Jake switched off his iPad and laid it on the bed beside him. He was rock hard, having just watched a cumshot compilation video on a tube porn site. It was just after 1AM, and although he had to be in his client's office at 0800 the next morning, he didn't feel tired. He needed a cigarette, and decided he would go and have one before maybe finishing himself off with another video before going to bed.
He stood up, adjusted the tight material over his crotch and crossed the hotel room to pick up his pack of cigarettes. He felt wired, rather than sleepy. It had been a tough week, with a difficult client and he was annoyed that he had to stay over another night away from his family just so they could perform the software upgrade on a Saturday morning so it was fully out of hours. He was in the North of Scotland, and despite it being the middle of summer it was still cold to him. And he wouldn't get home until Saturday evening. Added to the fact he then had to travel again on Sunday night, he felt quite disgruntled.
He quietly closed the door behind him and walked to the elevators. It was a chain hotel, typical of the ones he regularly stayed in although this one was slightly different in that it was attached to a shopping centre. The main entrance was on the first floor opening directly onto the upper floor of the centre, though there was a ground floor entrance which opened onto the street. He pressed the button for Lower and a minute later opened the door out into the quiet street at the side of the hotel. He felt the wind blowing between the buildings and shivered, then felt a bit stupid as two guys passed him wearing just jeans and t-shirts. He thought that he could never get used to this kind of climate, further disgruntling him as he thought of his wife and two children some 700 miles away in much warmer temperatures. Not that they'd be out at this time of night of course.
He lit his cigarette, took a long drag and checked his iPhone, randomly glancing at his Facebook news feed. He could hear the sound of heels and loud laughter from around the corner, and he looked up to see five girls approaching the hotel. Taking another drag, he assessed the approaching party. It caught his eye that they were all dressed in white, and there seemed to be a lot of long, dyed blonde hair on show. He spotted the platform shoes, then the bare legs of the four of them wearing extremely short dresses. The fifth girl, the tallest, was wearing tight trousers. They stopped about 6 or 7 metres from him and he heard their loud giggling as they huddled together. He looked back at his phone, not really paying attention to it as he took another drag of his cigarette.
Jake was 35, and his professional career had taken him around the country. He was used to living Monday to Thursday in hotels, so being in one on a Friday night was rare. It did occur to him that he'd seen plenty of sights over the years, but he sneaked another glance towards the group. Five young blondes in sexy outfits; he decided that a group sex video would be his next watch when he got back to his room.
He took another draw on his cigarette and looked again at his phone. He heard the voices rise excitedly, then a loud burst of laughter. He kept his head down but cocked his eyes to see what was going on. One of the girls, wearing bright red shoes, had her head in her hands and was shaking her head furiously whilst the others were remonstrating wildly and laughing. He couldn't make out their words clearly, but, as the tallest girl started to walk towards him he heard her shouting back "you have to doll, it was agreed at the start." The laughter volume increased.
She strode towards him, and he lifted his head. "You a'right mate?" she said in a broad Scottish accent. He didn't know the regional dialects in Scotland, but she sounded like one of the women he was working with, who was from Glasgow.
Jake nodded as he took a final draw on his cigarette and flicked it away.
"Ummm, yeh, not bad. You?" As she neared him, he took a closer look at her. She was taller than his own 5ft10 inches by a good 3 inches, although her platform wedge shoes made up at least 4 or 5 inches of that. She was wearing tight fitting white trousers, with a high waist, and loose fitting white top with thin shoulder straps and a deep plunging V front, giving him an uninterrupted view of her cleavage as she stopped right in front of him. She had long dyed blonde hair, dark eyebrows and long dark eyelashes.
"Any chance I could scran a fag off you mate?" she asked, a wide smile on her face.
He guessed that 'scran' meant borrow or have, so he nodded and opened the packet, offering it to her. She smiled and took a cigarette out, then waited expectantly for him to offer his lighter. He flicked it on and held it out to her. She bent down to light it, and he felt his cock twitch as he got a good look down her top.
"Thanks," she said, standing up to her full height. "You stayin' in the hotel then?"
Jake nodded. "Yes. What about you guys?"
"Aye. You on holiday?" she replied.
Jake let out a short laugh. "I wish. Here for work." He decided to light himself another cigarette.
"Work? On a Friday night, that's a bit shit innit?
Jake sighed. "Yeh, bloody client wants stuff done out of hours so I'm stuck here until tomorrow afternoon."
She giggled. "Bummer mate. What do you do then?"
Jake took a drag and blew the smoke upwards. "I'm an IT Consultant."
The girl nodded. "Cool. Where you from?"
"London," he replied. "Well, just south of London. Bloody cold up here," he laughed.
She exhaled her smoke and laughed. "Aye, it's fucking freezing for us and we're frae Glasgow, so that's saying something."
Jake wondered that if they were also finding it cold, they didn't seem to have dressed for it. Not a jacket in site, and plenty of bare legs and arms. She seemed to read his mind.
"Freezing ma fucking tits off," she added. "But you get used to it."
Jake laughed, amused by her choice language and phrase. "So, what brings you lot up here then?"
She took another long drag, then glanced back to her friends. "See Sharon there, with the red shoes?"
Jake looked over at the girl who had been holding her head in her hands. She was turned side on to him, still shaking her head as they all talked. She was wearing a tight fitting white dress, the main body of which had a round neckline, was sleeveless and seemed to barely cover the bottom of her ass, with a thin see-through hem of about two inches. He nodded.
"She's getting married next week," the girl continued. "We're on her hen weekend. Or bachelorette party; is that what you lot call it down South?"
Jake laughed. "We call it a hen party too, think bachelorette is American."
The girl shrugged. "Whatever. We're here tonight and tomorrow. Started drinking at like 11 this morning so we're all pretty fucked," she grinned.
Jake smiled. An image of them being fucked, not in the alcohol sense, flashed into his mind.
"You had a good night, well, day and night then?"
The girl nodded. "Aye, been a laugh." She grinned at him. He suddenly felt awkward. Although he was a confident person, certainly in his professional life, he often found it difficult to talk to women, especially in situations like this. In truth, he was really a bit of a geek and had very little experience of talking to girls in this context. He heard another shrill burst of laughter from the group and he suddenly felt self conscious. The girl was staring at him, like she was waiting for him to say something.
"So...ummm...who is the bridesmaid?" he asked.
"Me and Amanda," she replied, pointing to a girl in the group. "Her on the end, with the skirt."
Jake looked over at the group again. Amanda was nearly as tall as the girl he was speaking to, with long hair falling over her shoulders in curls. She was wearing a high waisted, tight skirt and a tight top, again with thin shoulder straps and a plunging V. As she looked back at him, he saw that there was a gap between the bottom of the top and the waistband of the skirt, leaving a band of her midriff uncovered. She was wearing black ankle boots. She gave him a little wave.
He waved back, feeling awkward again.
