Let's meet his wife.

The hotel was a nice change from the tavern. Warm, private, and comfortable. Even as you walked up the stairs, you didn’t feel like the entire building was going to collapse around you. You started to go to your destination but paused just before you took your key.

You told McKinley you’d meet his wife, so you probably should. Might be a good thing too, if you’re both technically colleagues now. You step away, ball your hand into a soft fist, and start knocking on the door listed as “102”. You knock gently and stuff your hands in your pockets; it felt kinda weird having to be this casual…

A few seconds pass without an answer. You think that perhaps she’s out doing something. Before you give up completely though, you decide to try one more time, this time with a touch more ****. You are still met with silence, but the door opens slightly. Apparently, the door was already left ajar. You’re not one for entering a place uninvited (or un-hired), so you are about to step away from the door - the only thing that makes you stop is the faint, muffled sound of screaming.

Your muscles jolt - throwing you into immediate action! You burst through the door and scan the room. The room is much more...put together than you expected it to be. You’re met by an empty living room. It’s well-decorated but out of place. You’ve been all over the country, but seeing multiple rooms inside a hotel wasn’t very common.

Upon stepping in, you notice that there’s a room to your right, unassumingly the bathroom. To your left is another room, but when you lean in to listen for any screaming, all you hear is nothing. You step further in. A computer, barely working, lays on a desk. A green home screen greets you with no notifications, so you ignore that too. Then there’s a small kitchenette. There are a few wine glasses there and an empty bottle of wine.

“Ahhhh!!”

You step away from the kitchenette and look at the door where the scream is emanating from. That...didn’t sound like a panicked scream. That was something else…Something much more...intimate.

Your gut churns - you knew preemptively what was happening just behind the door. You peer inside as quietly as you can, hoping that all your suspicions were wrong, however it seems they were dead on.

A woman with long brown hair was on all fours, engaged in an intimate act with a man behind her. What surprised you more than anything though, was the fact that there was another man in front of her, involved in the scene. From the distance that you were at, you were able to tell he had either been part of the act or had recently finished.

The woman dipped her head down, continuing the act with the man in front of her. You bite your lip. “Well, I guess that answers that question…”

A flood of opinions and ideas come to mind.

Do I walk in? Use this as ****? Leave immediately? Tell McKinley? Is this even McKinley's wife?!?!?!

The thought process is cut short as an announcement is suddenly growled in the room you are peeping into. “I’m about to c-cum!!”

The male, engaged with the woman, warns, which makes her eyes widen. She responds, and soon after, both men finish their involvement. She winces and moans before she giggles. She playfully shakes her behind before she hops off the bed. She’s fairly energetic still. It becomes clear to you she’s simply using these men for her own pleasure.

I should leave. You start reversing, but the men in the room are told to leave too, making you panic. Shit!

You know you can’t make it to the front door in time, so you make it for the bathroom and hide in there until further notice. The bathroom is larger than you last predicted. You go inside and slowly close the door. However, this doesn’t help, as both of the men decide to make a quick stop in there too. Still evading your discovery, you go into the shower and conceal yourself just as the lights flash on.

“God, I’ll never find another experience like that.” One says through a grunt. A stream of urine splashes into the toilet.

The other man starts talking. He sounds considerably younger. “I don’t know...I was a virgin until I met her. Are all women that...experienced?” The sink turns on.

The man who was peeing laughs. “No.”

“What would happen if McKinley finds out?” The younger man asks.

Another question answered…

“She’ll kill us - or hire someone else to do. I haven’t knocked that lady up once because she always ‘saves the special moments’ for ‘her man’.”

The urinating stops. “Sasha’s a character, kid. But she longs for Micky whenever he’s gone. Fortunately, her desires don’t seem to care who’s involved.”

The toilet flushes, and he leaves. Soon, the sink stops too. The younger man stays for a little while, checking himself out in the mirror. Eventually, he leaves too. What a character.

You poke your head out into the bathroom from the shower, wanting to leave as soon as possible. You start to scout the living room from behind the bathroom door. Instead of seeing furniture, you’re greeted by a pair of brown eyes. Sasha is staring right at you, with a perplexed expression.

“Who the hell are you?” She steps away.

There’s no point in hiding who you are, so you tell the truth. “Warren Visser. I’m a contractor under your outfit’s employment.”

She scoffs. “More contractors? Who hired you?”

“McKinley.” You deadpan.

Her throat lumps. “Oh, you know him?”

You nod in response. “I do.”

“Ha...What are you doing here?”

“I was requested to meet his wife. Do you know where she is? It’s important I become familiar with my new team members, especially being a contractor.”

She nods casually. “I...am her. Sasha.”

“And the other two?”

She knits her brows. “Other two??”

She's playing stupid, but you didn't expect her to do anything otherwise. She probably doesn't want any unwanted tags on her character by a stranger; but that's too late. You stare at her and place your hands on your hips as your mind starts to quickly single out the options you have on hand.