Hotel K's entrance was suitably discreet, tucked away down a small side street. I knew the city well but had no idea this place even existed. Soline, by contrast, knew precisely where we were heading, and I rather wondered if this was not her first visit.

A rather hefty doorman opened the door for us as we arrived, having first diligently checked that we had a confirmed booking. The building was old, industrial—exposed brick walls, elegantly and expensively renovated. We entered what appeared to be the reception area.

“Ms Smith, Ms Smythe and Dr Smith, welcome to Hotel Kink. We very much hope you enjoy your stay. I will have my colleague Samantha show you to your room.”

I stared blankly at the rather beautiful, elegant woman who had checked us in.

“My name isn’t Smith,” I queried.

“Ms Smith at Hotel Kink. Everyone is called Smith; we are extremely discreet. I’m sure you understand.”

The woman wore a name badge. “Thank you for clarifying, Sally … Smith, I presume.”

“That would be correct. Ms Smyth, your invoice; everything is taken care of.”

I watched as ‘Sally’ pressed a small button on her desk.

“Samantha will be right with you. Good afternoon.”

A door opened, and a tall, red-haired woman, perhaps in her early twenties, walked toward us, wearing a black, sheer, deep-V bodysuit and matching patent heels that barely covered her small, firm breasts.

“Great tits,” I whispered to James.

“Thank you,” Samantha replied. “Follow me, please.”

Our guide strutted confidently down a dimly lit passage, her arse framed by thin ribbons of material.   

We reached a doorway; Samantha pushed it open and ushered us through.

“Welcome to Hotel K.”        

We entered a large circular atrium, dimly lit, peaceful, erotic. At the centre of the space was a large communal area filled with sofas adorned with plush cushions. The seemingly open bedrooms were equally spaced around the wall.

“We have put you in room one; this way, please.”

I glanced at James, who looked perplexed. Soline, by contrast, grinned knowingly.

The bedrooms had no outer walls or doors, the ultimate in open planning, I thought to myself.

Following Samantha into our room, we stood at the foot of our extremely large, perfectly made bed.

“Let me explain some house rules: this is your room. Other guests are free to watch whatever you choose to get up to, but they are not permitted to enter unless you invite them in. Likewise, you may look into other guests' rooms, but you must not enter unless they ask you. This is important; I trust you get my drift,” Samantha sounded artificially stern. We acknowledged our understanding.

“Good. Let me explain some of the services we offer our guests. Every room has a Maid who is responsible for ensuring that your every need and desire is met. I have chosen to look after the three of you based on the application you made to stay at Hotel K.”

“We had to apply?” James asked.

“Yes, Soline made the application on behalf of the three of you. This is an exclusive club. Many want to join; few are afforded the opportunity. Congratulations.”

James and I gawked at our room, which was truly impressive.

“James, Harmony, pay attention, no?” Soline said.

Samantha continued, “Whenever you need me, pull the red cord over the bed, and I will be pleased to attend to you.”

James looked perplexed.

“Soline did warn us that you can be a little reserved, James. So perhaps I need to be a little more explicit. I am, of course, happy to bring you refreshments or clean towels, but I suggest you would not be making the best use of my talents. You might, just as an example, want to watch me eating Soline’s or Harmony’s pussy, which would be my absolute pleasure. Alternatively, you may want me to fuck you in the arse with a strap-on; I understand this is something you rather enjoy, ‘shy boy.’”

“Oh, I see what you mean now,” James replied sheepishly.

“Good, I’m glad you’ve finally caught on. Now, let me show you the equipment cupboard.”

Samantha slid open a hidden door in one of the room's walls. Elegantly presented was a vast array of bondage gear and sex toys: whips, ropes, dildos, butt plugs.

“Fuck me, that’s quite the toy cupboard,” I blurted out.

“Indeed, I hope that I have selected well. Harmony, there are a selection of whips that I suspect Soline and James will enjoy punishing you with. I understand you are not so good at following rules, am I correct?”

“Just a vicious rumour,” I said, laughing.      

“I suspect not,” Samantha asserted.

Soline picked up an intimidatingly large, gold-coloured butt plug and inspected it.

“Too much, even for you, Soline?” Samantha enquired.

“Pour moi? Non. I think I could. Would you like to put it in me?” Soline said confidently.

“Later, if you would like,” Samantha said playfully. “First, you all need to get undressed and take a shower. You must be nice and clean.”

There was a slightly awkward silence until we all realised that Samantha was expecting us to undress now. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Soline was first to get nude, pulling her skimpy little cream dress over her head, discarding it on the floor. Samantha picked it up, folded it, and placed it on a chair.

“Soline, you have an exquisite body; your photographs do not do you justice,” Samantha remarked.

Looking a little self-conscious, I saw James pull his trademark black T-shirt over his head and slowly unbutton his jeans. Not wanting to be the last one naked, I swiftly dropped my denim shorts to the ground and lifted my little crop top over my head. The three of us stood in front of Samantha, apparently ready for inspection.

“Harmony, you are so gorgeous. And James, that is a glorious manhood; I am, as I suspect a number of our guests are, going to enjoy having you inside me,” Samantha said approvingly.

As Samantha collected our clothes, we headed to the shower, expansive and clearly designed for sharing. I looked back into our room; Samantha had departed, presumably to get us some drinks. Standing in the shower, we looked at each other, smiling.

“What the fuck is this place, Soline?” I asked.

“You like it? It is quite, how you say, unique.”

“It’s definitely not the kind of place that I’m used to staying in,” James chipped in.

I felt right at home in Hotel K and was excited about how far we might push boundaries. My pussy was pounding, and I was already in need of a fuck. Suspecting that Samantha would be disappointed if she came back and found us at it in the shower, I needed another way to let off steam, something in keeping with our kinky surroundings.

“I need to pee; do you mind if I go in here?” I asked.

“Me as well,” Soline said quickly, catching my idea.

“As we are in Hotel K, should we pee on you, James? Would you like a golden shower?”

“I’d confess it is not something I’ve ever experienced, but I have no objections.”

“You have no objection; most men would love to have two hot chicks pee on them,” I said, teasing him.

“Yes, I would love it. Of course I would,” he clarified.

“Good boy.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Samantha had returned and was laying out drinks on a table in the room. She looked me in the eye, disapprovingly. Fuck her.

Soline and I both leaned back against the concrete shower wall and pushed our hips forward. I put my hand on my mound so that I could expose my pee hole. Closing my eyes to relax, I felt the first few drops, and then a flow of piss came out of me and onto James’s belly.

“Here I go,” Soline said as pee gushed from her.         

Soline and I laughed loudly as our pee sprayed over James.

“Did you like that, James? We are dirty whores, aren’t we?” I said.

As we dried ourselves off, Samantha stood and watched us. I rather hoped our antics had impressed her, and that she understood we weren't at all intimidated by Hotel K.

“You’re quite the filthy sluts aren’t you,” Samantha said.

“Did we shock you?” I enquired.

“Not in the slightest. Your drinks are here. Oh, and I have a little surprise for you!”

Walking back into the bedroom, I noticed that a few more guests had arrived. All extremely attractive, all accompanied by their own hotel maid. I also noticed something else new in our room.

“As you have noticed, some more of your fellow patrons have arrived. Hotel K has five rooms, and six other guests will be here tonight. There will also be two special guests arriving tomorrow; I am sure you will be excited to meet them.”

My curiosity piqued: who were they? Pop stars, or famous actors, I wondered. Samantha handed each of us a Gin and Tonic in sophisticated crystal glasses. We thanked her.

“Are you not having one as well?” Soline enquired.

“I am not permitted to drink with our guests. It might distract me from my duties.”

“Shame,” I said with just a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

“James, I am pleased with you; it was a good decision to invite you to the hotel. Soline, Harmony, I sense that you are a little defiant. And if you’ll excuse the pun, I'd rather like to take the piss. As you are aware, that is not how Hotel K operates, so I think a little boundary setting is required.”

“Harmony, I think we are in trouble,” Soline quipped.

“You make my point for me perfectly, Soline. You've noticed I had a cage delivered to your room. You will spend some time in there so you can contemplate your attitude.”

“You’re kidding. I thought that was for James!” I said, laughing.

“Get in the cage, ladies; do not worry about James. I will keep him occupied.”

Samantha opened the door of the small black cage and beckoned us to enter. I confess this was a new experience for me, one that was making me a little wet. One of the other guests hesitated as they walked past our room, watching us squeeze ourselves into the confined space. With the door closed and padlocked, Samantha turned to James.

“Bring that chair over, please… babe.”

‘Babe.’ What the actual... He was such an obedient cunt, James, who dutifully relocated the austere dining chair as instructed. I pushed at the cage door, in part to check it was actually locked - it was - and to signal to James that we were still here. He glanced at us for a brief moment, then turned away; I was pissed, but also horny. Curious whether our temporary incarceration was having a similar effect on Soline, I watched her take deep, controlled breaths; the fiery look in her eyes suggested she quite possibly was.

“Sit,” Samantha commanded.

James glanced across at Soline and me, as if seeking permission. Samantha responded by slapping James hard across the face. Ouch, that looked like it hurt.

“Do not look at those sluts, look at me and only me. And do as you are told.”

Fuck, what was going on? When Soline invited me to come along for a kinky weekend of fun, I hadn’t quite appreciated what I was signing up to. James sat in the chair as commanded; Samantha stood in front of him, slipped off her little red bodysuit, and let it float to the ground. Kneeling in front of James, she squeezed his nipple hard; he winced in pain. His cock was instantly hard.

Samantha smiled at James. “I’ve been asked to relieve you, James, so that you can perform at your best tonight. This won’t take long.”

Opening her mouth wide, Samantha slid James’s cock easily down her throat, wrapping her lips around the base of his manhood. I have no idea how she did it, but almost immediately James grunted and ejaculated.

“Good boy, you needed a clear-out, I think.”

James nodded, clearly bewildered by what he had just experienced.

“You need to come with me; my colleagues are going to take care of Harmony and Soline. They also need some assistance getting ready for tonight.”

She took James's hand, and he stood; I could see spunk dripping from the end of his now flaccid penis.

“We’ll see you later, girls… Someone will be along soon, probably,” Samantha teased as they walked out of our room.

I noticed a few guests milling about; one male couple clocked Soline and me in our cage and whispered to each other, seemingly intrigued.

“How did she do that, Harmony? Make James blow like that?”

“She’s a professional,” I replied, a little put out.

It felt like we had been locked in our pen for an age, but in reality it had probably only been a few minutes. My horniness had subsided; I wanted out. I rattled the bars in frustration and to attract attention.

Soline tried to calm me, “Chill, my sweet; we will be released soon.”

I hoped Soline knew something I didn’t; she seemed much more comfortable than I was with our current predicament.

“I was wondering,” Soline asked in an enquiring tone, “how much do you know about James? He doesn't seem to say much and gives nothing away.”

It was true, James was cagey in conversation. And really, I knew nothing about his life before he arrived in Larkmere. I assumed Jayne knew more because he had been living with her, but, thinking about it, she’d never let on to me that she did.

“Not much,” I replied. “He’s not one to talk.”

“Don’t you think that’s strange?”

Our conversation was interrupted. Two rather carved young men walked into our room wearing tight black latex shorts and little else.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I’m Simon, and this is Samuel. We have come to take you for your treatments.”

Soline responded enthusiastically, “Hello, boys, we are most pleased to see you. We’re a bit locked in; can you let us out?”

“Of course,” Samuel replied.

Simon stepped forward, opened the cage door, and we clambered out.   

“At last,” I exclaimed.

“You are both beautiful women; we will take good care of you. Follow us, please.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

Samuel replied, “All in good time, Cherie.”

“Ah, you are French, like me,” Soline said excitedly.

“Oui,” Samuel replied a little curtly, in my opinion.

The boys led us toward a black door on the far side of the atrium, with a sign indicating it led to the ‘treatment room’. To my relief, we entered what seemed to be a reasonably standard ‘couples’ massage suite. Even spa-like music streamed through the sound system.

“Soline, I will be treating you; please lie face down on the table,” Samuel asked.

“And Harmony, I will be looking after you.”

I felt a tingle in my pussy, certain that this would be a massage with some additional ‘benefits’, given this was Hotel K.

“How delightful, I’m a bit stiff from being cooped up in that tiny cage for so long,” I said.

“We aim to ensure that you are nice and relaxed, ready for this evening's entertainment,” Simon said reassuringly.

There we were, Soline and I, nude on massage tables with two hot young men about to work magic with their fingers. I glanced across at Soline and grinned.

“Garçons, you are appropriately qualified, oui?”

“Bien sûr que oui,” Samuel replied.

“I take it that means yes?” I quipped.

“Oui,” Soline confirmed.

Closing my eyes, I felt warm oil drip onto my back, and Simon's young hands began to rub my back and shoulders. My mind wandered, and I pondered for a moment if Samantha was similarly helping James chill out. Enough about James; I really devoted too much time to thinking about him.

Simon worked his way down to my lower back; he was doing a rather good job. What was he going to do when he got to my arse, I wondered. Fleetingly, I imagined him touching my pussy as if we were in some porn video. There was a pause; I felt more oil being poured liberally over my behind and down my legs. Simon placed a hand just above my knee; I felt the pressure increase. He pushed upwards, but as he approached my cunt I felt his hand move to the side and onto my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, digging into me. My clit pulsed in anticipation; I wanted to be touched.

In a whisper, I heard Simon say, “Your massage is complete; now we move on to the cleansing procedure.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I blurted.

I heard Soline chuckle; I was not amused. I was horny and needed an orgasm.

“Patience, Harmony. We know your needs, all in good time. But we must cleanse you first.”

What did he mean? Still lying face down on the massage table, I could hear the boys moving around, seemingly preparing our ‘cleansing’.

“I need you to relax; you might feel a little scratch, but this won’t be too uncomfortable.”

Simon’s finger slid between the cheeks of my arse, and he gently rubbed my ring. When he removed his finger, I felt a little pressure, and he slid something inside me. He's giving me an anal douche, I realised. The warm water flowing into my passage confirmed my suspicion. I’d done this to myself before, but having someone do it for me, that was new.

“You need to hold it in for just a couple of minutes, then you can go to the bathroom. I will tell you when.”

I glanced at Soline, who looked back at me, eyes wide open, seemingly trying to communicate that she was as taken aback by what was happening as I was.

“Soline, Harmony, you may go to the bathroom now. Once you have finished, please return to your respective beds, and we will finish your preparation and escort you back to your room,” Samuel instructed us.

Simon held open a door to the bathroom; Soline and I gingerly got up from our respective beds and waddled carefully toward the cubicle. In keeping with the rest of Hotel K, the bathroom was ‘open plan’, two toilets next to each other. We both sat down, relaxed and let the fluid inside us gush out.

“That feels better,” I said.

“What a relief; I could not have held it in any longer,” Soline chuckled.

“What will they do to us next, do you think?”

“I have no idea; we go with the flow, I guess.”

“We had better go back; we don’t want to get ourselves put back in the cage, do we?”

Returning to our respective massage beds, I made a conscious decision to relax and enjoy the experience; my earlier bravado, however, was substantially diminished. I felt Simon wipe my behind with a warm, damp cloth. It felt nice to feel clean again.

“What now?” I asked.

“Please don’t speak; relax and enjoy. I’m sure you will like what’s coming next,” Simon replied in a firm, authoritative tone.

I heard what sounded like a pump dispenser being pressed and then felt Simon's obviously lubricated hand press between my arse cheeks. A finger located my ring, and I felt him push into me. Yes, this, I thought to myself, is much more like it. He fucked my arse several times and then removed his finger. Smoothly, he then inserted what I suspected must have been three fingers into me, and I felt myself stretch. Fuck, this felt nice; I did enjoy having my arse finger fucked. He continued to stretch me. I pondered if Simon was going to try and fist fuck me; even for me that would be too much. My clit was throbbing; I was desperate to touch myself and release my orgasm.      

“You are ready now, Harmony,” Simon said.

“Ready for what?” I replied, rather hoping I was at last going to get fucked.

“Open your eyes. I am going to insert this into you.”

Simon held in his hand possibly the largest butt plug I had seen; out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Samuel was also showing Soline hers.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I exclaimed.

“You’re nice and stretched; it will slide in effortlessly. Trust me, I know what I am doing. Just chill. Oh, I should tell you that you will need to keep it in until Samantha permits you to remove it.”

Fucking Samantha. I put my head back onto the massage table and tried to relax my ring, aware that if I didn’t, this would hurt like hell. Simon positioned the tip of the plug into me, then pushed a little deeper. I felt myself clench. He pushed again, this time deeper into me. I panted audibly.

Hearing me, Simon responded reassuringly, “It will be okay; this time, all the way.”

Before I could process what Simon had said, I felt him push the plug firmly into me. There was a sharp pain as my anal ring stretched; quickly, it subsided. My passage felt full, and my cunt felt tight.

“Well done. Take a few minutes, then Samuel and I will escort you to your room.”

“Thank you,” I replied, for some unknown reason.

I looked towards Soline to confirm that she was ready to go. We stood side by side; I took her hand and held it tight.

“Are you okay?” I enquired.

“I think so; it was quite a lot to take in.”

“I know, I can feel it pushing against my g-spot; I’m fucking desperate.”

“Oui, me too.”

“Let’s get you back to your room, shall we?” Samuel asked.

Still clutching each other's hands, we walked back to our room. I wondered if Samantha and James would be waiting for us, but when we arrived, the room was deserted. I slumped onto the bed; Soline lay next to me. The boys looked at each other and then at us.

“If you would like some time together now, to relax for a while, that is absolutely fine. However, in our experience you may require a hard fuck, which we would be delighted to provide you. Would you care to see what we have to offer?”

Soline gave me an affirming look. “Oh yes, we would very much like that,” I said.

Without hesitating, Simon and Samuel removed their shorts, exposing their large and somehow already hard cocks.

“That is precisely what we both need. Fuck us now and fuck us hard,” I demanded.

“Certainly, turn over; it works best from behind,” Samuel said

As requested, Soline and I rolled over and stuck our arses in the air. My pussy was dripping wet, and my clit was pulsing. Simon climbed onto the bed behind me and pushed himself into me. It was like something I had never experienced before. My cunt was tight around his manhood — the butt plug working it’s magic — and I let out a scream of pure delight.

“Now fuck me,” I demanded.

Soline didn’t hold back either, wailing loudly with pleasure. We were attracting attention; I clocked that several of the other guests had come over to watch our little spectacle.

Simon fucked me fast and deep; I was going to cum in my cunt, something which rarely happened. I reached for Soline's hand and squeezed it tight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I wailed at the top of my voice, as the most amazing orgasm ripped through me. Soline gripped my hand tightly and squealed with delight, French expletives filling the air. It was unquestionably one of the best fucks I had ever experienced.

Withdrawing their cocks from our cunts, Simon and Samuel stood at the end of our bed. Soline and I rolled over so we could look at them.

“I think our work is done, ladies. I hope we pleased you?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “You’re good boys. Well done.”

“Bon, bon,” Soline panted.

We lay back, watching Simon and Samuel pull on their tight little shorts and depart our room. The guests who had been watching us slowly came into focus; James and Samantha were among them. And one other face that I recognised. What the actual fuck, Jayne. Jayne was here.

“Hello, Harmony. Oh, and Soline. How nice to see you,” Jayne said sarcastically.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, a slightly panicked tone to my voice.

“I told you I knew what that cunt was planning,” Jayne said, looking directly at Soline.

Jayne put an arm around James and Samantha, clearly signalling that they were both in on the ruse.

“I think it’s time for some payback, don’t you?”