Hotel Room 50

URGE.

"I don't want to do that! Not on a hot day like this!"

"Don't be such a baby. We're just doing what's expected of us. It's not that big a deal. Come on, you do it with us. Please!"

"No. I don't want to!"

"If you don't, then I'll do it myself. I swear, I'll do it myself!"

"Stop! Just leave me alone!"

A few hours later, I went to the hotel bathroom to freshen up for the night. And just as I turned the doorknob, I heard him making loud noises in the adjoining bathroom.

After I was dressed, I knocked on his door.

"What is it?" he snapped.

"May I come in?" I asked in a gentle tone. "It's almost midnight, and I'm hungry."

"You have to go now," he snapped.

I sighed, opened the door, and stepped into the room.

He grabbed his pants off the bed and put them on. After he put his shirt on, he was ready to go.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt.

"I'm going to the hotel restaurant to get something to eat, please let me go."

He rolled his eyes, turned around, and walked into the bathroom. He stopped once he was there and glared at me.

"Don't worry. I will not let you out of my sight for the rest of the night."

"I promise I'll be back in the room in an hour."

"You better," he muttered.

I left the hotel, walked to the main road, and then walked toward the restaurant. As I was walking, I caught a glimpse of K-Tigers' bus that was in the area. I stopped and waited. I figured I could catch the bus and ride it to the hotel. Once the bus passed, I could just walk home.

A few minutes later, the bus pulled up to the stop. I didn't even bother to say bye to Jason. I just boarded the bus and sat at the back. I wondered if K-Tigers would recognize me when I was inside the restaurant. Would they think I was with the team?

I turned the small mirror over to check my hair. I was wearing a short white tank top that barely covered my large breasts. I wore a black skirt that came to mid-calf. The hemline of my skirt was so short, it practically begged for Jason to see my thighs.

The bus pulled away from the stop. Once it was away from the curb, I got up from my seat and started to walk toward the front of the bus. Once I reached the front of the bus, I turned to look back toward my seat. In a quick motion, I reached inside my tank top and pulled the hemline of the tank over my knees. I was afraid that if Jason saw, he would ask me what I was doing.

Once I had settled down, I leaned forward and placed the mirror over my mouth so I could cover my bottom lip. A few seconds later, I heard a voice behind me.

"Ma'am, are you sitting in my seat?"

I turned my head and looked at the man sitting in the seat that was next to me.

He was tall and thin. He had jet-black hair that came to his chin. He looked like a white man, but he was not. I turned back to face forward in my seat. I didn't want to talk to the man. I hated men, especially white men. He was so irritating. He probably sat down next to me on purpose.

I shook my head. If he wanted to be next to me, he could.

"You sitting there?"

I shook my head.

"Because I don't like people standing up. If I can move my seat and if you move yours, we'll be fine."

I rolled my eyes.

"You could always stand if you want to. This isn't my seat. It is yours, though, so you can sit on your behind."

I shook my head.

"I can't sit and you have to stand, so why don't you stand in your own seat? Is it any easier that way?"

I knew he was right. If I sat down, he could sit down in the seat next to me. If I stood, he would have to stand up.

I hated white people. I shook my head again. I was getting sick and tired of white people. I was so tired of them.

"You don't mind, do you?"

I turned around and leaned over the seat in front of me. The man was grinning.

"It's okay," I said. "You can sit down in my seat."

"You sure about that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you sure about that? Are you positive?"

"I said it is okay."

"I don't know how you feel, but I didn't know I had to sit next to you. I didn't know I had to sit next to the only woman in the cabin. I didn't know that, did I? I didn't know I had to sit next to a pregnant woman."

I glared at him. "You said it was okay. Why wouldn't it be okay?"

He looked like he was going to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be honest. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings. I'm just trying to be honest."

I had the sudden urge to hit him. I pushed my way between him and the aisle, and the woman next to me moved down in her seat, making room. I had just about reached the front of the plane, and I had one foot on the first step down, when the door flew open, and a flight attendant in her blue blouse and white slacks, smiling, walked by. The first words I heard were those of the white man: "We will be serving sandwiches and hot beverages shortly. You are in good hands with us."

I walked back down the aisle.

"You've got to tell them," I said. "You've got to tell the pilot you have to sit next to me."

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