Old room, new room.

After school, we said our goodbyes to Grace at the parking lot and I hopped in Sarah’s car. Mila was taking hers as well, but… Well, it was full of bags and stuff, so there was little space to sit. Mila was too embarrassed to let me get in hers, so she sent me to Sarah’s.

“I swear, you should see her room…” Sarah said while we fastened our seatbelts. “She’s not dirty, but just a disorganized mess. The type to throw her jacket on a chair at the end of the day, and a week later there’s a huge pile of clothes in that chair.”

I laughed. “Isabelle and I used to be like that. Until our mom got so tired of it that she stopped giving us an allowance unless we cleaned our own rooms. Threat turned into a habit, and now it’s normal.”

“Good.” She nodded her approval. “In that sense, Grace and Mila are way too spoiled. I bet Grace hasn’t told you that she has a maid to do all the chores around the house.”

I raised an eyebrow. The life of the rich, I guess.

We drove to our destination, the love hotel ‘Intimacy’. I’d been here twice, but this third time time it was with two girls. That made me a little jittery. Well, not like the people at the hotel would say anything when we were bringing in business. What was I even worried about?

We met with Mila in the parking lot and went to get the keys to our room.

“You reserved the luxury room, right?” Sarah asked Mila.

“Of course!”

“W-What?” I exclaimed. I thought we’d go to the normal room.

“What? Was it bad?” Sarah asked me. “Grace said it was great.”

“Yeah, she was bragging about it.”

“...It was good, but… It’s super expensive.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Mila and I agreed to split the bill,” Sarah said.

“Y-Yeah, but I…” It made me uncomfortable. If this kept up, I’d start feeling like an escort. I seriously needed to get a job.

Mila smiled wryly at me. I wasn’t sure if she understood what I was thinking or not. “Just this time, Oliver. We want to check it out, too. Besides, we’ll be here for only three hours, not five.”

I nodded. I could understand it was more of a whim on their part and they didn’t mean anything by it. Still, I wished I could reciprocate at the same level, you know? Not just be the one receiving things.

Fucking hate money.

But anyway, no use getting upset over this. Even if the girls had money, I doubted they had enough to make a habit out of paying for expensive things like these on the daily, right? It was only this time.

We went to the front desk, where Mila confirmed the reservation and the extra charge for one more person in the room. The employee behind the black glass screen sounded perfectly professional, even when we had to show our IDs to prove we were all 18. She gave us the key to the room, and before we left, Sarah remembered something.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, turning to the black screen again and speaking to the person behind. “Is it possible to reserve a room for four people?” she asked without faltering. Mila and I both flinched and stiffened, our faces red. Sarah? She was showing none of that.

“Eh? F-Four people, you say?” That got the lady behind the counter, but she recovered quickly. “I’m afraid that’s not possible through the website. For any sort of reservation with special requirements, you would need to send us an email.” The lady slid a card over the desk and Sarah took it. “We’ll do our best to accommodate you.”

“I see. Thank you very much.” Sarah nodded and turned back to us. “Okay, we have our answer. Let’s go.”

God, my face was burning.

“H-How can you ask that with a straight face?” Mila asked Sarah, mostly sounding impressed.

“What? It’s a business, right? They can only lose by criticizing their clients. It's a love hotel. They probably get weirder requests.”

We stepped into the elevator. “I agree, but the lady still sounded surprised for a moment,” I told her.

Sarah grinned. “No doubt the fact that high schoolers are looking for a place to have a foursome caught her off-guard.”

“Have you been to a love hotel before, Sarah?” Mila asked.

“Hm? No, why?”

Mila and I sighed. Sarah was on another level entirely.

We reached the last floor and the elevator doors opened. However, we saw two people standing there before us, waiting to take the elevator down. I think we were all surprised to see each other. My heart almost stopped, actually, even though I didn’t know these people.

An attractive adult couple. A tall, blonde man in a blue suit standing next to a curvy woman with long, blonde hair, wearing a light red blouse, sunglasses and a floral scarf around her head. The couple moved to the side to let us exit the elevator, yet they couldn’t keep the interest out of their faces. I caught the man shooting me an amused look, nodding and giving me a thumbs up as we walked by. Please, God, let the earth swallow me.

No words were exchanged, and the girls and I quickly went into our room. The moment we did, the three of us burst into laughter born from nerves and the weird, awkward situation.

“Did you see that? She was wearing a scarf around her head,” Sarah said. “That reeks of an affair!”

“Hey, you don’t know that,” Mila argued. “Maybe she’s famous and is trying to hide her identity.”

“We shouldn’t judge,” I said, stifling my own laughter. “To them, we probably look like precocious brats.”

“I don’t know, that guy gave you a thumbs up. He looked proud,” Sarah said.

“Let’s forget about that,” Mila said, now smiling excitedly. “Look at this room! It’s completely different from the other one!”

“...It’s the same room we used with Grace,” I told them, checking it out.

“Exactly the same one?” Sarah asked.

“Hm.” I nodded.

Mila and Sarah explored the room with wide-eyed curiosity. They threw themselves on the huge bed, played at pretending to understand the paintings of naked people, gawked at the small terrace with the hot tub and laughed at the mirrors around the bed. Seeing their excitement made me feel a little better about the money issue. If they really were doing it for themselves, then I had no place complaining.

I took off my shoes and placed them neatly beside the coat rack, where I hung my school jacket and tie after taking it off. I took my time unbuttoning my shirt while the girls checked the large bathroom, but when they came out…

“Ooooh, look at that.” Sarah said in a mercilessly teasing tone. “So eager to start that you’re already undressing?”

Beside her, Mila stifled a laugh.

“Um…” My face burned. I mean, it was what we came here to do, but being called out like that made me self-conscious. But you know what? When it came to these girls, I felt like being bold. That, and I knew they liked it, too. “Yes, actually.”

I fluidly hung my shirt on the rack just as I started walking towards Sarah. The quickness and length of my steps caught her off-guard, and before she knew it, I had her in my arms, lips locked.

“Hey, me too!” Mila moaned and began to undress with far more hastiness beside us.