CHAPTER 54: MIDNIGHT TEXT

Myla.

Try as I might, I could not actually just relax once I got to my hotel room. I tried everything. I laid down on my bed and started to read. The words, however, just flew past my eyes without me actually taking them in. I think I might’ve read one paragraph at least twelve different times before I realized it was a lost cause. I closed it and then tried to watch a little TV for a bit. I logged into my Netflix account and forced myself to veg out on what I was currently binging (which was the Great British Bake Off). I was already about halfway through the third season. I’m by no means a chef but I do have a weird obsession with cooking shows. I enjoyed them. However, it appeared that this time, I wouldn’t be able to get into that either. I don’t know what was going on with me. No matter what I tried to do to relax, I just couldn't get into it.

“Well this sucks,” I said to the empty room. I turned off the TV and migrated to the bathroom. With the book and TV failing epically, I figured maybe a bath would be the key to actually relaxing. “Let’s give this a try.”

There were no bath bombs or anything like that but I could live without those. A nice, hot bath should do just fine. Or so I hoped. As I stood there, watching the hotel bathtub continue to fill up, I took off my clothes. I dipped a hand into the water to judge if its temperature was the right amount of hot. My hand came away slightly red.

Perfect, I thought to myself.

With much care, I lowered myself into the bathtub. The heat of the water was immediately comforting and I could almost feel it seeping directly into each and every muscle. I let out a long sigh of utter contentment. It appeared the bath might be the key to finally relaxing after all. The soaking made me feel completely at ease. I leaned my head back onto a rolled-up towel I stuck behind me and just closed my eyes.

As soon as I did, all I could see was the contorted and rage-filled face of Grace. My eyes popped open a second later and I actually let out a literal growl of frustration.

“Crap!” I yelled.

I’m not much of an “angry” kind of person but having Grace affect my mood so much was infuriating. It really was. The fact that she was getting under my skin as much as she did made me even angrier. Mostly, though, the anger was directed at myself. Why let someone drive me that crazy? No matter how reasonable and logical that sounded, I couldn't seem to stop either.

“You’re an idiot, Myla,” I said next.

Still, even though I knew it was a waste of time, I continued to try and let the bath force me into relaxation mode. But, just like with the book and the TV, it didn’t work either. Every time I thought I could let go, that angry face of Grace would assault my mind again.

So I tried a different idea.

Instead of letting myself get completely overwhelmed with Grace and our earlier confrontation, I let myself think about other things. Much more…pleasant…things. Things like Fabian. The minute I started to think back on what we had done in that break room, I got incredibly horny. It was almost immediate, which was somewhat shocking. I do masturbate but to get into that kind of mood, it usually takes me a few moments and I mostly did it in the past because I needed some kind of release. I suppose this time, I did it for pretty much the same reason. The ease with which I got into the mood though, that was completely new. Before, I never really had the urge to have sex all that much. It came and went, sure, but never strong enough to actually act on. Ever since Fabian, that was changing. I was horny a lot and the thought of him entering me, of having his dick inside me…

Well now. That really seemed to do the trick. I could feel a sudden rush of intense horniness thinking about that. I wanted to stay in the tub a bit longer but decided to take things to the bed instead. It was just easier and besides, I kind of relished the idea of lying on top of it completely naked, my legs spread and the air caressing nearly every inch of my skin.

I got out of the bath, quickly toweled myself dry, drained the water out of the tub, and then made my way into the main part of the room. My boobs bounced as I walked across the room and I felt my hips sway dramatically as if they had a mind of their own. In a word, I felt…sexy. Probably for the first time in my life, really. Or, at the very least, one of the very few times in my life. I caught sight of myself in the mirror on the way to the bed and saw a naked version of myself staring back at me. I had flaws just like everyone else but this time, they didn’t seem as big of a deal to me as they usually did. I liked what I saw there.

I kept that mindset going, the desire to have an orgasm so thick inside my head that I could barely think of anything else. It still felt a bit weird and awkward to have these feelings become so strong lately but the longer it went on, the more I decided I liked having them. With that thought going through my head, I tore my gaze away from the mirror and climbed onto the bed. I laid down on my back, the cool air coming from the air conditioner wafting across my still-damp skin. It was chilly but I liked the way it felt, especially across my nipples. I glanced down and saw both of them were erect, as if waiting for me to gently caress them with a fingertip.

“Okay,” I said in a breathy whisper. “You win.”

I slid my hands across my body, letting them glide over my skin slowly and softly until they stopped on my boobs. My eyes closed and as they did, I brushed my fingers lightly over both nipples. The soft, sensual touch sent waves of pleasure down my whole body. I could feel myself getting wet. Memories of Fabian doing the same thing sprang up, adding to the moment and heightening the pleasure for me. The way every touch of his hand or finger or tongue would send a pulse of absolute excitement through me seemed to echo to me in that moment, almost like I was reliving those moments.

Every few seconds, a moan escaped me. At first, they were soft and almost whispery. As my…session…progressed, they got louder and more insistent. Before long, nipple and boob play wasn’t quite sufficient. My right hand drifted down toward my waiting pussy. I slipped one of my fingers inside and then, on a whim, a second one.

Another, louder, gasp erupted out of me.

Those fingers found a literal gush of wetness down there and for a few seconds, the past and the present started to overlap again as the memory of Fabian fingering me merged with what I was doing myself. The experience was, to put it mildly, better than anything I’ve ever experienced before when it came to masturbating. It was one thing to watch porn while I fingered myself (which I’ve done before, of course, but not very frequently). It was quite another to masturbate to memories of real, amazing experiences that I’ve had.

A+ rating. Hands down.

I continued stroking my nipple and fingering myself, eventually adding clitoral stimulation into the mix (again, just like Fabian does when we have sex) and within five or six minutes, my entire body was writhing with pleasure and then shaking as a wave of orgasmic sensation completely overtook me.

“God yes!” I screamed out, but not loudly. It was more like a whisper-shout.

The pleasurable throbs and shaking pulses coming from my pussy continued for a minute or two longer and as they did, I just laid on the bed. My legs were still spread and I was still naked but I didn’t want to move. All I wanted was to just lay there, lost in the oblivion of coming and the bliss of complete satisfaction.

Finally! I was able to actually relax like I had planned. After the stresses of the day and the craziness of the past few weeks, it felt much needed. It allowed me the opportunity to not think about anything for once.

During this time, I did absolutely nothing at all. I didn’t even get dressed. It was fully dark now but I didn’t bother with turning on any lights. Instead, my eyes started to drift closed and I let myself just sink into a natural, dreamless sleep.

****

That was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. It was peaceful. And refreshing. But something was intruding on that peace. I opened my eyes to almost pure darkness. Something woke me up but I had no idea what it was at first. I had that just-woke-up sort of confusion and for a few seconds, nothing seemed to make sense.

Then everything started to come back to me. I understood what had woken me up. It was my phone. I had left it on a nightstand next to the bed. It was buzzing incessantly, over and over again. The alert light flashed sporadically, a bright beacon in the almost total darkness. I don’t know how or why the noise of my phone vibrating had been enough to wake me up, but it had. Annoyed at my peaceful sleep getting interrupted, I rolled over and grabbed it.

The lock screen was dark and I opened it to see what kind of notification I’d gotten. It looked like a text message. I pulled the notification bar down and expanded that so it gave me more information.

It was a text message. Actually, it was several text messages. There were a few from Fabian. One or two from Sophia. And then another one from a strange number I’d never seen before. It wasn’t ringing any bells at all and I didn’t have it stored in my phone so it was most likely not from a number of anyone I knew.

The message on it, however, was enough to send chills down my spine.

This can’t be real, can it? Was it AI generated or something? One of those deep fakes or whatever you call them? There were other questions that rippled through my head but only one of any importance. That question was…how?

I got a very cold, very icy sensation that spread through my entire body as I stared down at my screen. There was no way that I could explain how this could be happening. Not unless someone had been following me. My mind jumped back to the guy who attacked us in the lobby. Had it been him? Did he do this before he was killed?

Fake. Has to be. It’s not real. Or, better yet, maybe I’m not actually awake. Maybe this is just a dream. A horrible, really messed up dream.

I actually pinched myself but the pain that followed convinced me quickly that I was awake. Much to my bitter disappointment. The fear only exploded after that and for a long, awful amount of time, I had no idea what to do.

Should I call Sophia or immediately get hold of Fabian? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to Fabian about it yet but I knew I would have to eventually though. At some point. Was he going to be pissed at me? Maybe think somehow it was my fault?

I had no idea and I wasn’t eager to find out but something had to be done.

Another alert caused my phone to buzz in my hand. Another text message just came through. My heart sank. It was another one, I was sure of it. Before I even opened the message, I could already see I was right.

There, glaring up at me like some kind of cursed object, was a photo. Of me. And Fabian. Both of us naked and having sex on the couch in that break room I’d taken him to.