THE INN CLUB CH. 01: ALISON Alex stumbles upon a most interesting club. by PtmcPilot. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Easton. No, I don’t know what my parents had in mind when they named me and I never bothered to ask them. But my name isn’t really part of this story. Well, not that name anyway. What is part of the story, the very first part, ostensibly the most important part, is the fact I travel quite a bit for my job. And to make the most of that I fly with the same airline and stay at hotels that are part of the same chain; in this case Inns by Chelsea. But that’s not interesting. What is interesting was a chance discovery I made one night and the world it opened to me. My flight out of Phoenix was delayed by several hours. Of course this meant I got to my destination for that evening much later than planned. I ate dinner on the drive from the airport to the hotel, and after checking in I headed down to the lounge to have a drink and unwind before going to bed. The bar was set to close at eleven, so my arrival at five ‘til was fortunate. Happy to have my gin and tonic, I turned from the bar and took a seat in a comfortable chair at a low round table opposite another chair. I absently watched a ball game on one of the large monitors as the bartender cleared the bar and turned down the lights. At ten minutes after eleven a woman sat down in the chair across the table from me. Surprised, I looked around and noticed two other women had entered the area and were seating themselves. One, like my new table mate, had joined another person. But the other was seated alone in a booth. All of this took seconds and I returned my attention to the woman nearest me. She was attractive, dressed nicely but not expensively, and her blouse was unbuttoned more than halfway to her waist. The blouse was white, and though not really sheer it was immediately obvious to me she was not wearing a bra. “Good evening,” I said, “but it seems you’ve arrived a bit late for the bar.” She smiled back at me. “Oh, that’s ok, I didn’t come down here looking for a drink anyway.” She leaned in, and as she did her breasts swung toward me, threatening to escape their loose confinement. I was intrigued but had no idea where she was going with this. Instantly part of my brain ran a scenario where she was in my room and that blouse was no longer in the way. I shook it off. “Well, if you’re not here for a drink, is there anything I can do for you?” I looked around and gestured toward the other late arrivals. “Or for your friends?” Her expression was quizzical and she sat slightly back, “I’m not with them.” One eyebrow rose as she considered me, “You aren’t part of the club, are you?” I of course had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn’t let that bother me. I smiled at her, “Are there dues or an entry form I need to fill out?” She turned in her place and tilted her head slightly. It was a good thirty seconds before her smile returned, and perhaps with a hint of mischief. She seemed to reach a decision then, leaning forward once more and motioning me to do the same. “No, there isn’t anything like that. It isn’t that kind of club,” she said quietly. I finished my drink and sat it back on the table, waiting for her to make the next move as I felt certain there was a next move. Turning over her phone she withdrew a business card from a holder on the back and placed it on the table before she leaned back and slowly wetted her lips with her tongue. Retrieving the card, I read the front: Alison Player, The Inn Club Also listed was a phone number. Turning the card over I stole a glance at its owner. She crossed her legs and nodded. If the front of the card was cryptic, the back of the card was both specific -and- cryptic. It read: Solo, het, Oral, DF My mouth was quite suddenly dry. I understood the list, or at least close enough I figured, but I had no idea what to do with this information. Looking up she waggled her phone at me. “Since I assu