Yes

Still gulping down lung fulls of air you manage to accept her offer. In that moment you really feel like getting out of the bright afternoon sun could do you a lot of favours.

Pushing yourself upright you begin to follow her on shaky legs, although even in your current state you can’t help but enjoy the sight of her toned ass as she walks. Something about the way she is walking sticks out in your mind, aside from the tantalising glimpses of her sex you get every few steps.

It doesn’t click for you until you are both out of the park and walking behind a small group of other women. They too are dressed in a mix of what you would consider Lingerie and nothing at all, however as you watch them walk you notice the way they swing their hips. In what you have always thought of as the “Stripper Strut” taking steps that naturally draw your eye to their asses. The girl you are following however walks completely normally, making no extra effort to be alluring. A choice that is somehow a million times more erotic to you than the overtly sexual walks of the other women.

“I’m actually just visiting,” She says conversationally as you walk, looking back and causing you to snap your head back up. She gives you a grin that seems to say that she not only caught you staring but that she likes it. “Where are you from?”

You had been ready for these kinds of questions, between gulps of air you roll out the excuses and explanations you have prepared. Telling her you had come across from another city, being careful not to name it, for a change of pace.

“Tired of the girls back home?” She asks half jokingly only to suddenly become slightly worried. “Or the...guys?”

You reassure her that you are straight, a sarcastic little voice in the back of your mind pointing out that one night in college doesn’t make you gay, and she seems to relax again as you reach the Hotel.

The place looks pretty much like every hotel in a city center you have ever seen, smooth stone and glass frontage with a minimalist interior. You do notice there are a fair few more men in the lobby than you have seen before. There is a sign on the desk informing guests that there are no “Hourly hires” for the rooms as you head for the Lift.

Inside the lift you notice something else strange, the floor numbers. The floors go up in the standard G, 1, 2, 3 etc format however beside each number is a letter. The first three floors having the letter “P” beside them, so 1P, 2P and 3P. The next three have the letter “G” and beyond that every floor has the letter “S”.

You want to ask what the letters mean and you get a vague idea when the doors open on the second floor and a heavily pregnant woman stands before you. She is wearing only a padded bra and she quickly asks you if the Lift is going down. When you tell her it is going up she waves you on, smiling knowingly at you both as the doors close.

“Wow,” The women, who’s name you have still not gotten, says. “Did you see the size of her belly? She must be having triplets!”

You detect a slightly breathless hint of something in her voice as she speaks, you make some noises. Trying not to commit to anything less you reveal yourself and decided to change the subject by asking her her name.

“My name?” She says with mild surprise. “Of course! Its Freya. What’s yours?”

You tell her as the lift opens and you step out onto the 15th floor, you follow along behind her down the corridor. The place is silent aside from your footsteps and the ping of the Lift closing.

When you finally find yourself in her hotel room you sit down on the edge of the double bed, noting that hotel rooms look much the same wherever you go. In fact you are pretty sure you have seen the middle of the road water colour on the wall in your world as well.

You lay back on the bed, closing your eyes for a moment to let the last of your nausea pass.