The Hotel

By Boomer


The skies were threatening above, and the lightning was flashing in the distance, as the sleek black sedan coughed twice and quit running. Black Dahlia managed to coast off to the side of the road, and park. She pulled out her cell phone, but quickly threw it against the dash in frustration. "No signal available. What am I going to do now?" Looking around the landscape, she noticed a large wooden building sitting atop a small hill in the distance. "Maybe they have a phone I can use." Just as she locked the door, a few rain drops hit the windshield. "Uh oh I'd better hurry." With a blinding flash the Heroine sped to the building and stood on the wooden porch untouched by the rain.

An old gray haired woman answered her knock. "Can I help you?" She peered through a small opening in the door.

"I need to use your telephone, please." Black Dahlia could feel the coming storm as the thunder became louder, and the rain heavier.

I'm sorry, but we haven't had a working phone for nearly twenty years. Wait there for a minute."

Several minutes later, the door opened wide and she was greeted by a gray haired old man with a scruffy beard. "Come in, come in." He ushered the scantily clad Heroine into the parlor. "Pardon Martha, but we don't see many strangers any more. This use to be a thriving Hotel until they built the interstate." He scanned Black Dahlia as she stood there in the middle of an old fashioned parlor, dressed in a black mesh see-thru leotard, sheer black panty hose and black high heel shoes. "Oh, excuse me, please have a seat."

"Thank you, but my car broke down, and my cell phone doesn't work in this area. She plopped down into a large over stuffed chair that hadn't been used for years. "Do you have any way for me to contact someone?"

"Not until the mailman comes in the morning. Looks like a biggun' comin through the valley, so you can't go anywhere tonight. Martha will fix one of the rooms for you, and ole Ralph will drive you to a garage in the morning." He stared at the intriguing woman, whose costume glimmered in the dim light. "How about a cup of hot cocoa?"

"That would be great." She gave him a sheepish smile, a little embarrassed by her skimpy outfit. Then glancing round the room Black Dahlia was reminded of an old scary 'B' movie. 'This place could give me nightmares." The Super Heroine laughed at the thought.

The old man returned with a mug of cocoa. "Hope you like it. I have my own recipe." He sat across from the Heroine, staring at her breasts. "Where you headin'?"

"Sipping the delicious cocoa, while trying to hide her cleavage behind the mug, she told the old man she was returning to the Aerie. "I don't know if you're familiar with the place."

"Oh yeh, it's on top of the mountain. They do some kind of secret work there." His attention turned to her long perfectly sculptured legs. "You look tired. Would you like me to show you to your room.

"That would be nice, I do feel a bit tired." She tried standing, but the chair made it awkward. So the old man took the mug, and offered his hand for assistance. When she finally stood, her ankle twisted, yanking off one of her high heels. "Ouufff." She nearly fell, but the old man steadied her.

"Are you okay?" He led her towards the rickety staircase.

"I don't know, I feel kinda dizzy." With one hand holding the railing and the other being braced by the old man, Black Dahlia managed to stagger up the stairs to her room. She collapsed half onto the bed with her legs dangling off the edge, where she lay moaning softly.

"Martha, get my kit." Lifting her beautifully formed legs onto the bed, and shifting her body into a more comfortable position, the old man took advantage of the situation, by caressing her firm round thighs.

"ZEKE, what are you doing?" Martha rushed into the room with an accusing stare.

"Nothin', I'm just makin' her comfy." He turned the unconscious Super Heroine onto her chest, and slapped her firm round rear end. "Hand me the cotton and alcohol." Wetting the cotton wad, he then rubbed a small section on her rump. "Now the syringe." He tested the syringe, and then slowly pierced the soft skin with the needle. After pumping the serum, the two of them turned the sleeping Heroine onto her back. Zeke peered down at her enticing breasts, feeling aroused.

"Zeke, tend to business." She admonished her husband as she handed him the electrodes.

He attached an electrode to each side of her head, and then connected the leads to a panel on the side of the bed. "Let's see if the formula works this time." The two old people went into an adjoining room to watch a TV monitor.