Chapter Two
Hotel Room Hijinks
It didn't take long for the two attractive women to make their way upstairs to their hotel room. Miss Spencer's high heels ringing out a staccato beat on the tiled floor. Her younger and no less attractive student was also striding quickly beside her. It seemed that both young women were in a hurry to get to their hotel room. It was Candy that opened the door first and was thrust in total darkness.
The schoolgirl extended her hands vainly in the darkness trying to find a light switch. It was her teacher who flipped the switch first. The meagre light bulb was casting long shadows around the room.
They were not impressed.
Rather than the expansive, well furnished room that she had booked well in advance the room was in a sorry state. To put it plainly, it was cheap, busted and pitifully furnished.
Muriel saw the phone between the two beds and called the front desk. The clerk answered on the 2nd ring.
"This is Miss Spencer and I am calling in regards to my room" she said with an edge of iciness in her voice.
"Hello Miss Spencer, I am so happy you like your room. Please feel free to leave your tips in our complimentary ashtray. When your visit here in Ottawa is concluded, feel free to take the ashtray with you"
"No, you do not understand, I do not like the room. There must be a grave error. This is not the room I ordered. This room is shabby and beneath mine and my… companion's expected standards."
"I am so sorry ma'am", the clerk said the friendly tone disappearing from his voice, "but our hotel manager is off for the weekend. She will not return today or tomorrow. But I can send you up a free bottle of our best champagne until we can resolve this matter to your satisfaction."
Muriel felt a little relief; this clerk seemed to be helpful, perhaps not as polite as young men should be. But then that was a male problem overall and not just limited to this clerk.
"Yes champagne would be excellent. Please solve this as soon as possible."
"Of course Madame, this problem will be resolved as soon as possible. Room service will be up soon with your champagne. Can I help you in anything else?"
"Well, you could some cherries to the order; they go well with the champagne." The clerk eagerly agreed hoping that this would solve the problem. Muriel decided to press her advantage as Candy looked on with eager eyes.
"Would it be unreasonable for me to ask for some complimentary caviar?" Muriel held her breath, caviar could be very expensive, but she couldn't see Candy disappointed on this trip, it was very important for Muriel that Candy have the best, most joyful time possible. She wanted nothing more than for the two of them to spend time with each other with no distractions or "downers" as she heard the kids at school remark. Indeed, no "downers" allowed.
"Errr.. Madame, I will see what I can do. At this hour, the local shop will be closed. But I will make every effort."
"Thank you", Miss Spencer hung up the phone and examined the room. "This is our room for the time being. I suppose it could be worse. At least we have two beds. I'll just do my best to project a positive attitude; we can make the best of this situation."
Crossing the width of the room and opening the tattered curtains Muriel said "I have called about our room Miss Welsh. And the clerk was kind enough to send up some complimentary food." Muriel sighed softly, the positive attitude she was projecting faltered ever so slightly. "We just never have good luck in hotel rooms do we, Miss Welsh?"
With the light from Ottawa coming into the dilapidated hotel room, Candy Cane stepped across the tiles to floor hugged her teacher and buried her face in Miss Spencer's bosom.
"Don't be silly Miss Spencer, I will never forget how you comforted me in bed on our
last vacation. You made me feel so much better after what happened at the pool."
"Ssshhh my student, it's all behind you now." Muriel stroked her student's hair. "No one will hurt you, I will always protect you. You are always safe with me."
"I remember waking up in your arms Miss Spencer. Lying in bed with you and waking up with your arms around me was the best! I never felt so safe and protected".
Muriel smiled softly and murmured her assent, feeling her cheeks redden slightly.
Candy Cane just sighed contentedly and nestled her head in her teacher's ample bosom.
Perhaps it was just the stuffiness in the room or perhaps it was Candy's head resting on her breasts but Miss Spencer felt heat and warmth. The teacher felt this heat and warmth begin in her cheeks and then throughout her body. She began to unbutton her blouse, she was feeling very hot. "Excuse me Miss Welsh, I am getting overheated", she said. She reached around her students head to undo the top two buttons of her tightening and overheated blouse.
With her blouse unbuttoned, Muriel felt more comfortable. She was not sure why she often felt this way whenever she held Candy or even thought about her for a long period of time. She did not dwell on that question however, she busied herself with stroking Candy's red hair and pigtails. The pair stayed embraced like this for some time.
Muriel felt this embrace had went on for too long. It just wasn't proper for her to be constantly holding and touching her student. Although the teacher did not feel it was inappropriate for the redhead to express her emotions and touch her, she was always reluctant when she touched young Miss Welsh. "Is that hypocritical of me?", she wondered. She grudgingly released the embrace and walked over to the bed.
She bent over, her tight skirt showing the faint outlines of her stocking tops. As the attractive blonde bent over, busying herself in straightening the bed, it broke. Not Miss Spencer, she did not break. The bed broke. It collapsed in two, crashing to the floor, sending dust bunnies, bits of cheap particle board and debris in several directions.
She looked back over her shoulder, and saw Candy Cane staring intently in her direction.
"Well this bed is completely broken. I can't believe they would let a room be rented in this condition."
"But teach, where will I sleep? There no way I am sleeping in that broken, crummy busted bed", Candy pouted. The redhead pull on her lower lip with her index finger. As Miss Spencer looked at the destroyed bed in disbelief, Candy kicked her oversized boots absently at a ripped section of the threadbare carpet.
Surprising herself with her positive tone, or was it energetic? Muriel said "You will sleep with me, of course. There is no way I would let you sleep on the floor when I have room in my bed for you Miss Welsh."
Candy squealed with delight, running over and hugging her taller teacher around the neck.
"Really? You mean it? I can sleep with you?"
She firmly hugged Candy Cane, feeling their bodies press together and nodded her agreement. The eager student couldn't help but ask "Are you sure it is no problem? These beds are small, teacher. I don't want to crowd you."
Giving the pretty student a playful squeeze at her waist, Muriel replied, "It is fine, really. We will do just fine in bed together. It will be like old times. We did not suffer when we slept together last time, did we Miss Welsh?"
Muriel tried to suppress a smile as the younger schoolgirl squeezed and hugged her with unrestrained happiness. It seemed the red-headed Candy Cane was more than happy the two women were going to be in bed together… again. And the emotion she was feeling could not be happiness. It was impossible. She was just helping her student.
After all, she was just Candy's teacher. Nothing more.