Hot Screeching Excerpt - Things That Go Hump In The Night

EXCERPT - THINGS THAT GO HUMP
IN THE NIGHT
Short Story
Appeared in Scarlet Magazine in 2007
Genre: Paranormal Comedic Romance
Type: F/F
Heat Rating: Hot

Once in her room, she plopped her suitcase on the bed. As she pulled her shampoo and conditioner out of her suitcase, she felt the room suddenly become very cold. Her hair on her neck stood on end.

She felt as if she was being watched.

She shook off the feeling. She was being ridiculous. She walked to the bathroom, and set the shampoo and conditioner next to the tub. She returned to the bed. The chill had left, but that feeling of being watched remained. She felt very nervous.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Dana whirled around. The voice sounded young, like a woman barely out of her twenties. Her voice sounded like chimes singing in the wind. The woman who spoke had a lilt to her voice, as if she was playing a practical joke.

Dana looked around. She was alone in the room. Her heart pounded in her throat. She fought an urge to bolt from the room and run downstairs to surround herself with living, breathing people.

"Do you always barge into other people's rooms?"

There it was again – that disembodied voice. Dana swallowed hard, and cleared her throat.

"Who are you?"

Silence.

She stood at the foot of the bed, frozen. Her teeth started to chatter. She clenched her jaw to make them stop. She leaned over her suitcase to remove her clothes.

"I'd might as well have a little fun." The woman giggled. Dana felt a sharp pain on her right bum cheek. She jumped so quickly that she fell face-up across the bed.

Someone had spanked her!

"Who are you?? And don't touch me!!" Dana's voice sounded so strained she croaked.

"I'll touch you as much as I like. You look like you need it. I can show you a good time."

Dana tried to sit up, but a sudden pressure on her shoulders shoved her back down on the bed. She smelled oranges and lemons like a cloud around her head. Someone was on top of her. Someone she could not see.

"Leave me alone! Who are you?" Dana cried.

"Okay, let's hear it," The woman said. "Who is he?"

"Who is who?"

"The man you're mad at. C'mon. No woman comes to an Inn by herself with two unopened bottles of wine unless she has man trouble."

"It's none of your business."

"I'll make it my business. You need to have some fun. I'm here to give it to you."

She felt small and surprisingly strong hands grab her by the arms. The woman flipped her over on her stomach. Those strong fingers kneaded the taut flesh of her bum. Dana gasped. She was embarrassed to realize that she was aroused. The woman gave her a playful slap on one bum cheek. It stung, but it was not
unpleasant. Dana creamed her panties.