Hotel O

It’s quiet for some time, and for a second there, I wonder if I’ve chased him off.

D: What if I told you that knowing that might scare you off?

Wait. Is he actually admitting he’d rather not see me gone? I smile. He’s actually afraid I might not want him anymore.

NaughtyKitten: Try me.

Maybe there’s more to this than what he wants to admit.

D: No.

NaughtyKitten: Aw, c’mon.

D: It’ll jeopardize my job.

NaughtyKitten: I promise I won’t tell anyone.

D: Promises don’t mean anything.

I’m feeling a little hurt by that comment, but I get it. Without the relationship factor, there’s little holding me back from spreading the news. No matter what I tell him, he can’t believe it because there’s no risk in it for me.

Except losing him.

That’s a big risk right now.

But I doubt he’s aware.

D: It’s not because I don’t want to.

Oh … now we’re getting somewhere.

NaughtyKitten: No, I know. I just … wonder why you make girls strip. Is it because you offer explicit services to the hotel guests?

D: Perhaps.

Aha! Admission.

NaughtyKitten: What kind? Can I see?

D: No.

NaughtyKitten: Aw.

D: It wouldn’t be for you.

NaughtyKitten: You don’t know that.

D: I do, and it’s dangerous. If my boss finds out, I might get fired.

NaughtyKitten: He doesn’t have to find out about us.

D: I get that you’re excited, but being fucked by me should be enough for you.

NaughtyKitten: Fine …

I just want to know what he does for a living. And why this hotel offers such strange services. It must skirt the law, right? Maybe that’s why he’s so iffy about sharing details.

Still, I’m curious to know what it is that they offer exactly. Fun nights out for the guests? Strippers who dance on a stage? Or is it more like an escort service? It could be any of those … or none, and my curiosity is piqued.

D: I don’t have time for this.

Is he backpedaling? Must be because of all my questions. It’s probably getting too hot under his feet.

NaughtyKitten: Sorry, but why did you come online then? Do you want to arrange another hookup?

D: I didn’t say that.

NaughtyKitten: Then what? Just to chat? About what? Work?

D: Never mind.

Suddenly, he logs off.

Goddammit. I guess that’s what I get for being sassy and nosy. I can’t help myself. It’s in my veins to find out more. It’s why I do what I do, why I work here at this magazine, writing articles as if my life depends on it.

I live for the juicy details. And he’s got plenty of them. So many, I could fill an entire magazine with my thoughts and experiences.

I smile to myself. Maybe I should. I mean, I always wanted to write a big hit. And this … this seems like a topic that could go viral. How anonymous sex with a stranger uncovered the biggest kept secret of a hotel. It sounds perfect on paper.

I just need more information. More things to go on. More … of him.

I can’t let him push me out like this. He’s not won this argument yet. And besides, if we’re both so addicted to each other’s bodies, we might as well try to make an effort, right? Who knows what this could become.

I close the website and Google the hotel’s site. It’s about time I did a bit of sleuthing.

And boy … what I find makes me want to giggle.

An event is coming up this weekend. Saturday, nine p.m. VIP pass holders only.

But I don’t need a pass to get in …

After all, I have a young, energetic body and a smart mouth.

Why not put them to good use?

Chapter 16

Kat

When it’s finally Saturday, I put on my sexiest dress. A bombshell red elastic dress that fits tightly around my curves, along with some sky-high pumps. Add red lipstick and some thick eyeliner to the mix and you’ve got the perfect hooker outfit.

Not that I’m fishing for men … or making them pay.

I just want to find out what the hell Declan’s hiding … and how disturbingly fucked up it can be.

I mean, there must be a reason he’s keeping it a secret, and I can’t wait to find out. I wonder if it’s as juicy as I think it is. A bunch of strippers dancing for some rich dudes. If I show up like this, they’ll surely think I belong there.

The bellhop already thought I was one of the girls, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he makes the same mistake twice.

I grab a few of my masks and put on the most sparkly one, smiling when I look at myself in the mirror. Perfect.

I don’t know if a mask is needed, but I better bring one to be sure. After all, we don’t want anyone unnecessarily finding out who I am.

After grabbing my purse, I rush out the door and lock it behind me. There’s no time to waste; it’s almost nine, and I want to be on time for whatever’s about to happen.