The harpoon gun felt heavy in her hands, her head spun and, as if sensing her nervousness, the manager asked her again,
"Are you sure a harpoon gun should be given to a young girl?"
In truth, Violet Baudelaire wasn't even sure she should be holding the vicious-looking weapon. She detested Carmelita Spats and everything she did but, if she was to stay in cover, she would have to comply. After blinking a few times to clear the swirls from her eyes and taking a few deep breaths to steady her vision, she nodded to the manager, fearful that if she opened her mouth she would surely be sick. She turned on the spot and strode across the lobby passing numerous faces, some she recognised, others were masks of obscurity and secrets, most a mix of both.
As Violet attempted to navigate the crowded floor, her face was impassive but her head was swirling with thoughts and she barely noticed who she passed, not even a very familiar face hidden in a disguise. Eventually, she arrived at the elevator and pressed the button to call. Only now did she suddenly think how boiling she was in the concierge outfit and how the harpoon gun seemed to weigh her arms down so much that she was half convinced someone was hanging off them.
Before long, the elevator arrived and Violet stepped in before putting the harpoon gun on the floor gingerly as if it might go off at any second. She was joined by a rather mousy-looking man with pale eyes and a balding scalp and also a very recognisable smile indeed. The more Violet Baudelaire looked at the young girl in very sophisticated clothing in front of her, the more she recognised the very distinctive smile of Isadora Quagmire.
"Concierge," Isadora began in a very plummy tone, "would you press the button for room 811 for me- and be quick about it!"
As Violet began to wonder if Isadora recognised her, Isadora added in an equally snobby tone while pointing at the harpoon weapon,
"Do be careful with that- it could kill a crow at a hundred meters."
Violet smiled to herself before replying in a hoarse voice,
"Or separate two friends for far too long."
Isadora merely smiled at Violet's remark but the other person didn't seem half as amused. As the elevator began to rise, he squinted at Violet with those pale eyes that were now filled with suspicion and something told Violet to not try to communicate with her friend again. The lift *dinged* open at the fourth floor and a tall, dark-haired woman got in, her eyebrows seemed to remind Violet of a certain punctuation mark and her lips were in a scowl that seemed to hint at many things, Violet could not tell what.
At the sixth floor, the pale mousy man got off and Violet began to wonder if she should attempt to communicate with Isadora when the tall woman said something, seemingly to herself,
"If I were a taxi driver, where would I hide?"
Isadora and Violet just shared the briefest of glances before looking away so as to not start laughing. Eventually the elevator arrived at the seventh floor and both the Quagmire and the Baudelaire got off, into a deserted corridor. The pair walked for a few metres before they turned simultaneously and hugged the other.
"It's so good to see you Isadora!" Violet exclaimed as she felt herself welling up.
"Don't you worry, don't despair,
I'll always find you, my Baudelaire." Isasdora recited as held Violet to her.
When the pair broke apart, Isadora started to laugh as she took off Violet's absurdly large sunglasses.
"You looked like a clown in those" Isadora said with a laugh as she set them down on the floor.
"Oh I felt it I could hardly see a thing." Violet replied.
Suddenly, the harpoon gun didn't feel so heavy in her hands but she still felt dizzy, however for a completely different reason.
"Quick- someone's coming!" Isadora exclaimed.
Acting impulsively, the poet dragged the inventor into the nearest vacant room- room 757- and slammed the door. Once she was sure the person had passed, Isadora turned to Violet and took her hand in hers,
"I can't believe we're finally together," Isadora began, "I've been looking everywhere for you, Kit told us-"
Violet cut her off by cupping Isadora's cheeks and pressing her lips to Isadora's. Hundreds of emotions flooded through the Quagmire's head but the most prominent of all was her want for this. She hadn't known until now but she had been waiting her whole life for Violet Baudelaire. And now here she was, in a darkened hotel room where anything could happen. Smiling slightly, Isadora parted her lips and welcomed Violet's tongue as she slipped her hands behind the Baudelaire's neck to pull her closer.
Violet was currently in heaven. She was kissing the girl of her dreams, the girl she had desired ever since she had been romanced by her poems. As Violet lowered her hands to unbutton Isadora's shirt, she noticed the delicate notes of cinnamon on Isadora's lips. Slowly, the Baudelaire broke the kiss to pull Isadora's shirt off her shoulders to expose her beautiful breasts.
"Wait, Violet, I've never done this before." Isadora said in a slightly nervous tone.
"Neither have I," Violet said seductively as she kissed Isadora's neck, "let's learn together."
At Violet's encouragement, Isadora took the initiative by capturing Violet's lips in another kiss, this time slipping her tongue in. As she did so, Isadora slipped her hand down Violet's trousers, past her panties to start to stroke her pussy. At Isadora's ministrations, Violet started to moan as she felt whispers of pleasure snake up from her lower regions. Attempting to repay her, the Baudelaire took off Isadora's bra and began to stroke one of her nipples and took the other into her mouth.
"Yes, Violet- just like that!" Isadora pleaded, trying to fight back her moans.
At the triplet's pleas, Violet switched over nipples and carried on her teasing of Isadora's breasts, feeling pleased that she can make Isadora so aroused. Feeling that Violet was a little too overdressed, Isadora took off Violet's red jacket and ridiculous hat, before freeing her of her lacy black bra. Violet pulled off Isadora's chest to smile at her suggestively,
"Want to take this to the bed?" Violet asked with a raised eyebrow.
Isadora could hardly believe her luck and stumbled over her words in her haste to agree with Violet's suggestions.
"O-of course." Isadora spluttered out, turning red as she did so.
Violet giggled at Isadora's adorableness before she lay on the bed and tugged off her trousers, exposing her slender, smooth thighs and, sitting atop them, a pair of lacy black panties that left little to the imagination. Isadora could barely stop staring at Violet's nude form and was half expecting to wake up from a dream. But Violet's next remark snapped her out of her stupor:
"Come on then, I'm waiting." the Baudelaire said with a grin.
Her head clear of any doubts, Isadora attempted to take off her own expensive trousers but ended up stumbling over the leg and ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor and Violet in a fit of giggles.
"Shut up!" Isadora said in a playful voice as she disentangled herself, revealing her own plain white underwear. She stood up some what more carefully before crawling onto the bed alongside the Baudelaire, both on their sides facing each other. This time, Violet began the kiss with her left hand snaking down Isadora's side to her panties waistband. Isadora smiled into the kiss as she stroked Violet's breasts, marvelling at the smoothness and the perfection.
Desiring more, Violet snaked her hand into Isadora's panties and began to stroke her pussy lips, relishing the moistness she could feel. Isadora could hardly believe the pleasure she could feel from the sheer anticipation and daring she felt as she was in bed with the girl of her dreams. Suddenly, she felt Violet stroke her clitoris with her index finger and gasped into the kiss as the pleasure spiked up from her core. However, as soon as the pleasure started, it ended as Violet withdrew her hand with a mischievous smile.
"Violet!" Isadora whined, "Stop teasing me!"
Violet merely smiled before replying, "Patience."
Isadora let out a huff and feigned a tantrum, much to Violet's amusement. But Isadora didn't stay mad for long, as she soon dipped lowered her whole body so her head was level with Violet's waist. With a seductive smile at the Baudelaire, Isadora kissed both of her thighs as close to her pussy as she could before hooking her fingers into the lacy black panties and gently tugged them down her legs. When Isadora looked up again, she saw that Violet was watching her, a smile on her face as if she was thinking.
"What?" Isadora asked inquisitively.
"Maybe..." Violet began, "If we changed like this..."
Violet then changed her position so her head was level with Isadora's pussy and Isadora with hers.
"Better?" Isadora asked.
"Much." Came the reply as Violet tugged Isadora's panties down to expose her beautiful shaved pussy.
Isadora let out a gasp at the sudden cold air on her pussy before taking a hesitant poke at Violet's pussy with her tongue, generating moans from the elder girl. Invigorated by Isadora's start, Violet began to stroke Isadora's clitoris with her index finger and hovered her middle finger over her vagina. Isadora felt the pleasure mount in her pussy and decided to take the plunge and began to tongue-fuck the Baudelaire inventor.
"Yes Isadora- more pleaseeeee!" Violet lost control of her voice at the last syllable as Isadora had begun to press on her clitoris with her index finger, causing her pleasure to spike.
Despite her pleasure, Violet still managed to begin her own ministrations and began to lick and playfully nibble on Isadora's clitoris as she plunged her fingers in and out of Isadora's core.
"Hnngh!" Isadora moaned as Violet caused her to moan into the elder girl's vagina.
Both of the girls carried on for some time like this, each finding new ways to cause more pleasure in the other until eventually, they both came, Isadora squirted her cum all down Violet's arm and chin, Violet cumming all over Isadora's face.
They both paused and when they had both regained control of their bodies again, they smiled at each other and Violet brought her head back up to the pillow.
"I love you Isadora Quagmire." Violet said sincerely. She stroked Isadora's arm and pulled the covers over them.
Isadora then brushed a stray hair behind Violet's ear before replying.
"I love you too."
They both fell asleep together in an embrace full of happiness and love.