Strange Motel

The parking lot was deserted. Obviously, the truckers had all pulled out before dawn. Cyndi was thankful they had brought her back to her car, but she moaned at the lost of her clothing.

Her purse and the car keys had been stuffed under the seat. She also found a beach blanket stuff under the passenger seat. Wrapping the blanket around her body, Cyndi moved up into the driver's seat. She drove off.

She knew that she couldn't go home in this condition. She wondered if her husband, the new Governor, had sent out the State Police looking for her. Maybe he hadn't even missed her. Maybe he had spend the night banging his assistant campaign manager.

Cyndi noticed a sign for several cheap motels at the first exit. She pulled off the freeway and chose the first place. It looked cheap and non-descript. there were only four cars parked in the lot, so they had to have rooms. Pulling her cell from her purse, she called home. The call went right to voice mail. She explained to hr husband that she had realized that she had had too much to drink and had found a motel to sleep it off. She'd be home early in the afternoon.

Holding the blanket tightly around her body and carrying her purse, Cyndi walked barefoot into the motel lobby. A tired-looking college-aged girl sat behind the counter reading a textbook; she barely looked up as Cyndi asked for a room.

The girl took Cyndi's credit card and processed the room. If she noticed Cyndi's lack of clothing, she didn't say. Handing over the key card, the girl looked Cyndi right in the eyes.

"Cyndi, you sure smell like cum! It smells like you took a bath in the stuff."

Cyndi was shocked. She was speechless.

"You know," the girl continued, "I just love cum. If you want, I could call my relief up here and I could join you. I'd love to lick you clean."