. "It's happened again". After a quick look at her watch
she realized this episode had been an all-nighter. At 5:30am the
sun was just beginning to shine light on her city. In less than 2
hours she would need to be at work. Not completely sure of where
she was she took stock of her surroundings.
The dark motel
room was sparsely furnished and smelled of mildew covered over by
cheap disinfectant. The cheap room was representative of various
roach motels in the area. The ones that rent rooms by the hour,
night or even week for those desperately in need of shelter or
anonymity. Though there were no tell tale signs to distinguish
this from any of the other motels in the city, Chelsea knew where
she was. She had woken many times to find herself here.
The Harrison, a
one story motel with 15 rooms was built on the outskirts of town.
It attracted all types from truckers to hookers and the
occasional clandestine affair. The manager was known to keep his
mouth shut for the right price. Slip him an extra twenty at check
in and you were guaranteed confidentiality. This unspoken
knowledge was the reason behind the heavy traffic the Harrison
saw. The motel itself was dirty, poorly decorated and offered no
amenities but at any given day of the week the rooms were being
quick stock of herself. She didn't have to explore too far to
realize the night she spent in the motel room was not alone. It
never was. Her legs were still heavy and her body had all the
tell tale signs of a night of passion. After a quick look around,
she confirmed she was now alone, her unknown lover having left
while she slept. Chelsea longed for answers but was incredibly
relieved by his absence nonetheless.
her memory trying for any recollection of the prior evenings
events. She remembered leaving her house around ten and heading
to the local hotspot in town. That's the last clear memory she
had of the evening. Other memories came in flashes. Ordering a
drink, making contact with the man across the bar, flashes of
bodies entangled together. She couldn't remember his face or
leaving the bar. She had no recollection of arriving at the motel
or of the mystery lover leaving. This was nothing new. As hard as
she tried she could not recall the pertinent details of her
wild did last night get?" she asked the empty room.
Judging from the ache in her body she guessed probably a seven on
a scale of one to ten. It may have been gymnastics worthy but
seemed devoid of any light or heavy bondage or even worse. There
had been times in the last six months that she had woken to being
tied to the bed or marks on her body with no idea how they got
there. The scarier implications of those nights had been almost
more then she could bear.
those thoughts she glanced in the mirror. Even though her dark
auburn hair was a disheveled mess and her makeup from the night
before was streaked across her face she was still unbelievably
attractive. Everything about her looks screamed sex from her
shoulder length curls to her smoky gray eyes and her full lips.
She was curvy in all the right ways with full hips and breasts a
slim waist and flat abs. She had the type of body that could pull
off the skimpiest clothes or a business suit with ease.
with her to put herself back together again she would have to
return home before work. At six o'clock she had enough time to
get across town to her condo and take a quick shower.
going to have to wait" she thought as she hurried
from the room.
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