Abbie and Jake check in

The bellboy got a bit of a peek as Abbie flashed the valet, and smiled. He loaded their luggage onto a rolling wagon, and followed Jake and Abbie into the hotel.

The hotel lobby exuded an air of opulence and refinement, with its expansive space, polished marble floors, and tasteful decor. Artistic masterpieces adorned the walls, while the exquisite furniture, crafted from the finest wood, added to the overall ambiance of the space.

Two distinct areas defined the lobby's layout, with the first being an open-plan section that featured a cozy seating area, complete with a warm and inviting fireplace, and an attentive concierge desk. The second section was more intimate, with a bar and a piano providing an elegant setting for guests to unwind and relax.

The seating area, arranged around the marble fireplace, was furnished with plush armchairs and sofas that exuded comfort and luxury. The paintings adorning the walls depicted breathtaking landscapes and seascapes that further elevated the lobby's beauty. The concierge, stationed at the center of the lobby, was always on hand to offer exceptional service and cater to guests' every need, whether it was making dinner reservations or arranging transportation.

Jake strolled up to the front desk. "Reservation for the weekend, name is Jacob Lewis."

When Abbie heard him at the desk, she had a new wave of thoughts about "them." She was having a lot of fun with Jake, especially with all the sexual escapades they had been sharing together. There was something new and different about the hotel, though. They weren't here for the purpose of finding a private place to fuck (although they would most likely be doing that anyway) -- they were here for a real life event, Jake's cousin's wedding, and that they had a hotel room was because of that, not because they were looking for a place to fuck.

Abbie shook her head, trying to get past the thought. It was silly. And it was trivial. They were there to have a good time -- and she was determined that they would achieve that goal.

"Here we go," said Jake, getting back from the desk. "Keys in hand, let's head upstairs."

They took the elevator to the 19th floor (followed by the bellboy with their luggage wagon), unlocked room 1962, and stepped inside.

Abbie's mouth dropped open when she saw the room. "What is this place!" she shrieked. "Did you steal the honeymoon suite from the couple that's actually getting married? This is amazing!"

Jake smiled. The room was the epitome of luxury, with a spacious living area adorned with elegant furnishings. The bedroom featured an opulent king-sized bed that promised unparalleled comfort, while the private balcony offered a stunning view of the glistening pool below. Abbie couldn't wait to unwind in such lavish surroundings during their stay.

Abbie lunged at Jake and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth. "You really know how to treat a girl right!" she exclaimed, skipping around the room, excited by every detail.

The bellboy had finished delivering their luggage, and was on his way out. He lingered by the door for a moment, though, probably hoping for either a normal tip or a replay of what the valet got downstairs.

Abbie saw him, glanced at Jake, who shook his head as if to say, "sorry, I still don't have any cash on me." Abbie danced over to the door, and placed her hands on the bellboy's chest. She said, "I hope you have a great day!" She grabbed the front of her crop-top, and lifted it straight up, giving the bellboy the only tip she could. She held there for a moment, and lowered her shirt. The bellboy mumbled something under his breath, smiled, and backed out of the room.

"Okay, I don't care about the flashing thing," said Abbie once the bellboy had gone, "but I really think we should probably get some actual money to pay for things normally, don't you?"