The Mystery at Faldor Hotel Ch. 03

"Yes," George replied, trying to maintain composure as Elora's eyes seemed to drink her in. "W-we got here about an hour ago."

"Actually," Nancy interjected, "We're joining a friend of ours who is also a guest here at the Faldor."

"Oh, really?" Elora asked, still looking at George with a smile that was slowly melting the young woman.

"Yes," Nancy confirmed. "Her name is Susan Quinn. Have you met her?"

Finally turning to the sleuth, Elora replied, "Why, yes I have. A lovely woman, Susan."

"She hasn't answered her door," Nancy told her. "Do you happen to know if she's in?"

With a slight frown, Elora said, "Oh... she hadn't mentioned that she was expecting anyone. May I ask your name?"

"Nancy Drew."

At her introduction, Nancy couldn't help but notice a flicker of surprise, possibly concern in the older woman's eyes, though it was well covered and would quite possibly have gone unnoticed by most people.

"Oh," Elora replied before she completely recovered herself to sincerely convey, "I'm sorry but, as I say, Susan never told me that she was expecting anyone and it's against hotel policy for me to share information concerning other guests."

"Of course," Nancy replied with a smile. "I understand."

Turning back to George, Elora asked, "Have you decided on what you want yet?"

George had been distractedly looking at their hostess's bust line, vaguely wondering how big it was and was taken by complete surprise. Having been caught by the older woman, her reply was stammered as she thanked heaven that at least Nancy hadn't seen where her eyes were trained. Elora's smile deepened, her own eyes looking down to George's chest as she ordered. After taking Nancy's order, she took their menus and again disappeared beyond the door with the round window.

"She knows something," Nancy stated.

George only blinked in reply, quietly blown away by the fact that such a seductive woman was flirting with her.

"She had a very subtle reaction to my name," Nancy explained. "She obviously knows something and is probably using the hotel's privacy policy to cover it up. I suppose Susan mentioned Aunt Eloise and she made the connection when I introduced myself."

"Uh huh," George vacantly responded, her face feeling heated as her earlier reaction to Nancy's attention on her chest was amplified tenfold. Her labia tingled delightfully and she found herself squeezing her thighs together while squirming in her seat.

"Are you alright?" Nancy asked.

"Wh- What?"

"You seem a bit flushed," Nancy observed with some concern.

"Oh, I- don't you find it hot in here?" George asked, desperately trying to regain her cool.

"A little. I suppose an old building like this wouldn't have central air conditioning."

"I don't suppose," George agreed, taking a sip from her glass of cold water and quickly changing the subject from Elora with, "About Bess... do you think I should have a talk with her? About what she did this afternoon?"

Taking a sip of her own water, Nancy regarded her thoughtfully before answering, "Maybe. I don't know."

Though having fled the uncomfortable subject of beautiful Elora, George knew from her blonde friend's expression that there was yet something else about the situation with Bess that was troubling her, and Nancy's next words, seemingly spoken to her glass, spelled out that trouble.

"George, I... this is embarrassing to explain, but... As much as I was disgusted and offended at the bellhop's attitude that first time he showed up at the door, I was actually... jealous... when he just stared at Bess the way he did. Can you imagine that? He completely disgusts me, yet I was jealous. It's been bothering me ever since, and I just can't understand how I'd react the way I did to his attention on her like that. I can't believe I'm even telling you this, it's so absurd and, and... I don't even know what," she finished almost miserably.

George was quite taken aback at this admission, even to the point of mostly forgetting about their hostess. More, she was surprised that Nancy had shared these feelings about herself but, wanting to somehow make her feel better about the incident, she offered, "Well, Nancy, I don't think you should feel badly about that. I think that's a pretty natural reaction that any woman might feel. Like it or not, we all have an ego, and they don't like to be bruised."

Finally taking her eyes from her glass of water, Nancy looked up at George and asked, "Were you jealous of her when he did that?"

Somehow, George didn't expect this and her mind tripped over itself for a plausible answer in explanation of why she wouldn't be jealous because of a man's attention on another woman over herself. But, after a relatively short pause, she decided on a lie.

"Of course, Nancy, it's a natural reaction. Don't worry about it," she assured, adding, "I think you're much more beautiful than Bess is."

"Really?" Nancy asked, a smile that lit George's soul finding its way to her features.

"Personally, I think Manny is crazy," George imparted. "Why, if I were a man, I wouldn't even see Bess if you were in the room."

Nancy's smile became wider, more self-assured as she beamed at her friend, saying, "Thanks, George."

"Anytime, Nancy. ... So, ummm..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I know you said that Ned has no complaints about your body, but... well, do you think I'd look better if my breasts were bigger?"

Again, Nancy momentarily rested her eyes on George's chest, seeming to think this over for a moment before returning, "No, I think they're fine. What size bra do you wear?"

"Large A-cup", George said with a small grin over Nancy's approval, yet she had to wonder if she'd only said that so as not to make her feel bad. "What about you? B?"

"Yes," Nancy said with a nod. "George, may I ask a more personal question?"

"Anything, Nancy."

"Well... have you ever been with a boy?"

" ... Uh, you mean... with a boy?"

"Yes," Nancy confirmed with a grin that looked to George like it carried some guilt.

"No," George answered, becoming a little nervous about the possible reason why Nancy might be asking her such a thing.

While nineteen year old virgins certainly weren't unheard of, there was always the possibility that it could draw suspicion. With her two previous 'boyfriends' she'd gone as far as to kiss their cheeks, but people, George knew, could be inconveniently intuitive. She could never be sure that they hadn't sensed that they were only around for show, or what they may or may not have reported to others about their suspicions.

But Nancy only replied, "Oh," looking away afterward.

" ... Have you?" George asked.

Nancy only nodded, then showed George that same guilt ridden smile again.

"You mean... really with him?"

After a pause, Nancy nodded again, though she looked down at her glass and her grin, guilt ridden or no, almost completely slipped from her face. As for George, she didn't know quite what to say. She was stunned to find that her friend had grown up in that way, upset that she'd been left behind and disappointed that a boy, most likely Ned, had spoiled her. Worst of all, even though she knew better, she felt betrayed.

"Oh... wow. Was- was it Ned"

Nancy's only reply was another guilt ridden nod.

After a pause that only the soft music from the lobby filled, George had to ask, "Did you like it?"

Her heart almost rejoiced when Nancy shook her head, smile completely gone, but she had no idea what to say as she held back the smile of relief that threatened to break across her features. As though to get beyond the moment and the feelings that went with it, Nancy took a deep breath, looked at George with a smile that now seemed as apologetic as it was guilty, and explained.

"We were out on a date. He took me to Lookout Point and... well, one thing led to another and... I just sort of let him unbutton my dress, but I actually kind of liked it when he felt me up. Especially when he pulled my bra down and played with my nipples. But then his hands were down my panties, and that felt so good, and the next thing I knew, he was inside me and... pumping."

George was almost catatonic, practically traumatized by Nancy's account of how Ned had spoiled her perfect body, but at the same time sexually aroused at the idea of Nancy allowing this, at the flashing mental imagery of herself doing these things to the sleuth across the table from her, save for the pumping part.

"I'm sorry," Nancy said, her voice a little louder as she gave her head a little shake. "You don't want to hear this."

"No, it's alright," George told her, though she was partly right about that. "You can always talk to me, Nancy."

Nancy's smile turned affectionate as George's hormones sang from between her legs, the blonde warmly stating, "Oh, George. You've always been my best friend. What would I do without you?"

George beamed at this.

"Sooo..." Nancy prodded, "You've never...?"

George shook her head.

"Never anything? Like, not even first base, or a kiss?"

"Yes, I've kissed Burt and Buck, but no more than that."

"Oh. I'm surprised at that. You're very attractive."

George continued to beam, immensely glad that Nancy thought this of her, and said, "I guess I'm just waiting for the right one."

"Well, I hope he comes along. Whoever he is, he's a lucky guy."

More than anything, George wanted to tell her that she, Nancy, was that lucky person. For an instant, she actually considered just telling her, though she knew she wouldn't, and a quiet moment of gazing affectionately at one another was broken by the return of Elora with their orders.

"Here you are, ladies," the voluptuous woman greeted, setting their plates down in front of them with another wink for George. "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm here?"

Both girls told her that they were fine, George flushing again at the special attention the woman gave her before she returned to the kitchen.

Their conversation turned to lighter topics as they ate, as though this less serious dinner conversation would seal meaningfulness into all that had been said prior. Not even touching on the mystery of Susan Quinn, they finished their meals and refused Elora's offer of coffee, tea or a cold beverage when they were finished. Finally, the well-endowed woman brought them their separate cheques, both of them face down before telling them that they were to be paid at the reception desk in the lobby. Delivering another warm, overfriendly smile to George, she then removed herself to the kitchen.

When George picked up her cheque and turned it over, she found a hand written note written beneath the total, and another flush threatened as she read it.

If you really want to know more about Susan Quinn, meet me in Suite 305 at 7:00 tonight. Come alone.

"What's that?" Nancy asked as the flush that threatened George overwhelmed her.

"It's, uhhh..."

Again, her mind tripped over itself, so George simply handed her cheque across the table to Nancy, letting it speak for itself as she tried to regain composure.

"How mysterious!" Nancy exclaimed. "But, I wonder why she wants you to come alone."

George simply shrugged as Nancy reread the note, taking the opportunity to dab at the perspiration on her face with her napkin. All of Elora's special attentions on George had been done in just such a way that Nancy couldn't see them, as though their Hostess knew George was a lesbian and was keeping that from Nancy, but how could she have known that?

"Why, you don't think it's dangerous, do you?" Nancy asked, concern suddenly creeping into her excited tone.

"No," George truthfully answered with an unsure smile that was meant to assure her friend.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit nervous."

"No, I'll be fine. We've both been in much more dangerous situations than this. Besides, why should she want to hurt me?"

"True," Nancy replied. "Anyway, I can't imagine my best friend, adventurous George Fayne, turning down an invitation like this!"

George only smiled, mostly in reply to the fact that Nancy thought of her as her best friend, but also in order to cover up her very real apprehensions involved with keeping her clandestine meeting with Elora.

Part two

Standing in front of the door to Suite 305, George's apprehensions were making her hands tremble. Of course, it wasn't trouble she expected, rather whatever would happen while presumably alone with an older woman who obviously had a real attraction to her. She'd changed into a medium blue, pleated skirt that ended just below her knees with a matching, long sleeved sweater that buttoned up the front. What with the heat and her constant flushing over thoughts of her impending meeting, she didn't bother with a blouse, instead buttoning the sweater all the way up to her neck over the little white bra she wore. With her hair and makeup readjusted, she knew she looked as good as she could make herself look, not that she'd had a lot of experience with such things.

She wasn't kidding herself with these efforts. While she'd never been with a boy, neither had she ever so much as been out with a girl and, while she had no idea what to expect of this rendezvous, she had a natural desire to look her best for it. Of course, her mind's uppermost reasoning for this was the interest of gaining information about Susan Quinn, this investigative technique that was exactly like Bess's with Manny not lost on her. However, this uncomfortable reality was somehow balanced by her very sincere attraction to Elora and the woman's flattering attention. Beyond the case, George wanted to look her best for her darkly alluring hostess, and guilty thoughts of Nancy were somewhat easily shoved aside in light of her friend's earlier revelation regarding sex with Ned.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly let it out as she knocked three times, loud enough so that the suite's occupant could hear, yet not so loud as to attract attention from occupants of other suites. (She hoped) The door opened a moment later to reveal Elora on the other side, wearing a warm smile of greeting and anticipation. Her dark, luxuriously thick hair was now down and she wore a very short, red dress, sleeveless with impossibly thin shoulder straps and an open, plunging neckline that her full breasts threatened to fall right out of. On her feet, she wore a pair of red pumps and, standing with her weight on one hip, George could only look this goddess up and down as her lower jaw slowly sagged.

"So glad you came, George," her smoky voice greeted.

George managed to nod with a flickering smile as her hormones furiously remixed themselves to spread another deep flush from her pelvis to the rest of her body. Her sexual arousal was so sudden and strong that she was shocked to find herself wondering if Elora was wearing panties.

"Come in, darling," the older woman invited, standing aside while holding the door to the dim lit suite wider.

When leaving her own suite, George had neglected to bring her purse. She'd never particularly liked having to cart them around to begin with and she didn't foresee the need for one where this meeting was concerned, yet, at the moment, she desperately wished she'd brought it just so her hands would have something to clutch at. It was a nervous reaction, she knew, but also knew it was a justified one as she entered Suite 305.

She stopped by the foot of the bed when she heard the door close behind her, turning to once again take in the vision of womanhood before her. She helplessly stared at Elora's body, those amazing, large breasts as they softly bounced while her almost completely bared legs walked towards her. By the time she passed, inflicting another warm smile on the inexperienced nineteen year old, George's heart was in her throat. Turning, she watched the woman stop at a small wet bar, the back of the little dress barely covering the bottom of her shapely posterior.

Watching Elora mix two drinks, the only sound in the suite was soft jazz and the wild beating of her own heart until the older woman turned and held out a glass to George.

"Uhh, I'm too young," she said in a small, nervous voice as her eyes unwillingly landed on Elora's cleavage.

"No you're not," Elora refuted with that warm smile that somehow made her right.

George reached out and took the offered glass in trembling hand, glad to at least have something to hang on to, and thrilling as their fingers touched in the exchange.

"Do you like my outfit, George?"

Even her voice was suggestive, sexual and arousing. George nodded and took a drink of the glass's tasty content.

"I love yours," she purred, moving closer and adding, "Very cute and... demure."

"Thank you," George managed.

Elora stopped when her breasts were less than six inches from George, offering a clear view down the inviting valley of her soft, warm cleavage, the flowery scent of her perfume intoxicating George more than the drink that she quickly took another gulp of.

"You're shaking," Elora observed.

"I'm a bit nervous," George admitted with a shy smile.

"No need to be. Your friend, Nancy... she doesn't know about you, does she?"

" ... No," George replied. "But... how did you-?"

"Certainly doesn't know you're in love with her."

George was aghast, staring into Elora's beautiful green eyes in astonishment that she should know this.

"Don't worry," she assured, her hand suddenly stroking a lock of George's hair. "I won't tell."

"But... but, how did you know?" the younger woman gasped as tingles ran down the side of her neck.

"It's in the way you look at her. Something like the way you look at me, but not quite the same."

Now she was playing with the silver earing that dangled from George's ear, intensifying those tingles and spreading them to the inside of her right thigh as she stammered, "Oh, I... I didn't know i- it was that obvious."

"It's not, really," Elora told her. "I just happen to be... intuitive."

"Oh..."

About to take another drink, George looked down to find her glass already empty and, as though this discovery served as some internal alarm, she suddenly remembered why she was there, remembered Susan Quinn and the case of her increasingly likely and mysterious disappearance.

"So, uhh... your note im-implied that you could tell me something about Susan Quinn...?"

"Yes, it did," Elora confirmed, running her finger down the side of George's neck and intensifying those tingles all the more.

But, instead of answering to that, she gently took George's empty glass and returned to the wet bar with it, giving the spare bodied girl a chance to breathe and collect herself. As far as using her body to gain information, Bess, she then realized, had the supreme advantage of not being severely attracted to her subject and was, therefore, able to take much more effective control of the situation with Manny than what George was presently doing.

"(Ahem) are you going to tell me?" she asked, trying to gain at least some control of herself, if not the situation at hand.

"Yes," Elora replied in a sly tone that hinted at some catch.

"Well, I suppose the first thing I'd like to know is-"

"But," the enchantress interrupted while turning with another drink, "since it's against hotel policy to divulge guest information, punishable by dismissal, I see that information, understandably I think, as a valuable commodity."

With a feeling she knew what was coming and another flush spreading from her pelvis on account of it, George took the drink Elora offered, taking a sip and listening to her continue as she slowly moved behind her.

"As such, I think it's only fair that I receive some... payment for this commodity. I mean, it's not like it would be easy for me to find another job around here, would it?"