Chapter 2: You're being watched
"Awww..." Santana said while feeling the softness of the bed. "I never lay on a very soft bed like this before and it felt so great!"Her face glowed because of the smile she've got. She turns then she dug her face against the pearl-colored pillow. Never knowing that she's not alone. "It's gonna be so boring out here... I need someone." She thought of the desk manager who she thinks she can play with. "Maybe I can make out with Rose."
While the latina was daydreaming, the blonde ghost was still staring at her perfectly round ass and amazingly toned up legs. She was drooling with the thought of the latina. Quinn already met this girl rather, lesbian, in a bar where she used to worked in.
*Flashback*
"Wait, what?! You have replaced Sam with a Latina? Tell me, you're just kidding!" Quinn complained while facing her manager.
"I'm not kidding. And I'm telling you, she's better than anyone else in here." The manager calmly said.
"But she's a girl! Sam is a boy! And besides, he was the reason why women and gays enjoyed here."
"She's not a girl." The manager sips his mug full of warm coffee. "She's a lesbian. And we don't have any lesbian hired in this bar."
"What the hell?! Can I see her face first before you finalize your decision?"
"Of course. She'll be right here in just a minute." He said while looking at his gold and black colored wristwatch."
"So lemme guess. She looks like a boy, no wait, a hermit with white mustache then she has her wrinkles all over her body. Her eyebrows were as thick as a cloud, her body was incomplete and her hair was messy just like a wicked witch. That was my description for that Latina." She crossed her arms, a sign of irritance.
"How horrible she looks like." A girl on her back said.
"She's completely, undeniably-" She turns to see who spoke, But unlike the way she described the Latina, her mouth opened with surprise, she has a fierce body, she looks like a top model and everything about this Latina was indeed, "PERFECT."
"Perfect? I thought I look so horrible?" The Latina chuckles.
With her mouth still open, she scans her whole body, from feet to head, from head feet. The Latina was wearing a skinny jeans with ripped out design complementing her naturally tanned legs paired up with cute tops that emphasized her ahem- big, round and healthy boobs.
"Mr. manager, I would like to see this whole place. I would need a tourguide." She winks at Quinn and turns around to head out of the manager's office.
Quinn's heart melts with that mischievous wink of her. "Quinn, she wants you to be her tourguide. Would you want to guide this horrible hermit lesbian?" The manager giggles, while Quinn's eyes are darted on the Latina's gorgeous ass. So without wasting any seconds again, she followed her.
*End of flashback*
Since then, She wanted her to be her posession; her barbie doll; but, unfortunately, she can't. She can't believe that she'll see her again. She was reachable, but unfortunately, untouchable. She can't make out with someone 'cause a single touch on her will never going to collide. She can't help but to stare at her body... Only if that night didn't happened; the night that she never know that would be her last bed scene.
Then the Latina turns again and stares at the ceiling, holding the pillow beside her. "I better take off my vest... It really irritated me a lot..." Santana thought then she took off her covering vest, unbuttoned her checkered long-sleeves leaving only her bra. The fresh air coming from the aircon slowly touches her bare skin, and it tickles her. The blonde couldn't resist but to stare at Santana's big boobs that was peek-a-booing from her black bra. Her eyes widened with ecstacy, making love with her happy thoughts. Quinn wanted her to take off her clothes, she wants to see what lies underneath those fabrics, she never know that even ghosts can feel those sexual hormones that sharply tingles. If only she's alive, her under would be very wet with just staring at her aphroditedly made body.
Santana turns then crawls to reach the telephone sitting on the nightstand beside her bed, she thought of Puck so she dialed the number. The other line is ringing until he answered.
"Hello Puck. This is me, your baby doll "
When Quinn heard the name "Puck," rage comes. Her eyebrows met. She's his baby doll? Duh! She nearly throws up but of course she can't. "She' my baby doll!" She unexpectedly shouts then she flies on the other side of the bed, away from Santana.
Santana heard her scream but with an unknown language,making her eyes turn to the foot of her bed. the wind misteriously opened the window that made the white curtains to fly, leaving Santana a chill down her spine.
"Oh, hey, baby. I'm sorry. I can't respond immediately, I just heard someone screamed." Puck responded.
"That- that was nothing. I think someone screamed outside the room. When are you going to play with me?"
"Sorry baby. I think it's going to be sooner. I'm working in Las Vegas."
"Then why did you sent me here too early? I left Louisville just to be with you."
"Santana... Was someone there with you?"
"None. I'm alone here, why?"
"Somebody's crying while you're talking. I'm sure that it's not you because the voice was husky. What room are you in?'
"Room no.5."
Puck took a long pause. His heart beats rapidly making his body shake with fear. "No matter what, don't talk to the bellman with a name of Michael Robert Chang."
"But he was cute though."
"Just, do not talk to him. If he enters the room, let him be silent."
"Ok, ok. But I'm just telling you, the sooner you pick me up here, the more you should pay me."
"Don't worry. If I've got the chance, I'll pick you up and- we could elope."
Santana chuckles. "I can't wait."
"Well, I think it's time for me to say goodbye."
"Ok, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Then she hang up the phone. 'He can't command me to avoid people'. She rudely rolls her eyes. She just hang out with Puck because of the money he got. And there's no way she's going to elope with him. Elaine, her 'bestfriend' just crossed her mind so she thought of calling her. She dialled the number.
"This is Elaine. Can't answer the phone right now. Just leave your message after the beep." The answering machine responded.
Beep-
"So hey Elaine, I wonder, since it was spring, would you love to visit me in a hotel here in Lima? It's the only hotel here so you can easily arrive. See you."
Then she hang up.
"Hoooh..." The boring air thickens inside her room. Naughtily, she thought of something. Why wait someone to play with her if she can play on herself? She bites her bottom lip and then gently slips down her hand passed her shorts until it reached her under. She puts in one finger and slowly plays, it romantically moves inside, giving her pleasure.
Since Quinn was still there, she saw what she was doing. Her mouth opens while watching the latina to fuck herself. "If only I'm alive, I can do it to her."
Santana strangely stopped. She heard another cry. "The people outside were noisy." So, to check who was outside, she crawls down her bed.
Quinn was disappointed. "Why did you stopped?! C'mon! You're just getting started." She said to her face but of course, she can't hear her complain. Only it left a cold air making Santana shiver.
Santana opens her room door only to see that her room was the only room on that row. Rooms 1-4 was on the other side, making her room alone in the corner. "It's very weird that this room was the only room here." Curiously, she wanna ask the desk manager why and at the same time, flirt with her. So, she buttoned up her longsleeves with her cleavage showing. "She was a straight and innocent girl but I can make her a lesbian pussy over me."
Quinn heard Santana's whisper. And with a growling rage, she shouted, "No, you can't flirt with someone else!"
Santana once again felt a sharp shiver and looks around her room. "I must turn off the aircon before the night hits." She left the room, never knowing that a hulking ghost was after her back, having those striking eyes, ready to make a bloody mess.