Chapter 2

Erin raised an eyebrow. “So it’s a lesbian thing?”

“For lack of a better term, yes.”

Once again, there was a hint of embarrassment on Salumeh’s part, and Erin was left with a devilish delight.

“So what’s the hook?” Erin asked. “Each one of your erotic stories has a delicious hook to it.”

“That’s what I’m stuck on at the moment. I’ve already written the build-up to it, which I think is fantastic, if I may say so. But I don’t want random sex– too tacky. Especially as a lesbian story. There’s got to be a reason for their impromptu passion. I really like the idea of a gift exchange where they do things, possibly erotic things, for a benefit. And it plays towards their interests in panties and stockings and whatever kinks they have in that little lingerie shop.”

Erin paused a moment with a thoughtful look on her face. “Hmmm… I think I may have a suggestion, if you’d like to hear it.”

“I have a feeling our minds are on the same page.”

“How about this: I’ll ask you a question, and if your answer is adequate, I’ll reward you with an equally matched gift. It’s the perfect game and it can serve as inspiration for your story. We can role play it.”

“You have a writer’s mind,” Salumeh jokingly pointed out.

“No, I’m afraid I’m no writer. My talent lies within customer service, it seems. Isn’t helping an author with her writings an example of excellent customer service?”

“I appreciate your help. I really do. But why are you doing this for me?”

Erin blushed. “You’re kind of a hero of mine. Every once in awhile we’ll have a celebrity come through our doors and usually I have no idea who they are. But a novelist like you? I’m in awe.”

The words and the sincerity were flattering. Salumeh had certainly received high praise before, but never in a setting like this. Never in a situation where she was alone with a young woman who she found quite attractive. The chemistry between them only seemed to grow by the second.

Moreover, Erin had been filled with wide-eyed enthusiasm all evening and seemed even more enchanted. At this point, Salumeh was convinced Erin was interested, in the adult sense of the word.

Salumeh couldn’t help but wonder if this foray could lead to something new, something exciting in private. And if she declined this unique opportunity, would she always regret it?

“Room service comes with confidentiality, doesn’t it?” Salumeh asked. “Like the way lawyers are bound to keeping their clients’ secrets?”

Erin nodded. “Hotel policy is clear, unambiguous, and strict. Our confidentiality is as good as any lawyer’s, I can assure you. And if this is going where I hope it is, my discretion is iron-clad.”

“Then…” Salumeh’s voice trailed off as she accepted the proposal. “I’m ready for my gifts. What did you have in mind?”

Erin came to life and stood up. She surveyed the room the way a movie director would. Finally, her thoughts became clear.

“You sit on the bed,” Erin said. “I’ll stand in front of you.”

Salumeh playfully made a long face as she went. “Oh dearie me. What have I gotten myself into?”

She sat on the bed and Erin stood with perfect posture in the small open space of the hotel room.

Erin winked. “Think about it like this: You’ll have plenty of emotional resources for your future erotica stories. Possibly even your novels.”

“Yes, well, I never plan to incorporate this sort of thing into any of my novels.”

“And why not?” Erin asked suggestively.

“I want to hear you say it. It’s more fun that way. Trust me.”

“My family background,” Salumeh admitted. “I consider myself American as apple pie. But to actually write about these things openly or play these sorts of games with another woman…”

Her voice trailed off. Salumeh felt her heartbeat rising. She was definitely dealing with a girl who had a goal in mind. Whatever it was, it was a game worth playing.

Erin moved her fingers to her uniform’s skirt. “Taboo, isn’t it?”

“Extremely. I would likely be disowned by my family if they knew.”

Somehow those words seemed to entice Erin.

“Same with my family,” Erin agreed. “They’re traditional, like yours. But this is our secret. Now for your first gift of the evening. I’m fairly satisfied with your answer.”

Erin seemed nervous, yet excited, as she undid her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. Once it landed, she picked it up without any regard for neatness. Her shift was already over and she didn’t need to be wrinkle-free anymore.

In a surprising move, she tossed it to Salumeh, who caught it reflexively and smiled.

So there she stood, with her hotel receptionist persona in perfect order, minus the skirt. She wore small white panties. Her upper thighs were bare. And the rest of her legs were covered in thigh-high stockings which made her legs look unbelievably sexy.

“Is this necessary?” Salumeh asked, having second thoughts already.

“I arrived this evening as your room service. If you wish to dismiss me, that’s your call. But since you’re not doing so, I’ll assume you accept me in my new role as your inspiration and interrogator. So let’s go for an easier question. Do you think I’m pretty?”

Erin gave a playfully stern look and put her hands on her hips. Clearly she was unsatisfied with the answer.

“I think you’re really pretty,” Salumeh tried again, this time trying to be more honest with her feelings. “In fact, I was pleasantly surprised when you answered the door. You seem, I don’t know, like a sweet young woman. And that’s not something I normally say to people.”

Erin smiled, “That’s adequate. Now for your next gift.”

While they looked at each other, each of them equally nervous, Erin unbuttoned and removed her blazer and tossed it to Salumeh, who gladly caught it.

“This is too much,” Salumeh said.

“You haven’t kicked me out.”

“Maybe I’m just building my courage to do that.”

Erin laughed. “It’s a little late for that. Now for a more intimate question. Have you ever been with another woman?”

“Then no gift for you,” Erin said, putting her hands down at her sides.

Salumeh was surprised by how disappointed she was. “Fair enough.”

“Have you ever thought about another woman?”

The question gave Salumeh a long pause. She knew the answer. But to share it with a hotel employee? It was a chance worth taking.

“I have,” Salumeh said. “Based on research, many women have.”

“I don’t care about research. I want to know about you. Do you want your gift or not?”

Salumeh took a deep breath. “I think about women sometimes. Inappropriate things. Let’s just say that my thoughts conflict with some of my cultural and religious beliefs.”

“That makes two of us.”

Erin seemed more confident, more emboldened, as she began to unbutton the bottom of her blouse. Button by button, she moved upwards.

“Wait, stop,” Salumeh said when Erin’s bra was exposed. “No nudity, please. I… I don’t want to go that far.”

As far as they had come, Erin understood completely. However, there was a quiet understanding between them. They read each other’s eyes. They both wanted to go further and were both very much aroused.

“I respect your wishes, but I still owe you a gift,” Erin said. “And rules are rules.”

Instead of showing her breasts, Erin reached down to her undergarments. She decided to put on a little show for Salumeh by rubbing her own legs at the top of her stockings. She rubbed inside of her own thighs and felt the smoothness of the undergarments.

By the look in Salumeh’s eyes, it was working. Both of them breathed harder and their lips quivered.

Things went to a more taboo level when Erin stood upright again and rubbed her crotch. She rubbed her white panties, on top of her mound with both hands. With her right hand, she rubbed her aching clitoris. With her left hand, she rubbed her labia.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Salumeh sighed. “Not literally, of course.”

“Should I stop? Or would you like another gift?”

There was a brief internal struggle. Erin kept on rubbing herself. And Salumeh hung her head down slightly, almost with a look of shame.

“I want it,” Salumeh said.

Erin continued rubbing herself. “That response is not gift worthy.”

Salumeh’s heart raced. “I want you.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, but I imagine it being tender and slow, with you being presented to me somehow, as crazy as that sounds.”

Erin smiled and shook her head. “Not so crazy, Ms. Parsa. Anything is possible. I have an idea.”

While still scantily dressed, Erin put the messy plate of cheesecake crumbs back onto the service cart, which had a traditional long white cloth over it, along with the cup of nearly finished hot chocolate. The dishes were placed at the end of the cart.

Then Erin stepped on the chair, which allowed her to then step on the cart. She then sat her petite body on the cart’s cloth, with her feet next to the messy dishes. She had now become the perfect room service offering.

Erin crooked her finger. “Come here, you.”

“Is this my gift?” Salumeh asked, walking over to the service cart which Erin sat on like a present.

“Perfect hotel presentation,” Erin smiled. “Now, answer me honestly. As honest as you’ve ever been before. What do you want to do to me?”

The question instantly made Salumeh’s panties stained. She knew full well what she wanted to do to this room service beauty. She had all sorts of naughty thoughts. Thoughts which were sacrilegious in her culture. But she was only human and she had her needs and desires.

“I want to kiss you on the lips,” Salumeh answered awkwardly. In spite of her literary accomplishments, she felt totally out of her element and her speech patterns had descended. “And I also want to rub you. I want to slip two fingers inside you and rub.”

Erin licked her lips and reached down. Despite sitting uncomfortably on the cart, she managed to pull her panties away, flinging them to the floor, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy.

The sight made Salumeh’s heart skip a beat.

“Your next gift is to kiss me,” Erin said.

“I… I can’t…” Salumeh stammered.

“The curtains are closed. The door is locked. I won’t tell anyone. Will you?”