The Star of Babylon - Lust - Chapter 05

[Nathan Saniti]

The Star of Babylon - Lust - Chapter 5

As Nathan pulled the hatmobile to a full stop, they all gazed upon the woman standing in the doorway. She was a beautiful sight regaled in a red dress, accented with gold and feathers that appeared to be right out of the Renaissance era. Atop her brunette curls, she wore a matching crimson chapeau. Her eyes were nearly as jade green as Kelli's, her skin as porcelain as a doll's.

Without a word, she lit up a candle and motioned for the Harvesters to exit their vehicle and enter the building. The bellhop, a young man, possibly in his late teens or early twenties ran down, his physique bare from the waist up, silently grabbed bags from the trunk that none of the passengers recalled ever packing, disappearing up the stairs effortlessly with his quarry.

Nathan, Kelli, Naomi, Rasputin and Neville all dismounted the vehicle. As soon as all were clear, Nathan waved his hand, returning the car to its original state of hattery. Neville was the last to get out, his gaze never once leaving the lady in red. He was enthralled by her beauty. Her smile radiated at him, causing his heart to flutter.

"Careful, brother," warned Nathan in a whisper, "Lust disguises itself as many things."

"Mind your own business," he snarled quietly through gritted teeth, almost robotically. "You've been with a woman. I, to date, have not had the pleasure."

"Now is not the time to debate carnal pleasures. Remember the main concern for this particular sin."

"I was ejected from your body the second you and Kelli made love." Neville's agitation grew stronger with each word.

Nathan grabbed his brother by the shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. "Please use caution, Neville. Else, you'll lose yourself to this Sin." These words seemed to help snap his twin out of his trance, albeit reluctantly. Neville looked dejected as they all climbed the long granite staircase towards the entrance.

Their hostess waved the newcomers inside. The grand entrance was exactly that. It was almost surreal how much larger the inside of the building looked. It had ornately carved banisters from all three floors overlooking the entryway. Roman columns jutted upward to add support as well as decor. The floor was marble with inlaid gold designs that laid out pathways to each of the three halls.

The shirtless bellhop shimmied down the center hall with their unscheduled luggage. As he made his way, he seemed to be joined in chorus as he recited the first words the group had heard spoken since entering:

"Welcome to the Hotel California!"

"Such a lovely place," added Naomi, losing herself in the scenic foyer in spite of herself.

Her sentiments were echoed by the chorus in the corridors. Nathan looked to his brother, who had once again began ogling the hostess. "Such a lovely face."

"Plenty of room at the Hotel California," informed the hostess, her voice as hypnotic as her appearance. Even the women in the group felt a pang of desire. "Any time of year..."

"Any time of year," parroted the voices in the hallways.

"...You can find it here." The hostess lead them to a candlelit desk and a register. "If you like, you may register now, or simply sleep on it. We are quite flexible."

"I bet you are," escaped from Neville's mouth before he could stop them.

The hostess simply grinned slyly at his remarks. She sauntered to Neville. "Good sir, you have no idea." Her seductive voice, matched only by her body language, entranced him. She figuratively devoured his attention, relishing it as a child would a sweet chocolate. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your rooms."

Even Nathan found himself falling into the entrapments of the environment. He snapped himself back into focus by thinking of his upcoming battle for his North American Title at Mass Destruction VII against High Tide. Tide had rarely beaten him. On one hand, he was barely a threat. On the other, however, he knew Tide was like this Sin. PCW's resident pirate could overtake him if taken lightly. His efforts to ground himself in distractions proved fruitless.

As they passed down the corridor, each door was wide open, the carnal vulgarities on raucous display for all to see as they meandered by. Nathan flushed red as his eyes wandered. Despite his efforts to avert his gaze, his curiosity bore witness to sexual positions he thought only made possible through acrobatics, as well as mixtures of partnerships that both perplexed and intrigued him.

Yet he walked on. He noticed his Harvesters were just as drawn in by the surroundings as they were lead to their rooms. Farther and farther they trekked down the seemingly endless hallway, the pheromones nearly becoming unbearable.

Kelli stopped at an agape portal, watching shamelessly as a woman and a man spent their energy coupling. She bit her bottom lip, using all of her will to resist and peeling her eyes from the pair as they climaxed loudly. She buried her head in Nathan's shoulder as she grasped his arm. "Oh god, Nathan. This is beyond difficult," she whispered to him.

"I know, my dear," he cooed quietly, "but resist we must. Be strong, dearest."

Naomi and Rasputin were shown their domicile first. They seemed to be practically tearing each other's clothes off before the door even shut. Kelli and Nathan were given a Honeymoon Suite that was bigger than Neville's entire shack.

"Will you be okay, brother?" Nathan queried, the concern deep in his voice.

The hostess cupped Neville's chin in her hand. "I'll treat him right."

Nathan tersely removed her hand, a gesture that was met with daggers from Neville's eyes. "That's precisely what frightens me, good madam."

Neville swatted his brother's hand away angrily. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Be with your Kelli, and let me tend to myself as you always have."

Nathan soured at his brother as he slowly closed the door. "Please take care, brother. All is not as it seems here."

Neville yanked the door out of Nathan's hand, slamming it shut in finality. The hostess swelled her bosom, a victorious smirk on her face. "Come. I have the perfect room for you." She offered her arm and Neville accepted. She continued her flirtatious ways as she lead them down the hall to a room with a coal black door. She unlocked the door with a flourish of keys, snapping it open. Neville inhaled sharply as the door swung open. "Enjoy your stay, Neville Saniti. I'm at your disposal should you need..." she seductively slid a hand down his chest, grabbing him in his nether region lightly. "...Anything. At. All."