Ficlets

The first thing he noticed when he walked into the motel room was the wallpaper. It was like a bad acid trip and it made he had to squint against the intensity. It was only then that he saw her, clad in a white lace nightgown propped up on the bed with the red velvet duvet. Only then, of course, was it too late.

“Who are…” he blinked back. Her eyes flew open, two big round dinner plates that took in his every inch.

“Does it really matter, sweetheart?” She said with a sly smile.

“I think I have the wrong room, I mean, the lady in there, she told me it was this one…but..” he stammered. She laughed, a child’s laugh and sat up, crosslegged, letting one of the straps on her shoulder fall down.

“You didn’t know your room came with a girl did you?” She laughed.

“Well, uh…I…” he continued to stammer, “I guess so. I mean, I didn’t know you’d be in here…I’m not really sure how this whole system works…”

“First time?” She asked inquisitively.

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, well you know…”