Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  "If not the aura, the idea itself is stimulating.” Nora added.

  It was settled. I didn't know when but Scott and I were going to honeymoon in Paris.

  When he woke from his nap I told him about Paris. He was pleased and thanked Mim and Nora.

  Apparently, I dozed off shortly after that, for when I awoke we were in San Francisco. We pulled up to the Crowne Plaza Hotel around midnight. I asked Chloe to call Lester and tell him that we were here and would be at the club tomorrow night. She wouldn't do it, saying something like ‘I'm not calling that son of a bitch,’ so it fell on me.

  I didn't ask how Scott felt, but being alone in a fancy hotel room with my hunk of a groom, made my sex drive redline and we made love twice before falling asleep.

  We woke up late in the morning. After a repeat performance, Scott and I rounded up Chloe and grabbed a late breakfast in the coffee shop. Then we rented a car.

  While Scott stayed behind with his aunt and her partner, Chloe and I headed to the club to check in, get situated and practice.

  * * * *

  It was already one-thirty. Rachel's show started at seven so I asked Mim and Nora what they wanted to do today, reminding them that CC ‘n Cooke was due to perform in five and a half hours. Since Nora had never been to Frisco, Mim left it to her and she chose Fisherman's Wharf.

  We spent several hours there, including a seafood meal. Sitting in a booth at the Crab House on Pier 39, Mim, her eyes worried, asked “Scott, as you know Nora has never been here before. She is having a great time. Would it upset you if we stayed the week out? You could fly back tomorrow instead of that long boring ride."

  I smiled. I had enjoyed the calm, easygoing ride up to Frisco. The scenery, the ocean, the exquisite sunset over water. For a second, I thought about staying with them but that meant I wouldn't get back to LA until Sunday or Monday and I'd still have to drive back to Vegas. That meant I would lose an extra five days and I needed to get my clients some work.

  "No problem, Auntie, I'll catch a red eye out after the last show. I assume Stephens can take me to the airport."

  "Of course, Scottie. I knew you'd understand. Thank you."

  We caught all three shows. Extremely impressed, my aunt told me she knew a recording industry bigwig who lived in Berkley and was going to try to get him there to watch the Rachel and CC.

  * * * *

  The flight to LA was uneventful. I arrived around four in the morning, took a cab to Auntie's place, got in my Mustang and never looked back until I hit home in Vegas, around ten AM.

  After the lonely drive home, I fell asleep on the couch in the living room, musing over Rachel teaching Chloe ‘I'm Not a Virgin Anymore’ while playing the music on the piano. I woke up in the middle of an ethereal dream.

  Rachel, Chloe and I were all naked. The piano bench was set ninety degrees to the keyboard and having laid me face up on the piano bench, Rachel sat on my face grinding her hot dripping pussy into my loving mouth while playing ‘I'm Not a Virgin Anymore’ on the piano. Chloe was at my altar sucking her heart out.

  She paused and said, “Rachel, I can't sing with Scott's prick in my mouth. Can't I just get on him?"

  "I guess so.” she said. “Just don't forget who he belongs to."

  "Of course.” Chloe began singing and got to her feet. Lifting a leg over the piano bench she straddled my lower torso and eased her slick pink snatch, with a ring through her clit, down over my engorged length. I couldn't believe how good she felt.

  Chloe leaned forward and hugged my naked wife. She reached around Rachel, her hands joining mine on Rachel's pert modest breasts. “Ooh,” Rachel said “That's it, Chloe. Pinch my nipples."

  Rachel's entire sex was moving to and fro. My tongue probed and licked her entire sweet tasty vulva. As my tongue felt her enlarged clit, I closed my lips around it sucking hard and nibbling lightly with my teeth. She started moving franticly as she worked up to a climax.

  Her increased movements caused Chloe to move harder and faster grinding her sheath into my hilt. Breathlessly, Chloe joked, “I'll bet Rachel's piano teacher ... never dreamed ... she would play the piano this way.” My vision, which had been watching the spectacle of four hands fondling Rachel's two breasts, left my body and viewed our threesome as a voyeur. The sight was too much and I began to cum. I moved my hands to Chloe's hips guiding her as I shot wads of spunk into her sopping cunt. This prompted Chloe to begin her own ritual of bliss, moving wildly and screaming indelicate but sexy exclamations.

  We weren't cumming together but rather in tandem. Surrealistically, as Chloe began her climax, Rachel had finished hers and continued playing and singing, ‘I'm Not a Virgin Anymore.'

  I awoke, fully clothed, wishing the sexy dream had continued. My dick was hard as a brick and my pants sported a wet spot at the crotch from pre-cum. Glancing at my watch—three o'clock, I went into my bedroom undressed and stepping into the shower, introduced the soap to my still erect throbbing prick.

  After my shower, refreshed in more ways than one, I called Rachel. The positive reception they received at the Purple Onion, thrilled her. “Guess what?” she said, “Mim said a record producer is coming to see us at the show tonight. Isn't that exciting?"

  So Mim pulled it off.

  Rachel continued, I just love your aunt. She's being so nice to me, CC too. She just took us to lunch at Fisherman's Wharf.

  We talked for about ten minutes. Before signing off, she suggested phone-sex. “I should be back in my hotel room by midnight. If you're still up, call me and we can have some pretend sex. Remember how I made you cum with my hands. I could make you think I'm doing that again."

  I smiled. I'll have to stay up. “What about you?"

  "I'm sure we'll think of something."

  It was time for me to get to work. I called the Entertainment Director at several hotels. Most weren't in so I left messages. However, my call to Guy Stewart at the Tropicana was a little encouraging. “Hey Scott, congratulations. I know the lady must be something to land a player like you. I certainly would give her a look but we're gearing up for a major renovation, which should last a year, so we're cutting back for now. Tell you what. If you're just looking to get a foot in the door, call Bill Tomlin at the Riviera. They're in the market for new talent."

  I hung up from Guy and dialed the direct line he had given me. “This is Bill."

  "Hi, Bill. This is Scott Rader of Donovan, Bishop and Rader. Guy Stewart at the Trop suggested I call you."

  I told him about CC ‘n Cooke, how great they were and so forth. I added that I just married one of the principals and wanted to get her based in Vegas.

  "CC and Cooke. Is that the group that just played at Pokey's?"

  "Yes, it is."

  "I heard good things about them from a couple girls in accounting. I'll tell you what, Scott, I'm buried the rest of this week but Monday morning, at nine o'clock, bring everything you got. I might be able to use them in Lebistro. I warn you though. It won't pay that much"

  "How much might that be, Bill?"

  "Five, maybe six thousand a week."

  That didn't sound too bad to me for a foot in the door job but I pushed it. “What if they had a record contract?"

  "We might be able to bump it a little, but frankly, with a record contact in toe, I'd take them to one of the bigger places. MGM, Bally's, Hilton, you could probably get ten or twelve grand there."

  "Appreciate, your honesty, Bill. See you Monday morning. Prepare to be enchanted."

  As I hung up, stoked, my first inclination was to call Rachel but decided it was better to call her with a sure thing instead of a maybe, even if it sounded like a sure thing.

  * * * *

  That Monday, as the valet went to fetch my car, I pumped my fist in the air. “Yes!” As my red Mustang pulled up, I tipped the valet a twenty and hopped in, laying a swath of rubber.

  This was a great start. A three month contract at fifty-five hundred a week. This was too good to tell to Rachel over t
he phone. I'm going to fly up to tell her and CC in person.

  I went home, called my travel agent and packed. The agent called me back with a reservation for a flight in three hours.

  "It cost you a bunch though."

  "How much?"

  "Four hundred thirty-nine dollars."

  "Thanks, Chuck. It'll be worth it. By the way, see what kind of deals you can get me on a round trip flight to Paris for two or three."

  Chuck joked, “Three? You taking your mother-in-law?” He laughed.

  "Actually, my mother-in-law is kind of hot for a forty-five year old black woman, but the third party would be my new wife's partner. Gotta go."

  I could hear Chuck saying, “Wait a min...” as I hung up. I didn't have time for long explanations.

  Being so wired, I couldn't think straight. I had to get going so I left early and waited at the airport an extra hour.

  I didn't know why, but I knew I needed to get to San Francisco as soon as possible. If I had checked my message recorder, I would have known why.

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  Chapter Nineteen

  Crossing Paths

  "Nude vs. Naked: You are nude until confronted with someone who is fully dressed, then you're NAKED"

  —Unknown

  When I got to Frisco, I took a cab straight to the hotel. I picked up a bouquet of roses and went straight up to her room. After there was no answer to my knock, I tried Chloe's room next door. It was approaching five o'clock and I decided they were in the hotel restaurant or they had left early for the club.

  Since they weren't in the restaurant, I caught a cab and headed for the club. Wanting to surprise her, I didn't want to call her. The cab pulled up to the Purple Onion, I paid the driver and rushed in. I looked all around but no Rachel, no CC.

  Asking the bartender if he had seen Rachel or CC, he shook his head. “You need to see the manager. He's in his office. His name is Joe."

  "Thanks, I met Joe last week."

  "Hi, Joe. Remember me? Scott Rader, Rachel's husband. I'm looking for her. You haven't seen her yet today have you?"

  The shocked look on Joe's face gave me a start. “Haven't you heard? Your wife's in the hospital."

  My stomach tightened and I retched. A cold sweat invaded my body. Suddenly I was so dizzy I had to sit down.

  "What hospital?"

  Joe rose and came over to me. “I thought I heard someone say St. Luke's. Are you all right? You're as white as a ghost."

  "No, I'm not all right. I leave my wife for four days and when I come back, she's hospitalized. Where's Chloe?"

  "Who?"

  "CC."

  "She's at the hospital too. Keeping vigil."

  "Lester, too?"

  Joe got a funny look in his eyes.

  "Lester?” I repeated.

  "He's been arrested."

  "What for?"

  "I'm not sure, but it has something to do with Rachel going to the hospital."

  I took out my cell phone and cursed when I saw the battery had gone dead. “May I use your phone?"

  "Of course."

  I dialed Chloe and got her on the third ring. “Hello?” she asked.

  "Chloe, It's Scott. What's—"

  Chloe interrupted, with panic in her voice she said, “Scott where are you? I've been trying to get you since early this morning?"

  "I heard about the hospital. What hospital are you at?"

  Apparently, she wasn't sure because I heard her asking someone. When I heard someone tell her St. Luke's, I said, “Chloe, I'll be right there. Give me the room and floor."

  "You're here? In Frisco?"

  "Yes. I just arrived."

  "We're in the trauma center on the first floor."

  "I'm on my way."

  I hung up, ran outside, flagged the first cab I saw and leaped in. “How far is St. Luke's Hospital?"

  "It's about four miles as the crow flies, six on surface streets."

  "I'll give you an extra fifty if you get me there in ten minutes. All right?"

  He took off with haste. “You bet ... wait a minute. What if I get a ticket?"

  "If you get stopped, I will pay your ticket."

  The driver got there in slightly over ten minutes, but I gave him the tip anyway for effort. I raced into the Hospital emergency room entrance and asked the woman at the desk. “Where's the Trauma Center?"

  "Through the double doors, turn right, about two hundred feet down, you'll see a big sign."

  "Thanks."

  In a panic, I raced down the hall to a pair of doors with a large sign that read Trauma Center, admittance restricted. Looking right I saw Chloe sitting in an open waiting room. I went in and stood in front of her. When she looked up at me an expression of relief crossed her face although tear streaks revealed she'd been crying. “Scott. Where were you? I kept calling you.” She stood up and hugged me, bawling. “I'm so sorry. I tried, really. Please forgive me."

  "Chloe, you're not making sense.” Pulling away from her, I grabbed her arms and stared at her. Tell me what happened. Where's Rachel? How is she?"

  Chloe's head nodded to the double doors. “She's in there. I don't think she's in danger. She's just beat up—bad. It was Lester! The bastard! I tried to stop him but he kept hitting me and shoving me away."

  "Okay, calm down. I'm here now. Start at the beginning. What happened?"

  "It was about ten thirty. I was dressed and putting on my makeup to go to breakfast with Rachel when I suddenly heard her screaming, calling my name asking for help. We had adjacent rooms and the common door was unlocked. I'm not sure how Lester got in there or what happened. All I know is when I went through that door Rachel was laying on the floor and Lester was sitting on her, ripping off her clothes. She was fighting him off, but he was too strong."

  "He was beating her, choking her. Scott ... he was raping her. First, I tried to push him off. Then, I tried hitting him. She was crying. Scott, she called for me, you, ‘help me please,’ she whimpered."

  I was in shock. Shaking, “Where is he? I'll kill him.” My legs felt weak so I sat down. “What happened then?"

  "I couldn't budge him. I had to call the police. So, I ran back in my room and dialed 911. They wanted me to stay on the line, but I told them I couldn't, I had to help Rachel. I grabbed my purse and ran back in Rachel's room. He was slapping her and fucking her. Nobody leaves him he kept saying and he'd punch her. ‘You cunt, nobody drops me’ and he backhanded her. Searching thru my purse, I found it. The pepper spray. Nervous as hell, I walked up to him and said ‘Lester.’ He looked at me and I sprayed the pepper spray in his face. He reached for his eyes and screamed so loud it hurt my ears. He rolled off Rachel and curled on the floor, crying and weeping. He kept saying, ‘My eyes, my eyes.’”

  "I went to Rachel. She was a bloody mess but she was conscious and coherent. After I helped her up and walked her into my room, I laid her on the bed, picked up the phone and told the 911 dispatcher that I had broken up the attack with pepper spray. And that Rachel was beaten up seriously and they should send an ambulance too."

  "Rachel said, ‘thanks’ and she started to tell me what happened. I could tell it was hard for her physically and psychologically. Her voice was raspy, eyes were black, nose bloody, bottom lip swollen and split and her throat bruised."

  "Grabbing the taser from my purse, I went back in Rachel's room to check on Lester. He'd managed to stand. I'm not sure if he could see me, because his eyes were a mess, bloodshot and teary, but he seemed to sense me. He said ‘You bitch, I'm going to kill you’ and lunged for me. He had me around the throat. I panicked and almost passed out before I remembered the taser, I pushed the electrodes into his abdomen and he shrieked. Since his hands were on me, I felt it too, though not as bad. I released the button and he toppled to the floor. He was lying on the floor still in his clothes but with his soft dick sticking out of the opening in his pants."

  I noted the red marks on her throat. “I'm going to kill him, Chloe
!"

  She stared intensely at me before she brushed a strand of my hair back and said, “No, you're not, he's not worth it. You have to take care of her ... and me. We want Lester out our life and you're our agent now for real."

  I took Chloe's hand. “That's why I'm here, Babe, to tell Rachel and you the great news. I had no idea about this. CC ‘n Cooke is scheduled to start at the Riviera Hotel in Vegas, five weeks from now."

  Normally, Chloe would have been elated, but the event that occurred took the shine off my good news. Still, she seemed pleased. “That's really good news. Thank you.” She kissed me on the lips. “That's for Rachel and me. I knew you could do it."

  Just then, a doctor came in and walked up to Chloe. “You're with Rachel Rader, right?"

  Bless her, I thought. She used my name.

  "Yes, and this is her husband, Scott Rader. He barely arrived from Las Vegas."

  "Good.” Addressing me, she continued. “I'm Dr. Dezuri. Your wife is in stable condition, suffering some lacerations but mostly scratches and contusions. Her throat is of some concern. I understand she is a singer?"

  "Yes, we both are,” said Chloe.

  "Fine. My advice is for her to take a three or four week vacation from singing. Her larynx suffered trauma and could use some rest. Her injuries are all cosmetic. I see no reason to keep her here, but it's up to you."

  "Can we see her now?"

  She nodded. “Follow me."

  Chloe and I trailed the doctor as she led us through a maze and finally, I saw her in a curtained cubicle. The doctor pointing toward her, said, “Call if you need me."

  Rachel was awake and her eyes lit up when she saw us. She winced as she tried to smile.

  As we walked to the edge of the bed, she joked. “Come to give me my last rites?"

  We both hugged her. When I pulled back, I looked at her. She looked almost like Chloe had two weeks ago only more severe. Two black eyes instead of one, split lip with stitches bandaged nose and overall a few more scrapes and bruises. I was relieved. My Rachel was intact. “Sonabitch broke my nose."

  "It'll heal. Probably give it some character.” I joked.

  She tried to smile and winced again. “Crooked nose to go along with my crooked smile that you're always talking about."