The Lumina Hotel

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Names, characters, events, and scenarios are entirely fictional and not based on real persons or events. This story contains explicit content intended for adult readers only and is a product of imagination, not reality. The creator assumes no responsibility for readers’ interpretations or actions. Reader discretion is advised.

Act 1: The Double Booking

Alex Thompson shuffled through the hotel lobby, wincing as he flexed his wrists.

The compression bands bit into his pale skin, a constant reminder of too many nights hunched over a laptop, coding until his fingers cramped.

At 22, he was all lanky limbs and sharp angles—5’10” of awkward, topped with a mop of brown hair that flopped over his glasses. Hazel eyes darted behind the lenses, taking in the scene. His wrinkled button-up hung loose over khakis, the collar damp with sweat from the tropical heat already seeping through the glass doors.

Beside him, Mia Thompson groaned low, stretching her arms overhead.

Her red sundress clung to her 5’5” frame—curvy as fuck, with long blonde hair spilling down her back and blue eyes glinting like the ocean outside. The thin cotton stretched tight over her full tits, nipples faintly poking through, and flared out over her hips, teasing the tops of her thick thighs.