Frightful Flash Fiction

Return To The Millions Hotel

(This story is a second part to one of my other stories in this collection, The Millions Hotel. While you do not have to read that story to understand the basics of this part, this story will probably make more sense if you do.)

I still couldn't believe I agreed to this. I told her it wasn't going to happen again, but she said we had to. Veronica was always like that, she just couldn't let the little things go. I get it, I know I shouldn't of slept with one of my students, but what do you want from me, how could I say no to a hot college girl, especially when she looked just like her when she was in college.

If anything, I would think it's a complement, she was that hot once. But she was far too upset to hear my side of the story, and the only way to apparently salvage this marriage is counseling. Now don't get it twisted, I love my wife, but a guy like me, can just have one sexual partner, trust me, if you could see me right now, you'd agree, hell, you might even wish you could've taken the place of my student.

Anyway, we finally arrived. Veronica really wanted this to work so she brought us to some fancy place, the something hotel. As we got off the boat, I could properly read the sign, The Millions Hotel. I tried to convince my wife to change her mind, "Listen, are you sure you still want to do this? I mean, what kind of marriage counseling is based in a hotel on an island, that's weird right?" But she just gave me that same face she always does, like I've offended her in some way.

A tall, tanned skinned man walked up to us.

"Hello" he started, "I'm Mr. Santos, may I have your names please, I want to make sure your appointment is ready for you two as soon as possible."

My wife responded, "Mr and Mrs White, we made an appointment a few days ago."

"Ah, yes, of course," the tall man said, boasting a large smile. "Veronica and Riley, correct?"

My wife smiled and confirmed that was us.

The man held his smile and continued to talk, "Well it seems you're a bit late, let the staff bring your bags to your room, and I'll walk you to your first appointment."

We nodded and went along. After a bit, the man led us to the room, where our counselor was sitting. She was young, skinny but not too skinny. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she had round glasses. She was an attractive girl, not in a traditional way, but in a cute virgin kind of way.

Chest wasn't much, and I couldn't get a good idea of her ass. She told us to sit down and asked us a few questions. Veronica was starting to get a little mad, I think she could tell I wasn't paying much attention. Can you blame me though? Why would you make our counselor some hot chick if you wanted me to pay attention?

The session ended and we were told our room number. Before I could leave the girl stopped me and asked me to come back to this room at 8. I'm not surprised, she probably was having a hard time focusing too because of me. Me and Veronica waited in our rooms for a bit, we didn't talk much, I was too busy thinking about that girl. I didn't even catch her name.

My wife tried to spark a conversation, but I wasn't too interested. I wonder what that girl looked like naked, probably hotter, I feel all girls look hotter without clothes. Anyway, before I knew it, it was almost 8. I told my wife that I was going to use the bathroom, of course that was a lie. I quickly made my way back to the room.

When I opened the door, the girl was standing there, facing away from me. I was able to get a good look at her ass this time, and I must say, I'm quite impressed. She turned around and told me to take a seat. However, I didn't have much time to waste, seeing that I needed to finish in the amount of time it takes to use the bathroom. Instead of sitting I walked up to the girl and tried to unbutton her shirt.

She told me I had to wait, but I didn't listen. She tried stopping me and we struggled to the floor. I had just finished unbuttoning her shirt when I felt it. A knife had stabbed me right in the side, and then again, and again, and again. Sharp pains running through my whole body, I could feel the sensation even after the stabbing stopped.

I fell on my side, and kinda just lied there, I don't know why, but I couldn't seem to get any words out. All I could do was lie there huddled, as I felt my blood beginning to pool under me. Then, the tall man entered the room.

Him and the girl started to talk.

"Good job, Honeybun, that was a lot quicker than I expected."

"Yeah, well, it kind of had to be."

"Ms. Cooper should of already taken care of the wife."

"What should we do with him?"

"You don't have to worry about that, I'll deal with him. You go back to our room, and get ready. We should still have time for a nice Valentine's Day dinner."

The girl fixed her shirt and left. The man walked up to me.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay" he said.

Shortly after that, everything went black.