EroticReverie

Mia Meadows

I look up at the three level victorian style mansion as I shut the car door behind me, it creaks loudly before the door makes contact with the car. 

"This place is creepy Alex." I whisper yell as he walks around the car and laughs.

"Looks awesome to me." He says as he kisses me on the head and then opens the back passenger seat and grabs his bag and mine. 

We'd drove six hours to see a concert. I'd given my boyfriend ONE job, and that was to book the hotel, so we wouldn't have to drive through the night. Did he do it? No. And all hotels were booked. Alex ALSO lost his wallet and our phones, along with his credit cards at the concert. So we used the hotel's ipad lounge to search for nearby places. Since we only had a hundred and ten dollars in cash. We settled on "The Briar". Which was a mansion that was apparently also a hotel. And for some reason it was only fifty dollars a night. 

"Alex, I'm serious, I dont like this place." I say as I look up at the massive mansion, it's dark, all the trees surrounding it have zero leaves,the grass is brown, there's no sounds in the surrounding forest of trees, not a single bird or critter snapping branches, it's as if everything here is dead.

"Why is this place only fifty dollars a night, whoever runs this place is probably a serial killer." I say and Alex laughs and slings the bags on his shoulder.

"You need to stop watching those documentaries babe." He says and I scrunch my nose. 

"We can just sleep in the car Alex. We're gonna need the money for gas if we can't get someone to wire us money." I say and he just leans down, kisses my forehead like I'm a stupid little kid. 

"Quit worrying so much, and I dont want to sleep in the car babe." he says. "Cmon" he nods his head to the massive mansion. Where a large sign swings on a post off to the side of the large and wide stone steps leading to the door. The sign read the hotel name "The Briar" , a light in the gravel beneath it , shines on it in a warm orange light. 

"Why are all the lights off?" I whisper as I look to the house. The only other light other than the ones that had lined the long inclinde driveway, was the light showing on the sign, and a lantern style light right over the door that was flickering slightly. 

"Probably because it's late Mia" Alex says.

"What if they're closed?" I ask.

Alex sighs as he starts to walk up the steps. 

"They're not closed. Their listing said open twenty four hours." Alex says. 

"Do we knock?" Alex asks. Standing outside the front door, and I cross my arms, looking around. My skin prickling with goosebumps as I take in the eerie fucking quiet.

"I don't know. It's a house. Maybe? Or we could just go back to the car and-"

I shut my mouth and step closer to Alex as the sound of the door knob turns and the large wooden door creaks slightly, groaning and I dig my nails into Alex's arm as I suck in a breath.

"Jesus Mia, ow" he shakes his arm. 

I don't know what I expect. A monster ? A man with a chainsaw? Freddy Kreuger? A vampire? The fucking grim reaper himself? I expected anything other than a five foot eight busty woman, with wavy red hair pinned back with barettes on either side of her head. Bright green eyes and plump lips. My brows pinch slightly, because what the hell? Why was she dressed like she was going to a fucking ball? Her gown ina deep red, with thin straps, the wide plunging neckline dips below her breats, but the fabric holds tight, and her large breasts are pressed tight. How the are her tits not falling out? The dress goes tot he floor, two slits up the fronts of her thighs. Strappy little matching shoes. A bright white smile, pale skin, manicured blood red nails that are holding the door by the wood. 

"Welcome to the Briar!" She says , practically giddy. 

"Oh uh, hi" Alex says and my eyes dart to him. I see him shift, and his jaw is hanging open. I scrunch my nose to myself. Yep. He's checking out miss tits. Dick bag. But to be fair, her tits WERE a bit unexpected. And that dress? Seriously. Who the hell is wearing shit like that after midnight? It was nearly one am. 

"Do you um, uh.." Alex stammers and the woman giggles. Her lips painted as red as her dress and her nails. Not too much makeup otherwise.

"Do you have rooms available?" I ask when my boyfriends brain is fried by her boobs and cant form a damn sentence. 

"Oh sure!" She giggles and steps back. 

"Who is it?" A male voice asks from inside.

"We have guests Daddy!" She says and I scrunch my nose again. What grown fucking woman, called her father daddy? 

"Come in." The girl smiles at me and steps back and then looks at Alex and blushes.

Good lord. I did NOT want to stay here. 

Inside is lit, the drapes just must truly be darkening shades. Even though it's lit, it's all dim. I step in to the foyer, there's no reception desk or anything like a normal hotel. It's just....a house. Was this...THEIR house ? Did they live here...and just...let strangers stay the night in their fucking home? I swallow a sense of dread in my gut. This was not fucking normal. Any of it. 

"Oh...well...Hello" the male says, coming out of a shadow, like an actual fucking villain. And just like a Villian, he's incredibly fucking handsome too. That's how they do it. They lure you with their good looks and then chop you into little bitty pieces. 

"I'm Sampson Sallows, welcome to The Briar" he says, his voice reeking of that "rich man" entitlement. His nose is even slightly lifted. He's dressed in a god damn tux. What the hell are they dressed up for when it's nearly one am? He's tall, probably six foot four, a slender frame, clean shaven, salt and pepper hair, more black than silver and bright blue eyes. He looks at me. A small smile curling his lips, his eyes flicking down over me. His lids lower slightly, and his eyes travel back up my body even slower. I swallow hard, nearly choking on my saliva from forgetting how to fucking swallow.  I was in just sneakers, and shorts and a tank top, my long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. My sneakers were dirty, so were my legs from the dirt and the dust in the field of the concert that we spent nearly all morning noon and night at. My skin was sticky from sweat. But he wasnt looking at me like he was worried about me trackign dirt into their little weird ass hotel situation. No, I knew that look. Fricken creep. I slide my hand into Alex's. Sampson watches my movement and his lips tip a little higher, eyes crickling in the corner with amusement. 

"I'm Alex, this is my girlfriend Mia, We were in town for the concert, all the hotels near the venue were booked, but we found this place, we're just looking for a place to crash for the night." Alex says. 

"Of course." Sampson nods, talking to Alex but still looking at me, his head cocking slightly and his eyes falling over me again. Studying me. Jesus. I was going to die here. Was the daughter in on it too? 

"We have plenty of rooms." the red head says and is still smiling at Alex. Her eyes flicking to me. Her smile widening even more. 

"I'm Sabrina." she says and steps closer and holds out her hand to Alex. He takes it, shaking it. Then she giggles and bites her lip and moves over to me and shakes mine. 

"We havent had guests in awhile, this is amazing." she says and places her one hand on my arm and I look at it as she turns to her father.

"I can show Mia to her room, you can show Alex his?" She says. 

"Um..we...can share a room" I say and Sabrina giggles and then looks back to me. 

"Oh no." she shakes her head. "That's not allowed." 

My brows pinch. "What?" I look at her and then to Alex who is just looking confused as well, and scratching the back of his head. 

"I'm not...we cant afford two rooms." I say. 

"Sabrina, let them share a room." Sampson says. My eyes going to him. 

"But Daddy it's not allowed!" Sabrina says, pouting and whining. 

Then two more people enter the foyer. A five eleven red head, older than the one still currently holding her hand on my arm. Her read hair is straighter. Not wavy at all, pulled back into an elegant updo, with a large diamond necklace, that dangles a ruby pendant to rest right above her cleavage. Apparently this was the mother, and apparently they both liked to show off their breasts. Because her gown is similar to the younger womans. But the neckline drapes, the fabric hanging loose over her breasts, and is thinner than her daughters. Her nipples poking out, welcoming us to her fucking home. The other person, is a younger version of Sampson. A son I assume. And very, very, handsome. Touseled black hair, the same blue eyes as his father. clean shave. An unbothered, bored expression on his face. All of them dressed like they're at a fancy dinner party or gala. 

"Who's this?" the older woman speaks. Her breasts are smaller than her daughters, she's thinner than her daughter, she has a sharp collarbone, and I can see the top of her rips , she's too thin if you ask me. Her high cheek bones , the same pale white skin as daughter, same piercing green eyes. Same lips painted red, same nails. The younger two were the spitting image of their parents, like they'd cloned themselves completely. 

"Guests darling. Just for one night." Sampson says.

The woman walks over to me and Alex, her daughters hand STILL on my fucking arm. 

"Daddy says they can share a room." Sabrina huffs. I just cock my brow slightly. What kind of "hotel" doesnt let people share a fucking room? I want to tell Alex, these people are fucking weird, and giving me the god damn creeps, and that we need to go, But im too god damn scared of them. There's just something off about all of them, about this "hotel". 

"Are you both hungry or do you wish to retire now?" The womans voice is slow and sensual, like she's trying to fuck us with her voice. 

"We're tired." I say at the same time Alex pipes in with "starving actually." I suck in  a breath and the woman smiles at me, then at Alex. I gently pull my arm from her daughters long lasting touch. Fucking weirdos. 

"Come, eat with us." The woman purrs, and touches my boyfriends arm. "Then we'll show you both to your rooms." 

I sigh, and look at my boyfriend, who lets the older woman lead us, my fingers still clutching his. I swear this guy has no god damn sense of danger. Always aloof and thinking the world is sunshine and fucking rainbows. How does he NOT pick up the vibe that something is SERIOUSLY wrong with this place. My skin is fucking crawling. 

I look over my shoulder , back down the hall we're being led down, darker than the foyer, so much dimmer, the swish the mothers gown against the deep blood red carpet. So much red, and dark colors. Dark wood , dark fixtures and sculptures, even the paintings on the wall provide no real pop of color. My skin crawls at the paintings, all of them looking like smeared paint, but you can tell they're supposed to be faces. Where the eyes should be, dripping black paint, the mouths open and dark. I clutch his hand tighter. We needed to get the fuck out of here. I look over my shoulder, seeing the daughter and son, still standing in the foyer. I watch the daughter cross her arms hard over her chest and stomp her foot. The younger males head, turns, catching me looking back and I turn my head quickly, and pull myself closer to Alex.

"Alex" I whisper. 

"Hmm?" He asks as we reach the end of the long hall, the woman several paces in front of us. 

"I dont want to stay here." I whisper.

"Huh?" he says loudly. God, he is so dense sometimes. 

The older woman turns and smiles at me. She gestures with her arm to the left. 

"This way." she says and I press my lips shut not saying another word.