High Hills Hotel

[Gear]

High Hills Hotel

It was the third week of my sabbatical and I’d finally decided to tour Alaska, something I had been planning to do for the better part of the last decade!  As I drove through the little settlement, I noticed a curiously large wooden building up ahead, in fact, it was clear that this building was the centerpiece of the town.

I pulled up to have a look, a large banner was sprawled above the entrance:
“High Hills Hotel”

I had been thinking to sleep in my car for another night, but this place seemed really welcoming, from the old oaken framework and the large windows glowed amber from the light of the spacious lobby.  Denying myself one night of luxury just didn’t seem like the right thing to do.

I gathered the necessary luggage and made my way through the heavy doors leading into the hotel.  “Welcome to High Hills!” the clerk bellowed from across the lobby as he saw me coming in.  We exchanged a polite smile as I struggled through with my suitcase, the other occupants seemed unbothered at the clerk’s volume, clearly enraptured by their phones.

There was an old couple, a young family, and a handful of men, each seemingly traveling on their own.  Without exception each one had their eyes glued to their phone screens.  “What could possibly be so interesting” I wondered. 

“One room for the night, please.  Preferably with a view of the lake.” I asked as I reached the clerk’s desk.

“Good choice” he replied with a wink.  “Let me see what I have...”

I checked my email as the clerk searched his system.  “Well, you’re in luck, room 812 is available.  One of our best rooms and on the very top floor!”

“Sounds good, I’ll ta-”

“Hey, I asked for a top floor room an hour ago and you said I was out of luck!” a portly man yelled from behind me. 

“Well, the previous guest just checked out and I’m afraid you’re still out of luck because this young man has just reserved it.” the clerk replied with a sly grin.

“Whatever...” the portly man grumbled and turned on his heel, looking back at his phone. 

As I stared back at him, I noticed something unusual.  The elderly couple that had been seated on the couch just a few minutes earlier was replaced by another older man.  I hadn’t heard them leave though and they didn’t seem particularly mobile.  I pointed this out to the clerk.  A huge grin spread across his face.  “Oh, they were just taken to their rooms” he answered.

“Yeah, I’m next” came from the portly man. 

“Indeed.” agreed the clerk “You’ll have to join the queue if you want to be taken to your room, I highly recommend against walking there yourself, especially seeing as you’re on the eighth floor.  Just download this app.“  He pointed to a QR code on their wall.

Still confused, I got my phone out and got ready to take a picture of the code as a blur appeared out of the corner of my eye.  A very statuesque blonde was running down the stairs with a man in her arms, rushing to a vacant bar stool to deposit her cargo and practically sprinted towards the portly man.  He looked pleased beyond belief as she silently scooped him up and ran again towards the stairs. 

“What on earth was that?” 

[Gear]

I'd love to be able to go back and edit some mistakes.  Is that a feature on this forum?  I don't see an option.

[Gear]

I hastily opened the app as it finished installing on my phone.  It revealed a cross-section of the hotel, with my own location at the ground floor marked as a red dot as well as a a little avatar of a blonde bob-cut woman that was rapidly moving up the building.  At the bottom of the app, there was a list of names, and a “Join Queue” button.

I nervously tapped it and watched the woman’s avatar reach the 7th floor and dart across to the other side and suddenly a name from the top of the list was removed.  Then the avatar started to move back down again.

I scanned the list for my name, I was at the bottom, below 15 people.  As if reading my mind, the clerk said “Please, have a seat.  I assure you, it won’t be long.”

I watch the girl move down the building and watched the stairs expectantly as her avatar arrived at the second floor, determined to get a closer look at the mysterious figure.  She had a pair of women in tow this time, each perched atop one of her arms.  They were laughing and screaming hysterically as they were sped down the stairs, a stark contrast to their bearer’s stoic expression.

Aside from her face and hands, the only skin that was really visible were her legs, revealed by a short black skirt that went to just below mid-thigh. 

It was clear why her legs were the were the only ones demanding of every other pair of legs in the building to simply luxuriate in handing over their burden for the duration of their stay.  Her rippling, enormously bulging thighs threatened the over-sized garment with every step as she leapt down the stairs.   Bulky muscle bellies met at husky thick knees, eagerly engorged with the blood they demanded to power journey after journey. 

I was shocked as my gaze drifted lower and settled on her calves.  I again only had a few seconds to stare at her as she deposited the girls, but I realized they were the driving force of the operation.  They were a huge and intimidating diamond shape with deeply defined edges that suggested they never got a break.  She utilized the giant muscles to their maximum potential as she dashed towards the next guest, running with her body nearly parallel to the ground.  Freed of any passenger, each of her steps easily covered more ground than I would have been capable of jumping.

Her target was a slight man this time.  He stood like a deer in headlights, legs visibly shaking from the sight of this beauty racing towards him.  His fear was unjustified however as she slowed rapidly and scooped him up with a tenderness that rivaled her speed.  She seemed to almost not notice his weight, taking the stairs three at a time. 

I almost felt bad for him as I checked the app and noticed that he’d been dropped off on the third floor, his ride was over in 20 seconds flat.  My heart almost skipped a beat as my name scooted up a space.  Then again as she had apparently picked up her next passenger.

[Gear]

As the clerk had said, the time really did pass by quickly.  Like everyone else in the room, I was suddenly completely enthralled by my phone screen, watching as the woman’s avatar would rapidly ascend and then descend the building.  Then we would all look to the stairs as she rushed in with a new passenger in her arms.

Only about a third of the people she carried down actually left the building, the majority would simply stay seated wherever the woman had deposited them and rejoin the queue.  That explained why there was such a backlog in spite of the woman’s breakneck work rate. 

It was barely 5 minutes, but my heart felt like it was beating 200 times a minute as my name finally reached the top of the list. 

She appeared at the top of the stairs with a young couple in her arms.  Amusingly, they both seemed more fixated on her than on each other, the woman of the couple particularly seemed to have a hard time letting go as the blonde gently, but assertively set her down.

Then her gaze finally turned towards me.  I had been trying so hard to get a close look at her every time she rushed through the lobby and now she was finally looking back. Her icy blue eyes intimidated the hell out of me.  Every feature of her face was both beautiful and strong.

I averted my eyes for a moment, nervous as all hell.  Before I could look back though, she had already closed the distance between us and an unrelenting force sweeped me off the floor.

I motioned nervously for my suitcase.  She raised an eyebrow at me and casually tapped her ring finger against my leg in response.  The handle of my suitcase was already looped around it.  Again, her strength was shocking, I had struggled to carry it with both hands.  I simply gawked at her in disbelief, which I guess relayed to her that I was ready, because she raced towards the stairs.

I had planned to find explore her upper body as much as possible on my turn, as it was obfuscated by a heavy black blazer.  But for the first few moments of the journey, I found myself absolutely mesmerized by her stunning, flawless face.

I had hoped that between my slightly chunkier build and my heavy suitcase, I would slow her down enough to get a good long ride.  But the stairs still disappeared as quickly as they came.  Every time another flight of stairs came into view, we seemed to already have scaled them in the very next moment.  My heart leaped as I saw a 5th floor sign, I needed more time!

My hand was frantically exploring the hills and valleys of her upper back as her huge legs powered us towards our destination.  The huge core muscles beneath me acted as industrial strength shock-absorbers, protecting my body from any jostle that would normally be involved in such a ride.   I contorted my body on top of her bulging biceps to try to feel anything I could. 

Then we just stopped.  I looked to my right .  The numbers “812” adorned the door next to me.   I didn’t know what to stare at as she set me down.  Her huge abs were easily visible through her shirt, casually stacked on top of each-other and clearly unimpressed by the challenge of balancing my weight.

“Enjoy your stay”, the words came neutrally, without any sign of windedness.  I was slightly embarrassed that I myself was panting for breath just from trying to wrestle in her arms to explore her body.  Like other passengers, I found myself trying to cling to her, but she very nonchalantly removed my hands from her body and sped off towards her next target.