Companion Hotel, Room 319, Part One

  • Posted on October 2, 2019 at 3:07 pm

by A Minor Paragon

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2016 }

Walking in from the sunny parking lot, the cool air of the hotel raised goosebumps on the bare skin of the two people entering the lobby, making them shiver a little. The taller of the two had eyes that darted around nervously, coming to rest on the woman behind the counter that she reluctantly stepped up to, dropping her suitcase in front of it. The shorter looked around with far more interest, taking in the lush furniture and public access PCs that made the waiting area of the front entrance so inviting.

Fancy, she thought.

“Welcome to the Companion Hotel,” said the woman behind the desk, looking the two over. “How can I help you today?”

“I’d like to… book a room? For tonight,” was the hesitant reply, and the receptionist could see why.

“There is a more traditional hotel just a couple of miles down the road,” she offered. “Are you sure this is where you would like to say? Our rooms are a bit more expensive than you might be used to.”

“I’ve read your website. I think this is where we need to be.”

“I see.” The receptionist paused for a moment. “You are aware of what goes on in this hotel?”

“The website was very clear. I don’t think I’ll be using your, er, services… but I’ll sign the forms and such just the same. Like I said, the website was very clear.”

The receptionist looked a little uncomfortable and fidgeted a bit, looking down. She raised her eyes back to the person she was speaking to. “It’s just we don’t get too many… perhaps it would be best if you spoke to the owner. Would you mind waiting for just a moment?”

The woman sighed. “I suppose that’s for the best.”

“I’m sorry about this, but you must realize that this isn’t the normal situation for us.”

“I do. I understand, honestly.”

The receptionist looked a bit relieved that this person didn’t seem to be in a mood to make much of a fuss. “If you’d like to have a seat over there,” she pointed to the couches set up to the right of the entrance doors, “she’ll be right out to see you.”

“Thank you.” The suitcase was picked up and lugged over to the chair indicated by the receptionist.


The phone in the office chimed softly, and Susan, the owner of the hotel, looked up from the spreadsheet she was working on to grab it. What? An interruption in the endless paperwork it takes to run this place? Say it isn’t so!

“Susan here,” she announced into the receiver.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but there’s someone who wants to book a room for tonight.”

A good-natured laugh burst forth from Susan’s lips. “We are still a hotel, right? The building didn’t become a pet store when I wasn’t looking?”

“It’s the, um, nature of the people that want to book the room.”

Susan began to get excited. “Is it aliens? Or time-traveling monks from the future who wish to shake the hand of the woman that began the Great Liberation that persists to the year eight thousand? Sentient flying dolphins? Don’t leave me in suspense, Jenni!”

Jenni whispered into the mouthpiece. “I think you’d better come up and see for yourself.”

That set Susan back. “Do I need to alert security?”

“It’s nothing like that. Please, just come and see.”

With a sigh, Susan murmured, “Very well, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Thank you.” Odd, she sounded quite relieved. What in the world is this about?

Susan saved her work and locked the machine, then went over to the elevator and took it up to the lobby. As she turned the corner she looked over at Jenni, who pointed toward the waiting area. Susan looked in that direction, and decided it was probably best that Jenni had called her up.

Sitting in one of the chairs was a woman, tapping one heel and looking a bit haunted, while a young girl nearby was jumping from one black tile on the floor to another without a care in the world. The woman was wearing jeans and a white short-sleeved top, with shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. A large watch adorned one wrist, and she was wearing sandals and a heart-shaped pendant around her neck.

The girl, by contrast, had the longest hair she’d ever seen on someone that young, and it was being flung about as she jumped from tile to tile. She was wearing sneakers, black shorts, and a purple sleeveless top. The woman’s hair was a light blonde, but hers was darker, and Susan could see it was wavy and thick. It reached past her cute little bottom, and Susan wondered how she managed not to get it caught on everything she happened to pass by.

She went over to the pair. “Hello there, I’m Susan,” she began, holding out a hand to the older woman. “I’m the owner, summoned forth from my dungeon lair like the proverbial genie, to make all your wishes come true.”

The woman stood up and shook it, and the girl skipped over to join them. “Nice to meet you.”

“Do you really own this whole place?” asked the girl. “It’s great!”

“Why thank you,” replied Susan. “But if I put you in charge, you wouldn’t think so highly of it. The paperwork, you wouldn’t believe it. But that’s not why you’re here. Or is it? Do you want to buy the place?”

“Uh, no,” said the older woman. “We’re here because… uh… well…”

Susan glanced over at the girl, who was beaming at her. Wow, what a cutie. Look at that smile, and that cute missing tooth! She has such faint eyebrows, that’s odd. But those sparkling eyes make up for it, and that dimple… Focus, Susan!

“I take it the situation is a bit complex?” she said.

“You might say that,” sighed the woman.

“Why don’t you come down to my office and explain it?” Susan offered, and the woman looked relieved.

“That would be great.”

“This way.”

The girl took her mother’s hand, the one that was not holding the suitcase, and Susan led them to the elevator.

“I’m Carolyn,” said the girl after the doors had closed.

“Oh, yes, and I’m… uh…” This woman seems to be having trouble remembering her own name.

“You don’t have to give me a name if you don’t want to. I’m not asking for your ID or anything. And the hotel does accept cash, no questions asked.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just, even in a place like this, I’m not sure…” She lapsed into silence.

The young girl made a face. “You worry too much, Mom!”

Well, at least she hasn’t grabbed this girl off the street, so that’s a bit of weight off my mind. Unless the girl was just told to call this woman ‘Mom.’ I can probably find that out later. “Well, until you’d like to tell me, I’ll just call you ‘Carolyn’s Mom’, if that’s okay?”

“You might be throwing me out in a minute, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, Mom.”

The elevator doors swished open, and Susan led the two into her cramped office, offering them the only chairs in the room while she closed the door.

“So, unless the FBI has bugged this room again, it’s just us. What’s on your mind, Carolyn’s Mom?”

“Did they really bug your office?” Carolyn interrupted, eyes wide.

Susan laughed and waved her hands. “They better not have. No, that was just a joke.”

“Oh.” She seemed disappointed.

“I’m not sure how to say this,” her mom began. “I guess it’s just better to come right out with it. If you throw us out or whatever, you throw us out. The truth is, my daughter and I… we’ve, uh… been intimate with each other.”

“Just say we have sex, Mom. God!” Carolyn rolled her eyes. “She runs a hotel where people go to have sex with the maids, right?”

Carolyn’s mother flushed bright red, looking mortified. “Honey, you can’t just say stuff like that!”

“Sure you can, I just did.” She turned back to Susan. “Can I really do stuff with any of the maids here?”

Susan broke into a wide grin, both at the deeper shade of crimson her mother was now showing, and the question. “Indeed — when you’re older, at least. I want to change laws, but I can only change one at a time. I have to pick my battles. Why? Was there one you had your eye on already? Our website is fairly extensive in listing those that work here.”

The girl shrugged. “The receptionist was pretty cute. She isn’t a maid, but she’s the only one I’ve seen so far. I didn’t get into that part of the website.”

“Really? I work here.”

“Oh, yeah. Hmmm…” Carolyn looked Susan up and down, nodding. “Yeah, you look nice. Very nice.”

The woman released the girl’s hand and buried her face. “Carolyn!”

“What? Oh, Mom, she isn’t as good looking as you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Wait, the girl at the front desk, or me? She’s usually taken anyway,” explained Susan. “Working at the front counter, she gets a lot of offers. She usually has her pick of guests. Me, on the other hand… well, owning the place I pretty much get my pick too, now that I think about it.” She winked and Carolyn giggled.

“Cool. I want to work here when I grow up!”

The woman glared at her daughter. “You will not!”

“Why not, Mom?”

She sputtered a bit in reply.

Steering back to the topic at hand, Susan spoke. “Anyway, the subject at hand is the two of you. So you’ve had sex, eh?”

Her mother looked resigned. “A couple of months ago. My husband was away on business, and it was a very warm evening. I went to take a shower, to cool off. Suddenly the door opened and there was Carolyn, totally naked and coming into the room like it was nothing.”

“Actually, I was totally nervous,” the child admitted.

“So were you surprised?” Susan asked the girl’s mother, leaning forward a little.

“Uh, yes? Shocked is more like it. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked her.” She turned to the girl. “What was it you said?”

“Um, ‘I’m taking a shower with you,’ I think. I don’t really remember.”

“So… did you let her stay?”

She nodded. “I thought it was odd, but she slid the door open and got in with me. I washed her hair, I just love my little girl’s hair…” She idly trailed a hand through it.

“I love it too!” admitted Susan. “It must be inconvenient to wear it so long, but it looks lovely on you. So what happened then?”

“You really want to hear this?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Okay, I guess. After I washed Carolyn’s hair, I was going to wash the rest of her, too. So I reached for the washcloth, but she took it away from me and just said, ‘Use your hands, Mom.'”

“And you did?” Susan imagined this cute little girl, dripping wet with her hair all stuck together and dark from being washed, Mommy’s hands running up and down her slick body.

“God help me, I did. It was just such a surreal scene, I couldn’t even believe it was happening.”

“It felt really good,” Carolyn put in.

“I can imagine.”

“After that, we sat and dried her hair, and she took my hand as we headed to the bedroom. I figured she would head back to her own room, but when I tried to pull my hand away she just held it tighter.”

“I told her I wanted to sleep with her that night, and we both got into bed, still holding hands,” Carolyn explained. “Me and Mom were facing each other, and we were both still totally naked, and my heart was going a million miles an hour!”

“I didn’t know what to expect, but then she said, ‘I love you, Mom.’ Her voice was so soft. I told her I loved her too, and suddenly she was… was…”

“I kissed Mom,” Carolyn giggled, putting her hands over her mouth. “That really surprised her!”

The woman shook her head. “You have no idea. I thought she was just, you know, kissing me goodnight, but then she didn’t pull away and the kiss went on and on, and suddenly her tongue was in my mouth, and… well, let’s just say that things got more intense from there.”

“So you both had an amazing night of lovemaking, that’s what you’re saying.”

I sure did!” agreed Carolyn. “It was exactly what I wanted. But Mom said we couldn’t ever do that again, and she wouldn’t talk about it the next day.”

“Well, it’s a big step for a mother to take, becoming lovers with her little girl,” admitted Susan. “What made you kiss her in the first place?”

“I love my mom,” the child explained as if it was that simple. “And I wanted to show her just how much. Kissing and stuff, that’s what her and Dad do all the time. Why can’t I do it with her, too?”

Susan couldn’t help but smile. “Because someone hundreds of years ago decided you shouldn’t.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Oh, probably. But that’s how it is.”

“So anyway, now you know,” the girl’s mother said. “The rest you can probably guess.”

“Maybe. You want to find her someone here to make love to? Satisfy her, and then she’ll stop pressuring you about it?”

“What? No! All she wants is to have sex with me again!”

“Yeah, I want to be Mom’s lover for always,” Carolyn said, a dreamy cast to her eyes. “But she says we can’t do stuff like that at home, so I made her bring me here!”

“She won’t let up for a moment,” the girl’s mother said with a sigh. “Finally, I just… gave in.”

“Oh!” Realization dawned on Susan’s face. “You thought that we might be okay with the idea of the two of you being lovers, given what goes on here.”

“Are you? Okay with it, I mean.”

Susan considered. “Maybe. I’m considering it.”

“How did you start this place, anyway?” asked Carolyn.

“That’s easily enough told. You know what prostitution is, right?”

“I think so…”

“It’s paying someone to have sex with you. Now, if I were a filmmaker I could pay two people to have sex with each other, film it, and that would be fine. But one person directly paying another? Oh, no, that’s bad.”

“More of that hundreds-of-years-ago stuff, I bet.”

“Exactly. So I thought, what about a place where people could go, have a great time, but still be legal? A hotel, I thought, but with a twist.”

Carolyn’s mother looked a bit interested, despite herself. “So you opened the Companion Hotel?”

“That’s right. Here, every employee from the maids to the chef knows they can be asked at any time to spend the night with a guest. And if respectfully asked, and they don’t have a prior claim, they’re expected to say yes. I’ve got an app and everything, so you can see my entire staff, schedule a ‘speed date’ to ‘ask them out,’ the whole ten yards. I always go the extra yard,” she added with a wink to Carolyn. The child giggled.

“Isn’t that a little dangerous?” the woman asked.

“Not really. I have two nurses and a full-time doctor on staff, and every employee must have monthly STD testing done. Even I do. The hotel provides protection at no cost, everyone is expected to use it, and I pay for any birth control methods chosen if their insurance doesn’t. The nurses hold regular safety workshops, and sex training workshops too!”

“Oh. But actually I meant, you know, someone being raped or something.”

“Oh, that kind of danger. Well, I employ a martial arts master to teach self-defense classes, too. I also have a security guard for each floor on regular patrol, listening for any kind of struggle. They’re authorized to open any door at any time to check up on people if they have a good reason to. It’s in the paperwork you have to sign to stay here, that you agree to that.”

“What does all that have to do with pr-prostitution?” asked Carolyn.

“That’s the beauty of the whole system! My employees are contractually obligated to refuse to accept anything, money, gifts, favors, whatever — for their ‘activities.’ But nothing says I can’t pay my employees whatever I want, so typical salaries are double that of the national average. Of course, that money has to come from someplace, so the rooms are more expensive too. It all works out.”

“So if one of your employees happens to ‘hook up’ with a guest after their shift is over, that’s their business, right?” asked the mother.

“Exactly. I can’t do anything about that,” Susan answered with a grin.

“And if it happens over and over…”

“I can’t help how beautiful some people are. I hired a lot of sexually magnetic women, you can’t sue me for that.”

“Wow, you’re so smart!” Carolyn gushed, looking impressed. “That sounds like a great idea!”

“Thanks. I hoped it would work out, and it did. This hotel is extremely popular. People come from all over the world to sample what we have to offer.”

“I have no doubt,” muttered Carolyn’s mom. “So… will you let us stay, or not?”

Susan weighed her options carefully. This woman seemed to be somewhat torn — both wishing for Susan to tell her to go away, and inviting her and Carolyn to stay for the night.

Finally. Susan decided that she needed a little more information. Turning to the mother, she said, “Would you mind waiting out in the hall for a moment? I want to ask your daughter a few things in private.”

The woman began to protest, but Carolyn shushed her. “It’s okay, Mom. It’s not like I can go anywhere,” she said, indicating the small office.

“Oh, all right,” the girl’s mother, sighed.

“You can wait right outside, it won’t take a moment.” Susan opened the door for her and the woman exited. Then Susan closed the door and as quietly as she could, locked it.

The girl seemed a little nervous, and Susan held both her hands up. “It’s okay, Carolyn. I just have to ask you something. Do you want me to call security and have her removed?”

Carolyn seemed baffled. “What? Why?”

“Is this woman’s story true? You really are her daughter?”

“Of course I am, who else would I be?”

Susan shook her head. “I don’t know, I’m not a mind reader, am I? If you needed to get away from her for some reason, this would be the time to say so. I need to know before I let you both stay here.”

“It’s fine, I want to be here. I’m the one that found this place, so we could get naked and have a good time without worrying about Dad catching us, y’know, doing sex. That’s what Mom’s really scared of. She says even a regular hotel would be dangerous if someone heard us and called the cops. I figured here with the door closed, no one would know how old I was.”

Susan sat down across from the little girl and looked her in the eye. Taking Carolyn’s hands, she asked her, “You’re not being forced to say that, then. Your mother hasn’t hurt you, or bullied you into saying these things? Threatened you somehow?”

“No, nothing like that. I adore her!”

“And you started this? That first night you had sex, she didn’t force you into it?”

Carolyn shook her head. “I started it — in the shower as I said. She started touching me and it felt really good, I didn’t want her to stop. That’s why I followed her into bed, and we were so close and she felt so warm… I just had to kiss her.” She blushed and looked down, but then met Susan’s eyes again, smiling. “And then, I didn’t want to stop!”

She seems sincere, at least. “I had to ask.”

Carolyn sighed. “I know. It’s so, so stupid. Can’t I just love Mom the way I want?”

“Society says… no. First, because you’re underage, second because you’re not supposed to have sex with your own mother. Luckily, you came to see me, and I’m only one woman, not society at large.”

“So… can we stay?” Carolyn’s face lit up again.

Susan looked the girl up and down, pondering the situation. I guess as long as she really does want this, there’s no real harm in it. And they’ve already had sex once, so the “damage,” whatever that means, has already been done.

“Probably,” she said at last. “Now let’s let your mother back in, before she gets worried.”

“Oh thank you, thank you!” Carolyn cried, throwing her arms around Susan in a hug. Her heart throbbing, Susan returned the child’s embrace. Oh my, I could get used to this…

When she let go, Susan hastened to unlock the door and let her mother back inside. Carolyn was bouncing with excitement, and her mother gave the girl a quizzical look.

“She said we could probably stay!”

“Probably?” she asked, looking over at Susan.

“There is one itty bitty concession you have to make.” She did an impression of a certain half-woman, half-octopus. “Really just a token, merely a trifle!”

“That’s from The Little Mermaid!” chirped Carolyn.

“That movie came out before you were born… how did you know that?” Susan said.

“So? I’ve only watched it, like, a dozen times.”

“Me too,” admitted Susan with a shrug. “That Ariel, she’s a real cutie, am I right?” Carolyn grinned at her.

What concession?” demanded the girl’s mother.

“Welllll,” she drew out, “Carolyn here insists this is all exactly as described. She’s just a normal girl, with a normal life, who happens to want to have sex with her mom. I’m inclined to believe her. But, as they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. You can stay, but to make sure everything stays all ponies and rainbows, I’m going to have to include myself in your activities.” She shook her head in mock resignation. “It’s the only way I can be sure that the sex really is consensual, like your daughter claims. I mean unless you’ll let me film it.”

“What?” Carolyn’s mom gasped, her hands flying over her mouth. “You want to what?”

“I want you both,” Susan said with a grin, pointing at them. “More your daughter than you, I’ve had women before. Someone this young, though… that’s going to be a new experience. Owning this place, I’ve been in the beds of all sorts of people. Young, old, men, women. Each with their own story, each with their own reasons for being here. But a girl this young, and with her mother along for the ride? When will I ever get another chance like this?”

“But… but…” Carolyn’s mother sputtered. “Another woman? I mean, I’m married!”

“What’s that?” Susan cupped a hand over her ear. “I’m hearing the voices of people hundreds of years dead again. You’re asking me to allow you to have sex with someone outside your marriage. You aren’t married to your daughter, after all. Why would adding me to the mix be any different? And you’re daughter’s a woman, so I know that part doesn’t totally turn you off.”

The woman sat down with a thump. “I just… I don’t know.”

“What about you?” Susan asked Carolyn. “This is, after all, your show.”

“Gee, I don’t know either. I mean, I just wanted my mom. But I suppose having you there wouldn’t be that much more weird, right? And you are pretty hot.”

“As long as you’ll both think it over. I’ll tell you what; take a couple of hours to consider, I don’t need an answer right this second, and you guys have all night to play. You’re not jumping into bed with each other at this hour of the day. I’ll get you a room so you can put your luggage away, and you can enjoy the pool, or play some video games in the arcade. Whatever. Have dinner brought to your room and I’ll be the one to deliver it. You can give me your final decision then. We eat, and if I can stay, we can all sleep in one bed.” She leaned over to Carolyn and whispered, “They’re very comfortable!” She straightened up again. “If not, well, you get to stay in the finest hotel in the area, have some great food because I hire the best, but you sleep apart. I’ll even make the offer more attractive. You can stay on the house if I get to spend the night with you both. How does that sound?”

The mother frowned. “A little like blackmail?”

“Huh? Blackmail would be me filming you both without you knowing, and then demanding money after you left to keep me from calling the police. I’m going to be there with you, after all — I can’t blackmail myself. I’m just letting you stay in my hotel free of charge, for absolutely no reason. Maybe you’re our ten-thousandth guest or something. I don’t know.”

“I guess if it’s the only way…” Carolyn’s mother began, looking over at her daughter.

“We can talk about it, Mom — but for now, which way to the pool?”

I bet all that hair looks gorgeous floating in a cloud around her head underwater. Susan stood. “Let me get you both a keycard first.” She programmed two cards, handing them over to the pair. “You’re in room 319, and the card will open a locker for you to put your clothes in. As a note, the pool is no swimsuits allowed. It’s pretty quiet at this time of day, though. I hope that’s okay?”

The woman slowly stood. “There aren’t going to be people… having sex in the pool, are there?”

Susan shook her head. “The rules are posted everywhere. No intimate contact outside of rooms, especially in the pool.” She winked at Carolyn again. “Unless it’s reserved for that, after hours.” At that, Carolyn had a wicked little smile on her face.

But the girl’s mother was more practical, looking at the card. “If the card opens the locker, and we have to be naked, where do we put the card? Just leave it with a towel and hope someone doesn’t walk off with it?”

“This is an upscale hotel, you know,” Susan said with mock outrage. “The locker takes the card and your picture. When you come back, it takes your picture again. If they match, you get the card and your things back. That way, you don’t have to carry anything. You can pick up a towel at the pool when you’re ready to dry off. You don’t need to bring one along.”

“Cool,” said Carolyn.

“I guess if it works.”

“It was a custom solution. I employ some tech people to maintain the website, and the network around here, and whatever else I need them to do.”

“Just how expensive are the rooms here?”

Susan laughed. “If you have to ask…”

The woman nodded. “You can’t afford it. I get it. Is there a guard at the pool?”

“There’s a lifeguard. Don’t worry, she takes martial arts too. The men won’t bother you, beyond polite conversation anyway. Not unless they want to get reported and thrown out.”

The woman looked at her daughter. “I suppose you’ll find out what they look like sooner or later.”

“What, guys? Mom, I already know.” She laughed. “What do you think the internet is for?”

“Oh, God!” The girl’s mother colored again.

So Susan sent the two lovers on their way, with a promise that she would see them later. As the elevator doors began to close, Carolyn gave Susan a big smile and a little wave, and Susan waved back.

With that, she went off to do a few things, like assigning herself to be the “maid” for that room, so she would be notified when they called room service. She also reassigned the regular person, and entered the room as occupied in the system so it didn’t get double booked.

My, oh my, Susan thought, unable to keep from grinning. I’m in for one amazing night!

Check in to Part Two!


3 Comments on Companion Hotel, Room 319, Part One

  1. Joe says:

    I saw there is only 1 part to this story on Lesbian Lolita. I’m glad to see someone expanding it.

    • JetBoy says:

      Er, well, there actually is only the one part. It was kinda long, so I elected to split it into two chapters. Sorry, but in the end, this won’t be an expansion of the story.

  2. The Dragon Rider says:

    I don’t know if I care for Susan like I do the mother/daughter pair. Maybe the next part will have some more expansion on Susan herself. As of right now, I could care less about her and more about the mother/daughter pair.

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