The Hotel

Just as the intensity began to subside, the bartender, Chelsea, returned with a knowing smile, setting an envelope with Jenny's name neatly typed on it in front of her. "This was left for you at the bar," she said, her eyes flicking to Dan before returning to Jenny. Jenny's heart raced as she reached for it, her trembling hand barely able to hold onto the envelope.

Inside was a simple note, written in a strong, confident hand. And a hotel key card #305 "Meet me in the hotel upstairs. I'll show you what Rachel's friend was talking about." The anticipation grew once again. Jenny couldn't believe it was happening. Rachel's story had become her reality, and the thought of what was to come had her body buzzing with excitement.

Her eyes locked with Dan's, and she saw the hunger in them, the same hunger she felt herself. Without a word, she picked up the envelope and key card, her heart racing. She knew what was going to happen, and she couldn't wait.

They walked together through the dimly lit hotel lobby, the air thick with the scent of lust and anticipation. The elevator ride to the third floor was a silent dance of nerves and unspoken desires. The doors slid open with a gentle ding, revealing a hallway that was eerily quiet, the plush carpet muffling their footsteps.

Jenny's hand shook as she slid the key card into the door of room 305. The lock clicked open, and she pushed the door with trembling hands. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the city outside the windows, casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. Dan stepped in first, his presence commanding the space, leaving Jenny to follow like a moth to a flame.