Another trip: Part 6 (stranded behind)
As Chen lands in Vegas, their phone begins buzzing with notifications, updates from the group chat scrolling across the screen:
Kaori: ok this is either a disaster or the start of a porn movie.
Sofia: Update — They bumped us. Chen made it on. The four of us… did not.
June: WE’RE STRANDED but like, hot and fed.
Riley: It’s a five-star hotel with silk bathrobes and truffle fries. And free shuttle from and to Sea-Tac, of course. I’m not sure we’re suffering.
As it turns out, they’d barely finished waving goodbye at the gate when the airline announced the overbooking. The staff tried to be apologetic—then offered a night at the luxury Skyview Regent Hotel, plus unlimited room service for their “inconvenience.”
Naturally, the harem handles it in style.
Kaori instantly turns it into a sensual little adventure.
The moment they check in, she tosses her robe across the suite’s chaise lounge and cracks open the minibar, announcing, “If we have to be grounded… let’s make it decadent.”
She stages an impromptu photo shoot in the hotel mirror—silk robe off one shoulder, champagne flute in hand, breasts half-bared—and sends Chen a photo captioned:
“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll be ready for you. Very, very ready.”
Sofia, meanwhile, makes sure everyone feels taken care of.
She unpacks with calm grace, orders a round of massages to the room (“We have a credit card. Let’s use it.”), and soon has Riley tucked under one arm and June under the other. She messages Chen privately:
“Everyone’s safe, full, and lightly spoiled. You just focus on your meetings. We’ll make it worth the wait.”
June, of course, immediately takes to the giant marble bathtub.
She strips down and films a slow-motion splash, hair tied up in a messy bun, perky breasts glistening in the candlelight Kaori insists on.
“Miss us yet, babe? Don’t worry, we’re keeping ourselves warm.”
Then she makes Riley join her in the tub.
“For moral support,” she claims. Riley doesn’t complain.
Riley is flustered at first (“We’re not supposed to be here, this wasn’t the plan…”) but eventually surrenders to the night’s indulgence.
They send Chen a sweet, shy photo later: them curled in bed in a plush robe, a book of queer poetry in one hand and a tray of crème brûlée balanced on their thighs.
“Wish you were here. So I could be here… on your lap instead.”
So while Chen is in Vegas prepping for work, their lovers are enjoying a surprise night of champagne, room service, and bubble baths without them. But no one is upset. Not at all.
They’re glowing with anticipation. And hunger.
Because tomorrow? They land in Vegas.
And they’ll be so pent-up from holding back.