Time pirate 3, p.6
Time Pirate 3, page 6
“I don’t know what you mean, but I like the sound of a fancy hotel,” Emily added from the back seat, and when I glanced in the rearview, she flashed me a smile.
“Fancy hotel at The Wharf it is,” I said, and I pointed the car in that direction.
A short while later, the briny air from the Potomac river wafted into the car, and it wasn’t long after that until we pulled up to the InterContinental Hotel at The Wharf.
“Oh, wow, it does look fancy,” Emily breathed as she took in the sight of the tall, waterfront hotel with wide eyes.
“Ask and ye shall receive,” I chuckled.
I parked outside the hotel, and we filed out of the car, where we were immediately greeted by a valet. I told him we had to check in first, and then we made our way up to the gold-framed glass doors. They slid open, and Emily giggled.
“I still love that,” the blonde woman said with a child-like smile. “The doors open for you in the future. I never would have predicted such a spectacle.”
“You’re so amused by the little stuff, it really shows how much we take for granted,” Joan remarked as we crossed the high ceiling and tastefully decorated lobby to the reception desk.
“Totally,” I agreed with a nod.
“Welcome to the InterContinental,” the receptionist said as we approached the desk. He was an older, well-groomed man with deep laugh lines on his face, and he was sure to meet each of our eyes individually. It was clear this guy had been in the business for a while. “Do you have a reservation with us?”
“We don’t actually,” I said as I put on an exaggerated grimace. “This is a bit of a last-minute getaway. Do you have any rooms available for the next, oh, let’s say, two nights? With the option to extend? One bed is fine.”
“Let me just check that for you, sir,” the receptionist said, and he seemed unfazed by my request for one bed between the three of us.
My eyes flickered to his nametag. Jeffrey.
“Thanks, Jeff,” I said with a smile.
Jeffrey clicked and clacked away at the keyboard for a few moments before his face lit up, and he turned to meet my eyes again.
“It looks like we’ve got one room to suit your criteria,” he began. “But it’s in the Penthouse Suite, which comes at a fee of seven hundred and forty a night. How are we feeling about that?”
“Let’s get it booked,” I said, and Joan handed me her bank card.
While most of my money was safely in the Bitcoin account, Joan had transferred a small amount over to one of her savings accounts. Her family often transferred money among each other, so it raised less flags to go into her account. She had immediately put my name on the account and gave me my own card, but if people were following me, I didn’t want to be easily traced, so I passed over Joan’s card to Jeffrey as he set our reservation up. He gave us the usual welcome speech and let us know about all the amenities, like the rooftop pool, the fitness center, the spa, and the luxurious restaurant and bar that also offered room service, of course. Then he passed me the keys and my credit card, and we made our way back out to the Volvo to grab our bags. We let the valet take the car away, and then we returned to the hotel and headed up to our room.
“This is a hotel room?” Emily gasped as she stepped into the large suite, spread her arms wide, and spun around in a circle. “It’s as luxurious as the Presidential Mansion!”
“Costs as much, too,” I muttered to myself, but I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my head.
It was going to take a while to adjust to my new, comfortable lifestyle and to stop immediately reacting negatively to higher price tags, but I’d get used to it soon. Especially when it came with all the amenities like a fancy suite.
The room was bright and airy with a row of tall windows that faced the waterfront. Emily ran over to the window and hopped up and down like a little kid at the county fair.
“Look, we can even see all the ships!” she squealed as her blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. Then she gasped again and pointed out at the sky. “Look! It’s one of those flying things!”
“An airplane,” I said with a nod. “Yeah, we’re not too far from the Ronald Reagan airport.”
“It’s really nice,” Joan agreed as she slowly ambled around the room.
I followed Joan through the suite while Emily marveled at the view. The suite was split into two main areas, the lounge area and the bedroom area. The bedroom area was separated from the rest with a small staircase and a half wall room divider. It was a California King size bed at least, so plenty of room for all three of us. Off the bedroom was a large bathroom with both a Jacuzzi bathtub and a waterfall shower. The lounge area consisted of a large couch, a ridiculously large television, and a fully stocked bar cart. The decorations looked chic and expensive, and when we finished our lap of the suite, I let out a long whistle.
“Damn, so this is what it’s like to be rich?” I shook my head in wonder. “I’ve been missing out.”
“It’s pretty nice, huh?” Joan giggled and then playfully wagged a finger at me. “And you’re new money. That’s so much better than old money. Old money is so stuffy and pretentious.”
“You’re not stuffy and pretentious,” I pointed out.
“That’s because I got away from all that stuff,” the brunette replied with a wave of her hand. “But trust me, I’m the black sheep of my family. They had to beg me to take the townhouse. I wanted to make my own way, rent a room in a shared apartment or something. But my family was scandalized at the very thought. Worried about how it would reflect on them and blah blah blah.”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds pretty controlling,” I said, but then I suddenly swept Joan into my arms and spun her around. “Don’t worry, you can spend all my new money in whatever way you want. Even if your old money family disapproves.”
“My prince!” Joan’s face lit up with joy as I spun her around, and we ended the spin wrapped together in a hug.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Emily skipped over, nestled her way between us to join in on the hug, and sighed happily. “That’s better.”
I held both women against my chest, and my heart was full with joy. I was rich, and I had two beautiful women in a fancy hotel suite. Life couldn’t get much better.
Suddenly, Joan’s stomach let out a loud rumble.
“I forgot I was hungry,” she said with a faint blush.
“I’m starving, too,” I said, and we all broke away from the hug. “Restaurant or room service?”
“What is room service again?” Emily asked.
Joan and I exchanged glances and grinned.
“Room service it is,” I said.
It didn’t take me long to track down the room service menu. Emily ogled at the fancy options, and even I was surprised at the selection. I’d been to semi decent hotels before and ordered room service, but nothing as fancy as this.
Once everyone had decided, I called down and put the order in. While I did that, Joan found three fluffy robes hanging up in the closet, and she waved them back and forth.
“Eat our fancy room service in our fancy robes?”
“Obviously.” I smirked, and Joan tossed one over to me.
The women and I shimmied out of our clothes and down to our underwear, and we threw the fuzzy robes over our shoulders. Then we curled up together on the big couch, and Joan controlled the remote while we waited for our food. The ladies chose some period piece drama romance to watch. I didn’t really follow the story, but there were plenty of gratuitous sex scenes to keep me entertained enough. Period pieces seemed best for Emily anyway, she could relate to those more than she could a modern sitcom.
There was a loud knock on the door just as the first episode was wrapping up, so I jumped up and opened the door to the two uniformed hotel employees. I stepped back as they wheeled the two carts in, and they immediately started setting up our dinner by pulling off the silver domes that covered the food.
“Wow,” Emily gasped at the sight.
Steam emerged from the domes, along with the tantalizing smells of our fancy meal. The employees were quick and efficient, and I slipped them each a fifty before they wheeled the carts away.
“This looks incredible,” Joan breathed, and she took a big whiff of her plate. She’d ordered the pan-seared salmon that was served with a balsamic glaze, cherry tomatoes, and roasted potatoes.
“It’s so much food,” Emily remarked as she took in the sight of her admittedly large portion of chicken parmesan.
“I know,” I said with a toothy grin, and I pointed at my surf and turf. My plate was overflowing with a blackened rib eye steak, a Maryland crab cake, grilled asparagus, steamed rice, and a side of dipping aioli. “And I’m going to eat every bite.”
“Bon appetit,” Joan declared as she picked up her fork.
The three of us tucked into our fancy room service food, and it was every bit as delicious as it looked.
“Ohh, wow,” I moaned as I sank my teeth into my perfectly cooked steak, which was juicy and tender with a nice crisp on the outside.
“Tell me about it,” Joan said as she sliced off a second piece of her flaky, seared salmon. “Everyone needs to try this.”
Joan cut off a piece for me and a piece for Emily and forked it over onto our plates. I returned the favor by giving both ladies a sample of my steak and crab cake, and Emily joined in on the sharing.
“Goodness gracious, what is this?” Emily’s eyes widened as she tried the crab cake. “It’s incredible.”
“Oh, that’s the crab cake, I haven’t tried it yet.” I popped a piece into my mouth, closed my eyes, and moaned. It practically melted in my mouth, and the buttery crab tickled my taste buds delightfully. “Damn, that is incredible.”
“Almost as good as my salmon,” Joan said.
I tried a piece of that, and Joan was right, the salmon was out of this world. Even the chicken parmesan was the best I’d ever tasted.
Of course, we ordered wine with our dinner. I’d ordered a bottle of white for the women to pair with their fish and chicken, and then a red wine to go with my steak, but we weren’t snobs. I poured a glass of each wine for all of us, and the ladies alternated between sipping on the red and white wine.
Once our plates were cleared, we leaned back happily and turned our attention to sipping the wine.
“I am stuffed,” Joan groaned.
Just as the words left her mouth, there was another knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” I said, and I jumped to my feet, with my wine still in hand.
I opened the door, and the same two hotel employees as before smiled at me from the other side with another cart. I gestured them in as the ladies craned their necks to see what was going on.
“We hope you enjoyed your meal,” one of the employees said as he started to clear away the plates.
“It was beautiful, thank you,” Joan said.
“Compliments to the chef!” Emily added loudly as she raised her glass in the air and giggled.
She was so cute when she was tipsy.
“Hopefully you enjoy the dessert even more,” the second employee said as he pushed the cart up to the table and pulled one of the silver domes away with a flourish to reveal a thick, gooey brownie with raspberry sauce drizzled over it and a dollop of vanilla ice cream nestled against it.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Joan said with a grin. “I can make room for brownies.”
The two employees finished clearing and setting the rest. I’d also ordered a slice of strawberry cheesecake and a slice of praline chocolate cake. And a bottle of dessert wine, of course. I slipped the employees another tip before they left, and then I joined the women to dig into the desserts.
“We’re sharing all of these, right?” Joan asked, spoon in hand, as she eyed all three desserts hungrily.
“Of course,” I laughed before I picked up my own spoon and plunged it into the cheesecake.
And the chaos began. We laughed and batted each other’s spoons away as we tried to get the best pieces of our favorite dessert, and the wine flowed freely, maybe a little too freely, because Emily ended up spilling half a glass over her robe just as we finished up the desserts.
“Oh, no!” she cried out as she attempted to mop it up with the sleeve of her robe. “Drats, I’m so, so sorry, Francis. Is this going to be expensive to clean?”
“Don’t be silly.” I waved away her concern. “It’s just a robe, it’s fine.”
“Shoot,” the blonde woman said as she pulled the robe away from her skin. “It’s soaked through.”
“Good thing there’s that big, fancy Jacuzzi tub,” Joan said as she pushed herself up to her feet, and her small face lit up. “Oh, Em, you don’t even know what that is. Come see this, you’re going to love it.”
“Oh, I need to see your face when you see this,” I snickered.
We all grabbed our glasses of wine, and Joan led the way up the short staircase to the bathroom. She made a beeline for the Jacuzzi tub, and she seemed to be an expert on the things. The small brunette woman sat on the edge of the tub and ran the water, and then she pressed a few buttons on the LED screen on the side of the tub until the jets started going.
“What in the devil is that?” Emily asked, and her blue eyes widened in confusion.
“It’s super fun.” Joan sighed happily as she dipped a hand into the bubbling water and swirled it around. “It feels so nice and relaxing. Go on, try it.”
“If you insist,” Emily said with a shrug. She handed me her wine glass, and then she pulled her robe off and let it fall to her feet, so she was standing there with just her matching pink bra and thong set. She giggled as she started to remove those as well.
“Dinner and a show,” I remarked, and my dick twitched as Emily tugged her bra off and let her large breasts spill out.
“Well, I want in on this.” Joan hopped up from the edge of the tub, set her wine glass down on a nearby table, and dropped her robe at her feet. She was wearing a black bra and a blue thong, and she joined Emily’s side as she pulled her bra off.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I said as I grinned at the two topless women in front of me.
“Not yet,” Emily said in a sultry voice.
Both women started slowly walking toward me with sly grins on their faces. Joan took the two wine glasses from my hands while Emily slid her hands under my robe and pushed it off until it fell to my feet, and I was standing there with just my boxer briefs.
Then Emily took one of my hands while Joan took the other, and they led me over to the Jacuzzi. Once we reached the edge of the tub, Joan tugged my boxer briefs down, and my erection sprung out at full mast. Then Joan kneeled down at my feet, blinked her big, brown eyes up at me, and smiled.
“Now you’re in heaven,” she murmured before she wrapped her mouth around my cock.
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“Ohhhh, myyyy,” I groaned as her wet, hot mouth started working its magic.
“Mmmmm,” Joan moaned, and the vibrations sent a tingling sensation up and down my shaft.
Suddenly, I felt another pair of hands wrap around my torso from behind. Then I felt Emily’s face press against my back before she slid it up and started gently nibbling and kissing my neck and shoulders. The soft sensations caused me to shiver with pleasure, and Emily giggled in delight.
“You’re so sexy,” she whispered into my ear.
“No, you,” I murmured, and I let my head fall back into her soft blonde hair.
Then Joan flicked her tongue against the tender tip of my cock, and I instantly groaned in pleasure and wrapped my fingers through her thick brunette hair.
“Your moans make me wet,” Emily whispered as she pushed her bare tits against my back.
“Everything about you both makes me so fucking hard,” I breathed as Joan looked up at me with twinkling eyes.
“Mmmm,” Joan hummed before she pulled my cock out of her mouth with a loud slurping sound. A dribble of saliva fell from the tip of my dick and splattered on the cool tile floor beneath me while Joan wiped her mouth. “I say we all get wet.”
She jerked her head to the bubbling Jacuzzi behind her and bit her lip seductively.
“I’m up for that,” I said, and I grabbed Joan’s hand and pulled her to her feet.
I suddenly spun her around and inched her forward until her thin thighs bumped against the edge of the tub. I pushed her shoulders down so she was bent over in front of me, and I gave her small round ass a little slap. Then I tugged her black thong down until it fell at her feet, and she kicked the scrap of fabric away.
“Oooh,” Joan giggled as she waved her ass at me. She slid her hands over the edge of the tub so her hands were in the water, and she was holding herself up against the bottom of the tub.
“Looks like you’re already wet,” I growled as I slid a hand across her exposed pink pussy.
“I’m always wet for you,” Joan purred as her dark eyes found mine over her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I muttered, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed my shaft, guided it to her dripping entrance, and gently pushed my tip against her wet pussy. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight hole down until it wrapped around my cock and gripped hard.
“Ooooooh,” Joan sighed as all of her muscles tightened, and her head tipped back. “Your giant cock feels soooo good inside me.”
“Your pussy is so tight,” I breathed through gritted teeth as my cock stroked in and out.
I sensed movement from my right side, and I glanced over to see a naked Emily slipping into the jetted water.
“I need a better view of this,” the sexy blonde woman giggled. Her big tits swung deliciously as she waded through the water and positioned herself in front of Joan, and she slid down the tub so she was face to face with Joan as I fucked the brunette from behind.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
The water splashed all around Emily’s beautiful tits, and Joan lifted a hand from the water and cupped Emily’s right breast. The harder I fucked her, the harder she squeezed Emily’s breast, so I grabbed hold of her hips even harder and thrust with ferocity while Joan cried out in pleasure.
