“The next thing I knew, I was awake and naked in the hotel room and…”
I had leaned over the tub, reaching to turn on the hot water, when I heard a loud bang. The bathroom rattled and I had a small heart attack, thinking it was Axel, maybe punching the wall, but when I looked up, he hadn’t moved.
He motioned to me to leave the water off and remain silent, before he glanced at the closed bathroom door.
“Ugh. Fuck this shit door.” Fancy’s usually feminine voice was a little muffled through the walls, but I could still recognize her.
Then there was a click and then the scrape of a door, the main one from the hallway. She was in the room.
So much for hearing what Axel had to say. I looked him, but he was impossible to read and totally focused on the door, and then he shifted to hover by the door, ready and waiting.
Fancy had probably come back to the room to sleep. I didn’t want to spook her. I was about to call out to her to let her know we were here, when she said something, her voice low and muffled. She wasn’t talking to us.
Then who exactly was she talking to?
Axel fished the earpiece out of his pocket and put it in his ear. He held the door open just a sliver, peeking out.
I took up the clean towel and wrapped it around my body. I stood behind Axel, waiting. Sometimes Fancy talked to herself, and I only hoped that was the case.
I heard another voice, distinctly male, and not Fancy’s usual male voice. “Nice place,” he said. “Not as nice as you.”
The voice was older, mature…and seductive.
Oh God…
“Babycakes”—Fancy’s voice lightened in pitch, more feminine, and she giggled—“you haven’t even seen the nice part yet.”
Axel kept the bathroom door open a crack and remained where he was. My eyes, despite not wanting to, went immediately to the crack, and I bent around Axel to peek out.
He tried to shove me behind the door, and I couldn’t blame him. I didn’t want to be seen either, but I also couldn’t help wanting to see what was going on. I angled myself until I could see through the crack, and I had a full view of the bed.
Fancy was sitting on the edge of it, wearing her yellow bikini, bright against her dark skin. Her arms and neck were covered in jewelry of all sizes, rings stacked on her fingers and necklaces layered on top of each other. Bracelets rattled against one another.
Her knees parted, revealing everything to whoever she was with. Whoever was in front of her would have to be blind not to see her male genitals.
The man said nothing, but I heard a shuffling noise and wasn’t exactly sure what he might be doing. Who was he?
Fancy pulled her rings off her fingers, tossing them casually on one corner of the bed. She was licking her lips and looking longingly at someone I couldn’t see.
She curled her fingers at him. “Come on in,” she said.
Did she know we were here? Sometimes she enjoyed making Axel uncomfortable, but I didn’t think she’d go this far.
The man approached her, finally in my line of view. He had graying hair, a muscled figure and strong-looking limbs, though I couldn’t see his face. His arms and back were hairy, and he wore a thick gold watch. There were wrinkles on his hands and sun spots on his skin. He wore a tight Speedo and he angled his groin toward her.
Erm. Not my type, but was Fancy into older guys?
“I like a tease,” he said. “But why don’t we get that little bitty bikini off of you?”
I swallowed and sank to the floor slowly. I wanted to crawl into the corner and not watch, but I had to pay attention in case they decided to come in here at any point. I pressed my back to Axel’s legs, and he stood firm where he was.
I wasn’t sure what I’d do if they saw us peeking out at them. I also couldn’t stop looking out there. It was like a horror film I couldn’t peel my eyes away from.
Fancy looked up at the man’s face and puckered her thick lips, the red lipstick vibrant and glittery. She reached around her back, untying the string to her top and exposing herself to him. Her crafted breasts were bubbles on her frame, too perfectly perky to be real. She puffed her chest out as she dropped the bikini on top of her pile of rings.
The man stepped forward, reaching out to touch one breast. I stared at the mole on his back, and the mountain of hair he had all along his shoulders and down his spine.
Ugh. I couldn’t watch! I covered my face but peeked through my fingers, my eyes wide. I nudged Axel’s leg, urging him to say something.
He remained still, his hand on the door, the other on the wall as he leaned, giving me space to watch.
Shouldn’t we say something? The fact that he hadn’t made me wonder if he knew who the man was. Maybe what was happening was too important to interrupt.
Fancy smacked his hand away with a teasing grin. “Nuh-uh,” she said and then winked at the man. She moved her hands over her own breasts, covering her nipples and spreading her legs further apart, giving him full view of her manhood that protruded out of her bikini bottoms. “Someone promised to worship me like the goddess I am. Someone better keep his promise.”
The guy knelt in front of her instantly. “You’re so hot,” he said. “I’m going to make you gush like a waterfall.”
I held back the urge to cry out in frustration. Please, please don’t do this right now, I thought. I was so tired. So itchy. All I wanted was a shower and some sleep. Maybe I should have opted to stay with Doyle.
I sat back on my heels, my hand covering my mouth. I couldn’t watch anymore. I couldn’t start the shower, but maybe I could crawl into the tub and sleep through this. We could lock the door and hide in here until they went away.
There was a sudden thud, and then a shaking of the wall nearby. Axel’s arm muscles tightened on the door to stop it from moving.
“Open this door!” A woman’s high-pitched voice came from outside the room.
I peeked out again, ready with fists, not caring if I was naked or if I got blamed for being in the middle of this. I just needed to get out of here and to somewhere not so insane. I held on to Axel’s leg to give myself some leverage to stand if I needed.
The man stood up, reaching for a feathery pink robe that was on the floor. “Shit! How’d she find me?”
Fancy stood up, mouth open, her hands covering her breasts. “She? You’re marr
ied?”
“I can hear you in there! Open up!” the woman yelled, pounding on the door again.
I cringed, though I was happy someone had come along. My whole body was stiff. I could have cried. Take him away! Drag him out by his ear. Serves him right.
The man grabbed Fancy’s arm, hauled her up, looked around the room and then headed toward the bathroom.
No! I scrambled to get up, but the only place to escape to was the tub.
I didn’t have to think long, because Axel scooped me up into his arms and stepped sideways into the tub, hiding in the corner.
“You can’t do this to me,” Fancy said as she was shoved into the bathroom, wearing just her bikini bottoms.
She landed on the floor in a heap on top of my clothes.
The door shut solidly. Before Fancy got up, I heard the door to the hallway opening.
Axel set me down on my feet and went to the door again, stepping over Fancy to do it. His hand was on the door handle, ready.
Fancy blinked at Axel, trying to straighten herself and get up.
“What are you doing in there?” the wife said.
“Honey, it’s nothing,” the man said in a weird high-pitched voice. “I helped a woman to her room is all.”
“Like hell you did,” she said.
Fancy was on her feet, scolding eyes on Axel, reaching for his hand that was holding the handle.
She was going to open the door! I lunged at her and we collided on the tile. She grasped me, and then the counter, holding herself up to stop herself from falling. She pushed me, warding me off.
“Don’t!” I hissed. The last thing I wanted was some catfight between her and this wife. If security got called, my cover would be blown.
Fancy spun on me, her man-hands grabbing me by the elbows. Her eyes went wide, the false lashes fluttering as her lips made an O shape for a minute. “You…” she said in a whisper. “You’re here? You’re alive?” She closed her arms around me, drawing me in until her boobs were squished up against mine in the towel. “Oh my God!” she squeaked. “I can’t believe it!”
Axel gave us both a death glare, warning us to be quiet.
“I know who’s in there,” the woman at the outside door said. There were footsteps and then someone was banging on the door of the bathroom. “Open up.”