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 handled it in style.
Kaori instantly turned it into a sensual little adventure.
The moment they checked in, she tossed her robe across the suite’s chaise lounge and cracked open the minibar, announcing, “If we have to be grounded… let’s make it decadent.”
She staged an impromptu photo shoot in the hotel mirror—silk robe off one shoulder, champagne flute in hand, breasts half-bared—and sent Chen a photo captioned:
“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll be ready for you. Very, very ready.”
Sofia, meanwhile, made sure everyone felt taken care of.
She unpacked with calm grace, ordered a round of massages to the room (“We have a credit card. Let’s use it.”), and soon had Riley tucked under one arm and June under the other. She messaged 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 took to the giant marble bathtub.
She stripped down and filmed a slow-motion splash, hair tied up in a messy bun, perky breasts glistening in the candlelight Kaori insisted on.
“Miss us yet, babe? Don’t worry, we’re keeping ourselves warm.”
Then she made Riley join her in the tub.
“For moral support,” she claimed. Riley didn’t complain.
Riley was flustered at first (“We’re not supposed to be here, this wasn’t the plan…”) but eventually surrendered to the night’s indulgence.
They sent 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.