Inner Journey - Chapter 1 [Unfinished] [Old Story]

The saga of fifteen guests at a restorative spa that restores a little...too much. Written around 2022 and unfinished. No plans to finish it in this form.

“Welcome to Inner Journey, Miss Hazel!” The enthusiastic receptionist gave Hazel a warm smile and handed her a small envelope with the key to her room. “As you know, this is an anonymous spa, so all staff will refer to you by your first name, and please remember to introduce yourself to other patrons by first name only.”

“Of course.” Hazel smiled in return and took the envelope, glancing at the room number on the paper.

“Room 103 is up one floor via the elevator and down the hall to your left. Please enjoy your stay, and don’t forget to call assistance in your room if there’s anything at all you need. Complementary.”

Hazel nodded and picked her bag up off the floor, giving a little wave as thanks. She had taken a few steps toward the hall past reception where the elevator was located when the receptionist called again, “And please don’t forget that your key will operate all elevators and open all common rooms at any time of day.” Hazel waved again but did not look back. Her check in had taken longer than expected, and after a long trip here, she was ready to have some time to herself in her room.

Her room key did indeed unlock access to the elevator, and she slid the plastic card into the slot beside the metal doors. She thought it a little strange that she had not been directed to a stairway either, but she saw signs on the way to the elevator and contented herself with that. The elevator doors opened almost silently, revealing a clean and ornate interior that made Hazel smile. When she won a free weeklong trip to Inner Journey Spa, a place she had never heard of before in the middle of the New England wilderness, she hadn’t thought there would be much to it. But the sleek entrance, old-fashioned yet well-maintained building, and now this blue velvet and grey stone elevator was making her feel more comfortable than she imagined she would be.

The doors opened a moment later on the first floor, as if they hadn’t even left the ground floor. The hall opened to a wall of windows overlooking the mountains and forests at the front of the building where the spa was nestled, which made Hazel think perhaps that the rooms were situated only on one side of the building. She had never been in a place like it, but it set it apart from the long and windowless hallways illuminated by yellow light that made hotels what they were.

Turning to the left and walking somewhat quickly, Hazel made her way toward the end of the relatively short hall. The room numbers on this side of the elevator had only gone up to seven, so she walked past that room, and 104, and swiftly unlocked her own door and slipped inside. She was glad she had not encountered any other patrons in her first moments there. She probably looked a mess, and did not feel in the mood for any polite conversation with strangers yet.

“Wow,” Hazel whispered to herself, taking in her room. A small entry with a closet opened to a large, spacious room with a king size bed on the right wall. The bedclothes were rich blues again, and looked more expensive than anything she had ever slept in before. The entire far wall was covered in floor to ceiling glass windows, except for a glass door which opened to a balcony overlooking the rear of the building, and thick, rich curtains bordered the edges in case darkness was more desirable. Chairs and cushions and afghan throw blankets of a multitude of colors and textures, all of which still seemed cohesive somehow, were set up to the left around a fireplace with a store of wood beside it. The floor looked to be a mid-tone hardwood except for the stone around the fireplace, with a large rug laid out beneath the bed. A piece of art above the fireplace looked as if it could also double as a television, and other art across the walls included paintings of the surrounding area and old pictures of the hotel, and perhaps people of the past. Hazel walked forward and saw a hallway to the left which led to a small enclosed bathroom on one side and a tiny kitchenette on the other, the exterior. They were small, but they did not skimp on details, and the kitchen cabinets and fridge were filled with snacks and drinks that seemed, like everything else, to be complimentary.

Hazel thumbed through the drink choices in the fridge, some alcoholic and some not, and decided on a hard lemonade. The cap screwed off and she let the refreshing sour taste fill her throat and stomach. Then, furrowing her eyebrows, she followed her path back to the door where she realized she had dropped her bag. She brought it over to the bed, setting her lemonade down on one of the nightstands. Unzipping it, she dug through it for her pajamas and a fresh set of clothes, something that would look good for dinner later that evening. Actual spa activities wouldn’t begin until the next morning. With a sigh of relief, she collapsed on the bed and rolled over to grab her lemonade again.

After several minutes of relaxation, Hazel propped herself up and reached for the drawer in the nightstand, wondering if there was a Bible in there like in many hotels. There was not, but she was pleased to find a small glass bowl of wrapped chocolates. Pulling it out, she looked through them, pushing past the dark chocolate and white chocolate and raspberry truffles for a simple, if plain, milk chocolate. Unwrapping it and setting the foil on the nightstand beside the bowl, she popped it in her mouth.

Unlike most mass-produced American chocolates, this didn’t have any acidity or oversweetness that resulted in such. This chocolate melted quickly and spread like a rich and delicate sauce through her mouth, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Hazel laid her head back on the bed and let the chocolate trickle down her throat for a few moments before swallowing some of it. A small moan escaped her, and she twisted her legs as she swirled the chocolate around her mouth with her tongue.

She bit her lip and licked it, feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, for it was the best thing she thought she had ever had. As she swallowed again, a tingling sensation ran down her spine and into her chest, spreading out to her nipples and causing a twinge between her legs. She moaned again in ecstasy, sticking her tongue out and coating her lips in whatever chocolate was left before licking it up again and swallowing the last of it. As she swallowed, her pussy twinged again, and she gasped as she thought she might climax. She didn’t, but as the feeling faded, she fell limp on the bed and closed her eyes.

A knock on the door woke Hazel suddenly from her unintentional nap. “Miss Hazel?” came a soft voice from outside her door. “Dinner is about to start.”

“Wha—?” Hazel murmured in a stupor, her eyes heavy and her tongue sluggish. Then it came to her and her eyes snapped open. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’ll be right down.”

“No worries, Miss Hazel. Take all the time you need. Please take the elevator up to floor two and the dining room will open on the rear side.”

“Okay,” Hazel huffed, jumping out of the bed and scrambling into the blouse and pants she had chosen for dinner. She wouldn’t have time to freshen up her hair or makeup, but she supposed it didn’t really matter at a spa, however fancy it was. “Thank you!”

As she pulled her shirt off, her nipples rubbed painfully on her bra, and she hunched over for a moment until the feeling passed. Hazel scrunched her nose and felt herself gently before shaking her head and pulling her blouse on. As she finished getting dressed, she ran her hands through her hair and rushed to the door, remembering to grab her key on the way out.