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upon continual second, third, fourth and subsequent sights thereafter. The main edifice squatted between two large steel office buildings, one with a small bakery and bar on the bottom floor. The hotel was painted solid white, or at least it had been long ago. Now the paint flaked off in long strips, leaving strange yellow or gray or sometimes even less-white patches beneath. A parking lot sat between all the rooms, gated in with barely enough room for the cars to maneuver into parking spots.
    The office seemed somehow older than the hotel itself and smelled of spoiled tapioca pudding, a smell Nora knew well from her own stints with charity work. Sometimes, people gave away food that wasn’t good anymore, and sometimes, those cans of food were busted open on the concrete during unpacking. The proprietor was an old, brown man with a thick horseshoe of gray hair, his expression dubious as he showed the three to their room.
    “Are you sure it’s just the one you wanted?”
    Annette had made all the arrangements. She insisted she was correct, of course. As if the thought of her being wrong about something was just as unthinkable as her not being found attractive, or her tits not drawing men’s eyes. Certainly the propreitor was looking at her expansive cleavage. After her rut with Charlie behind the gas station, she had changed into a tiny blue halter top and a tight, sexy black skirt. She didn't give a reason, explicitly, other than “those clothes were starting to smell like car.”
    But Nora knew it had something to do with Annette's seduction plan of Charlie. The blonde babe was too devious by half. That was why she doted on Charlie for the rest of the ride, staying quiet and deferent, her hands gliding on his thighs and admiring the thick muscles of his triceps and deltoids as he drove.
    Their room was barely enough to be called that. A tiny bed space, and then a small bathroom behind that. Thin walls. Next door they could hear the television blaring. The carpet was centimeters thin and had long patches stained with something—hopefully just dirty water. There was a chair next to the bathroom door. When Nora put her bag on it, it shuddered under the weight, nearly collapsing. The bathroom itself had a door that didn’t shut, a shower that was not much wider than even Nora’s slender body.
    And, worst of all (best of all? Nora had to wonder), there was just one bed. It took up most of the room. A foot of clearance on either side, maybe, and in front of it the television.
    The proprietor, after opening the door, gave Annette the heavy key and walked back to his office.
    The three young family members stuffed themselves into the room. Nora slipped on top of the bed, trying to not get too close to Annette. Like she would catch on fire if somehow she managed to touch the blonde’s beautiful, sparkling soft skin.
    “I don’t mean to like, try and swim in our privilege or anything, but...” Nora looked around the tiny room, wondering how they would fit. “...we are rich people, right?”
    Charlie chuckled. “It’ll be a tight fit, that’s for sure.”
    “No, Nora’s right.” Annette squeezed her shoulder. Nora struggled not to roll with discomfort. But whether it was discomfort but distaste at Annette, or distaste for her massive arousal for Annette's gorgeous body, about this she refused to think. “We have to take care of this. It’s not right for us to be all packed up like this. Why don’t you two try to get comfortable and I’ll step out to make some calls?”
    On her way out, Charlie had somewhat blocked the door. Nora watched as Annette made a display of herself, rubbing her heavy tits on Charlie’s broad chest and then slipping back around to squeeze her ass between the huge muscular thighs he possessed—all “just to get through the small space.” As if it really had to be so blatantly erotic.
    Nora sneered openly. Annette wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. It was like after fucking Charlie,