Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 1 of 12
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn
Summary: Mike Webber had trouble dating, so he set out to visit the 'hook-up'
motel his friend told him about and met Lois, who had even worse issues, and
wasn't quite what she appeared to be -- or was she?
Keywords: MF MFF mM mm MM M+m M+f mf Ff blackmail rape reluc bd humil oral
anal voy bi 1st tg
Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Copyright © 2007 The Thinking Horndog
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit is
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Warnings and disclaimers:
This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you’re too young to be
legally reading this, move along!
This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination. You get the idea.
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Chapter 1
Mike Webber wheeled his Toyota into the lot of the Friendly Traveler's
Inn and glanced around nervously, waiting for someone who knew him to show up
and jerk his chain. It would be just like Eddie to set him up... Eddie
Farnsworth had sworn by the place -- "If I can get laid there, you can for
sure!" -- but Eddie was a known practical joker. On the other hand, he'd
appeared perfectly serious, his enthusiasm for the adult Mecca that he'd
stumbled upon north of the city. "There are chicks of all shapes, sizes, and
ages there, Man, just waiting..." Certainly Mike was more likely to attract
female attention with his two inches of additional height and his moderate
good looks; Eddie had bright red hair, freckles, eyeglasses, and a generally
doughy look. The other thing was that it was Thursday -- not a big party
night. There was no reason for Eddie to think he might be coming here --
ESPECIALLY on a Thursday -- but there was a very good economic reason: Unlike
a lot of hotels, the Friendly Traveler's Inn was apparently usually booked
solid on the weekend, and raised their room rates rather than lowering them
during that timeframe -- which meant that a Thursday night stay was cheaper...
Mike's first assumption -- that the place was going to be a dump --
was disproved immediately upon entry into the lobby. This place was a helluva
lot nicer than a Day's Inn... It looked like Mike figured Hiltons looked --
not that he'd ever stayed in one. Mike passed his credit card to the clerk
who took care of him with quiet efficiency. Mike glanced around for signs of
the activity that Eddie had described, but didn't see any -- maybe THAT was
Eddies gag... Then a sign caught his eye: 'New in town? Not looking forward
to another night alone in a strange place? Try our unique Guest Hosting
Service! Channel 22 on the in-room television.' THAT looked different...
"Um, could I have a look at a guide listing the facilities?" Mike asked
diffidently.
"Certainly, Sir!" The clerk -- a woman -- smiled brightly and
proffered a foldout. "We're a somewhat unique facility, as you can see..."
Mike absorbed the card, which had areas marked in red and green. A look at
the legend at the bottom of the foldout indicated that areas in green were
family/public areas and those marked in red were adults only... There were
two swimming pools, one public and one private, two Jacuzzis -- even two
restaurant/bars! "I can see that," he muttered, "Isn't duplicating everything
costly?"
"We discovered when we tried this the first time out west that any
time we limited something for one of our target groups, it was a strike
against us," the clerk replied. "Many times, we'll get a group that has
elements of both -- swingers with children, for instance -- and they just
don't want to feel that they're giving up anything when they go from one part
of the hotel to the other..."
"I see..." Implicit in the clerk's explanation was the fact that
Eddie had apparently NOT been pulling Mike's leg... "What are your target
groups?"
"Families and consenting adults," the clerk replied. "Both groups
have to be a little tolerant of the other, but blending them works
surprisingly well..."
"I see..." Mike nodded.
"You WERE aware of the various disclaimers, correct?" the clerk asked
sharply. "We try not to surprise anyone, and you made a reservation..."
"I just wasn't sure," Mike replied hastily. "It seemed, well, too
good to be true."
The clerk beamed. "No doubt you will find that it's not," she said,
flirting gently. "Let me know if you need anything else..."
Mike took it right between the eyes -- the woman could have been
forty, but, yeah, he'd have fucked her... "Th--thanks!" Clutching his key,
he turned away.
"Elevators are at the back..." the woman called.
"Thanks!" Embarrassed, Mike moved off, trying to pretend that he got
that kind of attention all the time. The reality was a LOT different...
Mike was painfully shy and, well, average. The combination basically
took him out of the running for most girls, who needed a bit of an aggressive
approach -- so Mike ended up on the sidelines. Sports helped, but not that
much -- booze seemed to be better, since it loosened him up and let him get a
little wild periodically -- but that carried its own dangers. Mike was only
just twenty-one; booze hadn't been an option, legally, until VERY recently --
and boozing it up while underage meant that you had to be circumspect, which
reduced your visibility... High school hadn't been a major success from a
dating point of view -- and college, well, he was hanging out with Eddie,
wasn't he? That pretty much covered THAT... He could count his sexual
experiences on one hand -- and they tended to be exercises in desperation with
chicks he REALLY didn't want a relationship with...
The elevator ride to his second-floor room was uneventful; things were
pretty quiet. Definitely, there wasn't any grab-ass going on in the halls;
the dorm was a LOT noisier. If he didn't find anyone willing to have sex with
him, he could at least work on his term papers in peace -- not that that was
adequate justification for the cost of the room... Opening the door, he saw a
pretty vanilla layout -- there was a desk, but it had a TV on it, which might
interfere with study, later. He entered the room and put his stuff in the
closet -- a backpack of books and overnight things had seemed adequate -- and
settled himself at the desk. Turning on the TV with the remote, he set it to
Channel 22 and got what was apparently a webpage:
"Welcome to Guest Hosting, the Friendly Traveler's Inn's unique Guest
Matching service! There is no need to sit in your room alone; through Guest
Hosting, you can meet another guest for dinner, conversation, group and family
activities, or more adult pursuits. Match yourself with another guest with
similar pursuits in mind, having selected this person anonymously in the
comfort of your room. Guest Hosting removes the uncertainty and confusion
from the situation - you know in advance what your guest or host is interested
in doing - no need to beat around the bush; you can go right to enjoying one
another's company! Our menu system allows you to select the activities and
hotel facilities that pique your interest, then view a selection of guests
interested in the same things. When you have selected one or more candidates,
the system anonymously notifies these individuals of your willingness to meet
with them, saving you the embarrassment of 'hit or miss' contact."
Below this were instructions on using the system, including which
buttons on the remote unlocked the lap drawer, revealing a keyboard to be used
to navigate the menu system. Mike tapped the proper sequence on the remote.
The lap drawer popped open, revealing a mouse and keyboard, and the prompt,
"Enter a first name to be known by:" appeared on the screen. Mike keyed in
his name and hit the Enter key. The screen responded with "You are Mike 307!
Press F1 to continue." Mike did so, and was presented with: "Do you want to
(1) Host, (2) Visit or (3) Either one. Select a number, or hit Esc to leave
Guest Hosting." Mike shrugged, and hit the '3' key.
The next menu said, "Please describe yourself. You are a:" followed
by a series of radio buttons marked Male, Female, Transgender, Couple, and
Other. The 'Other' option had a text box next to it, presumably to allow
people in whatever odd status might require it to explain their unique
situation. There were also fields for age, height, and weight, and radio
buttons for race, smoking and drinking preferences. Mike went through them,
clicking on 'Male,' filling in his age, height and weight, (at twenty-one, he
was six feet tall, and just under two hundred pounds - not big at all for his
height), selected 'Caucasian,' Non-Smoker,' and 'Light-Drinker,' and the
system continued, presenting a new menu, this time with check boxes: "You are
looking to meet a:" The options this time were Male, Female, Transgender,
Couple, Group, Family, and Other. There was also a second box of checkboxes
for age, organized in five year ranges, from twenty-one to eighty-plus. Mike
checked off some boxes rapidly, not really paying attention, and selected the
three age ranges that set his target ages from twenty to thirty-five, clicking
the 'Continue' button displayed on the screen.
The next screen displayed a bunch of activities, grouped in three
columns, 'Private,' 'Group-Adult,' and 'Group-Family'. Sex wasn't mentioned
specifically - the closest the system came was 'Intimacy,' but 'Nude Sauna,'
'Nude Bathing' and 'Nude Jacuzzi' appeared under both Private' and Group-
Adult'. Innocuous items like 'Dining' and 'Conversation' appeared under all
three headings, and 'Party or Function' appeared for both types of groups.
Mike selected the nude activities under both the 'Private' and 'Group-Adult'
columns, just to see what would happen. A notice popped up to indicate that
private use of the facilities must be scheduled and that preference was given
to group activities. Mike blew by some notice on children and childcare and
selected 'Continue,' there was a click, and the drawer in the pedestal
unlatched. On the screen appeared the following message: "Selection of
‘Intimacy' enables the availability of a selection of birth control devices
and adult toys from the pedestal drawer. Prophylactics are complimentary, and
their use is encouraged - other items will be charged to your room. These
items are stocked in bulk and are thus reasonably priced according to the
following list:" Mike eyed the list; mildly titillated at the number of
items and their descriptions. At the bottom of the list was the entry "Other
items, including adult party games, are available upon request, but may have
special requirements; restraints, for instance, require a signed release."
Mike pawed through the stuff in the drawer - rubbers, contraceptive foam, two
different vibrators, a couple of dildos, anal plugs, a selection of flavored
and unflavored lubricants, and apparently edible panties - chuckling. This
was MORE than enough! He clicked the 'Next' button.
Next, the screen depicted a small picture of him in the upper right
corner of the screen and he was presented with the following prompt: "You now
have the option of having a still picture or a short introductory video
created for other guests to examine during the Guest Hosting -- Guest
Selection process. Only guests participating in Guest Hosting may see the
picture, and only then if your description meets their basic criteria.
Double-click on the thumbnail picture to present a larger picture, and select
the 'Still' or 'Video' option, then click 'Enter' to take a still picture or
the 'Start' button to begin recording a short video. The microphone for video
recording is embedded in the monitor before you and adjusted to pick up clear
speech plainly when you are seated at the desk. You may re-do either option
by hitting 'ESC' or the 'Cancel' button. Save your picture or video by
selecting 'Continue.' You MUST provide a visual depiction of yourself to
continue with Guest Hosting." Mike took a look at the picture that was
currently up, pressed 'Enter' and moved on.
The next screen was titled "The Hosting Process," and discussed how
the next screen would be split into Hosts, Visitors, and Groups, and how it
would provide statistics on what was available and how it matched his choices,
and how he would be seeing pictures of other Hosts or Visitors who might be
interested. Yak, yak, yak... Mike moved on.
There was a 'Continue' button below this information; Mike clicked on
it and the three-part screen opened. Mike clicked on 'Visitors,' and was
unsurprised to discover that none of the female visitors depicted had
requested an invitation. Well, it was early; besides, maybe this wasn't the
way to do it.... He backed out of the Visitors screen and clicked the 'Hosts'
button. There were four female Hosts displayed, one rather heavy,
unappetizing black female, thirty-something chick with a toothpaste smile in a
bikini, an older butch-looking chick, and a tired-looking Hispanic woman.
Things weren't exactly wild...
Mike backed out and clicked the Groups button. Hmmmm, Group 436 was
in the Adult Jacuzzi... The description said one woman and two men. Mike
clicked on the group number and the window expanded to display a heavyset
brunette and two black guys. There was a 'View' button; Mike clicked it,
grinning. A new window opened, obviously a webcam view; the woman, a beatific
smile on her face, was raising and lowering herself on one black guy's lap,
while the other suckled at her huge left breast, holding it steady in both
hands. Mike chuckled, wondering how much fun one woman could have;
apparently, the group was still capable of proffering invitations... He
watched a moment, but figured that he'd wait a bit before succumbing to
temptation and becoming just another member of her male harem, no matter how
sweet-faced she was -- besides, there was the question of whether a couple of
black guys would want to share... He was hoping for better, anyway, but
things looked thin...
Backing out to the main Groups screen, he noted that most groups were
dining, and currently limited to more social pursuits -- so much for wild and
crazy fun, although, to be fair, it was early, and a Thursday night. Mike
went back to the Hosts screen, where the butch chick was now unavailable. The
bikini chick had a video; Mike played it, discovering that she was a
prostitute with a steep price list. That didn't leave much...
Mike backed out and punched back into the Visitors screen, not
expecting much. It was blank. 'Fine, just perfect,' Mike thought, 'Three
days food money and I get squat.' Sighing, he went to get his books out of
his backpack.
For the next hour, he studied while checking the display at intervals.
The hooker was in and out, and the black woman disappeared. The tired-looking
Hispanic chick garnered some attention -- no doubt out of desperation on
somebody's part. Mike really didn't want to do old chicks -- or fat chicks or
hookers, either -- but being picky was turning this into a wasted trip...
Maybe things were hotter on the weekend -- but even if they were, booking a
room during the peak period would cost him a week's worth of food and gas
money. Group 436 apparently disbanded at some point, taking THAT option off
the list...
It was nine-thirty when Mike switched over to check the Visitors
display -- and found a pic of a sweet-looking chestnut-haired chick! Blowing
it up didn't reveal any issues; Mike wondered if everybody else had given up
or something. Mike scanned the vitals -- Lois 812, twenty-one, five feet
eight, one forty... Gender Group Three, whatever that was... Mike didn't
bother to investigate; he just hit the 'Invite' button.
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Lois Wilson sat back in her chair, surprised. She'd been here before
-- twice -- and the bites she'd gotten had been guys who just wanted to look
-- or wanted to give her shit -- one or the other. This Mike 307 was about
her age and looked pretty decent -- but he might just be messing with her
head, like the others...
How did you tell without putting yourself out there? Sighing, Lois
hit the 'Accept' button and got Mike 307's room number -- 212. Well, it was
just up the hall... She checked herself in the mirror, bit her lip, and
gathered herself for the meeting. "Here goes nothing -- again..."
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The knock on the door came surprisingly fast -- she must have been
right up the hall! Mike checked himself in the mirror and closed his book,,
then headed off to open the door.
The chick was there all right -- he could see her through the
peephole. He opened the door and got a better look -- and liked what he saw!
She was dressed pretty conservatively -- heels, narrow grey skirt that
ended just above the knee, a white blouse with puffed cap sleeves -- very
business-womanish. Her hair was pulled back on the sides with combs but
fluffed out thick and curly beyond that and came almost to her shoulders. The
face was sweet -- but the soft brown eyes were troubled. "What's wrong?" he
asked.
"Nothing," she replied, "I'm just... waiting..."
"Okay..." Mike cocked his head. "Like, for what?"
Lois eyed him nervously. "Usually, I get some kind of outburst at
this point..."
"Really?" Mike frowned. "What kind of outburst?"
"Some comment on how I look or what I am..." Lois couldn't shake the
feeling that something was wrong.
"Well, I didn't figure that I ought to get all stupid about how hot
you are..." Mike said, feeling his way, "I'm sure you hear all about that..."
"Ummm..." Now Lois cocked her head. "Mike -- I can call you Mike,
right? Is this your first time here?"
"Well, yeah..."
"How much attention did you pay to your selections?"
Mike shrugged. "I slammed through them. Everything looks right --
you're my age more or less and you're a girl..."
Lois grimaced. This was going to be EXTREMELY embarrassing. "Are you
sure you set everything right? I REALLY don't want to surprise you. I...
might not quite measure up to expectation..."