A king and a pull-out couch-ish

The elevator is oddly slow, seeming to take minutes to reach the thirty-seventh floor. The girls wait patiently, to your surprise, on the ride toward the top of the building. Eventually, the elevator dings its arrival and you step out onto the landing area of your new temporary home.

Katerina immediately rushes over to a floor-to-ceiling window beside the elevator, pressing one hand to the transparent glass and turning to smile at Mia. "Beautiful," she says, while Mia joins her.

The petite girl places her hand on Katerina's waist and leans into her, enjoying the view with her best friend.

Beyond the pair, you see the scenic view they're taken by. Skyscrapers in every direction, with a wide body of water in the distance. Below, people weave in and out of the buildings like ants, their forms small and distant. The smell and smog are forgotten from this side of the glass.

"Come on," Nadia says, grabbing you by the hand again and pulling you away from the view. The girls linger, disappearing behind you as you and your wife find your room.

The door to room eighteen is unassuming. Plain, dull, lifeless even. A piece of tan wood with a metal lock on it. Completely at odds with what lies behind it.

You open the door to find yourself in the entryway of a luxurious suite. A granite floor breaks into a sitting area directly in front of you, while an intricately decorated doorway to your right leads into a bathroom. You poke your head inside to see a jacuzzi tub with a separate trimless glass shower, surrounded by high-end appliances and decorations. You're pulled out of the bathroom by Nadia's eager grip, into the sitting area, and see tufted leather couches and chairs, similar to what was in the lobby, with a floor-to-ceiling window that stretches the open room. Your luggage sits by the window. A doorway on the left end of the room leads into what you presume is the bedroom. A massive painting, with drips of red and blue slung across the canvas in an artistic fashion, covers the right wall.

"Uh, I see why this room was so expensive now," you murmur.

"What is it, the president's suite or something?"

"I guess none of the convention people wanted it," you agree.

Nadia gives you a furtive look and pulls you into an embrace, resting her head against your chest and releasing a soft sigh. "It is wonderful. Thank you," she whispers. Her eyes rise to look into yours, and she leans in for a kiss. Her lips linger for a moment, then two, and you feel her tongue prodding at yours. You eagerly greet it, and run your hands down her back, onto her soft ass. She giggles into you, and you feel tension coiling in her muscles.

She jumps up onto you, wrapping her legs around your waist and hooking her arms under your shoulders, all without letting her lips leave yours. Your hands instinctively tighten on her thighs for support, before drifting back onto her ass and teasing her with soft squeezes. You carry her through the doorway into the bedroom, tongues still intertwining, and sink onto the bed, facing the doorway. Her legs spread around you as she settles onto your lap.

She kisses you more furtively, hungrily, and grabs your hands. Her lips leave yours for a moment, an instant, as she leans back and presses your hands into her breasts, before returning to you with a feline grin. Your hands explore her chest, traveling down the seam of her shirt and then beneath it, before returning home. She whimpers into you, her hips now rolling against your hard cock, eagerly--.

A knock on your room door interrupts the moment. Nadia slides off of your lap with a sigh, fixes her shirt, and brushes an errant strand of hair from her face. "Hmph," she murmurs, as she goes to let the girls in. Her disappointment is palpable, as visible as the pinkish hue of her skin.

"Wow, Mom, why are you so flushed?" you hear Katerina's voice from the entryway. Then, "Oh my god, what is this room? This is awesome!" Louder now, closer.

You walk into the sitting area to see Katerina standing at the window, looking out into the city again. Mia and Nadia are murmuring in the entryway, and Mia giggles. She swats your wife's arm in an oddly flirtatious way and shoots you a wink.

"Not exactly what I was expecting," she says, louder so that you can hear.

"Me either," you agree. No, not at all.