Lauren Cabello-Jauregui was in no way bored with her married life with Camila.
She scrolled through her email while her wife made the best coffee blend she recently received as a gift from friend. And as the machine hissed and puffed, the dark, life-giving liquid pattering against the bottom of the kettle, an email subject line caught Lauren's eye. A newsletter from sexstuds.com which, from the title alone, already made her roll her eyes. It was probably spam, but if it wasn't, she didn't remember signing up for this. Dinah and Normani's idea of a joke, probably.
Still, she read it. What was the harm, after all? The newsletter was informative, though. Coupon codes for sex shops around the NYC, discounts for certain porn films. Lauren didn't bother with the How to Make Her Orgasm More Than Once articles, since she already knew how to do that for Camila.
But one particular article caught her eye. It was about being a sexually adventurous person beyond public sex and being tied up. Lauren raised her brow. She liked to think that she and Camila were adventurous, and so, she clicked through the link in the newsletter, and it took her to a web page about a hotel that was built a year or so ago.
The hotel was called The Love Hotel. Not entirely original, Lauren mused, but as she clicked around the site, Camila began to hum and sing while she stirred two mugs of coffee, one for her and one for Lauren.
"What are you looking at?" Camila appeared beside her, kissing the top of Lauren's head. She rested her cheek against Lauren's head and peered into her monitor. But Lauren already switched tabs. Her screen now showed the New York Times. "Oh, they're making another Harry Potter movie."
Lauren pulled Camila to sit on her lap and inhaled the morning scent of her. "They are. You'd make a sexy Hogwarts professor." She murmured, tongue licking the crevasse of her wife's neck. "With those robes that billow while you walk, and your wand..."
"I prefer your wand better." Camila snickered at her horrible joke. She kissed Lauren's nose and hopped off her lap. "I have a break from rehearsals next weekend, by the way. The director has some business meeting he needs to attend. I would go with him if he asked, but he didn't. Besides, I think I have better things to do." She eyed Lauren from where she stood, by the stove, flipping pancakes. "Right, Lauren?
The black haired woman flipped back to The Love Hotel's website. She looked up at Camila, thoughts and fantasies already brewing in her brain. "Yeah, definitely. Do you want to go away next weekend then? For some rest and relaxation?"
Camila glanced over at her wife and slid the platter of steaming pancakes on the dining table. "Sure, why not? Do you have somewhere in mind, Lauren?"
Lauren typed a few things and scrolled even further down the website. "There's a new hotel just outside the city and they have a pool and a spa. Amongst other things. I thought we could give it a try, since I have a coupon for it."
The smaller woman smiled as she ate a forkful of pancake dripping with maple syrup. "Okay! I guess I'll start packing?"
Shaking her head, Lauren closed her laptop and ate from Camila's plate. "Whatever you want, Camila."
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Tossing their weekend bags into the trunk of the car, Lauren opened the car door for Camila to let her in. She fixed the mirrors and mounted the GPS against the dashboard. "All set? We didn't forget anything?"
"It's not like we're going that far." Camila said, clipping on her seatbelt. "If we did forget something, we can find a Wal-Mart."
Lauren pulled out of the narrow garage of their apartment and drove on to the highway. It took her a few hours, with singing, playing twenty questions, and hanging out with the love of her life. She smiled when Camila began to doze off, her head bumping against the window.
She was listening to an audio recording of a book when she saw the highway signs. The Love Hotel was a few miles away, in the upcoming exit. So Lauren switched lanes and exited the highway.
It was barely midday. The hotel was a few stoplights over. When Camila felt the car slow, she lifted her head and yawned. "We're here?"
"Yep," Lauren unclipped her belt and kissed the top of Camila's head. "I'll get the bags later. You're sleepy, so we can get a room and we can rest for a bit before finding stuff to do." She helped Camila out, her own legs jelly and numb from lack of use. Lauren hopped up and down and shook her limbs while Camila watched, giggling.
Hand in hand, Lauren and Camila walked into the hotel. Upon entering, they immediately see the front desk. There was also a bar, where a few patrons were watching a baseball game. There were also some people on the couches, having coffee and reading magazines. Lauren approached the front desk and was greeted by a young person who seemed to be younger than she was. "Hello. I'm The Owner."
Camila sidled up against Lauren side. "Hi, we're the Cabello-Jauregui's. We have a room booked. Right, Lauren?"
"The Cabello-Jauregui's?" The Owner gawked at them, while her fingers glided across the keyboard. "So you're the Camila Cabello? Oh wow." She flushed brightly and patted her pockets. "I don't mean to be an excited fan or anything, but I am an excited fan." The Owner procured a notebook and a pen. "May I have your autograph?"
While Camila gleefully signed The Owner's notebook with a flourish, she printed out a receipt and handed it to Lauren, along with the two key cards. She also slid a pamphlet across the desk. "If you're interested in what The Love Hotel can offer you, here's a list of those things."
Lauren leaned close. "I read your newsletter about the DP pill."
Perking up, Camila handed The Owner's notebook back to her. "What's the DP pill?"
The Owner cleared her throat. "I don't think it's wise to discuss that here. Wait one moment, please." She disappeared into the office and came back with an employee. "Watch the desk while I'm gone." She vaulted off the desk. "Follow me." She led Camila and Lauren into a richly-decorated room, with velvet overstuffed couches and paisley carpeting.
"Have a seat, please." The Owner said. She opened a few drawers of an antique Chinese medicine cabinet, muttering to herself while she did. "Ah!"
She showed Lauren a black pill, as big as a jelly bean, tucked in a blister pack. "This is the DP pill. Are you interested in it?"
"What is it?" Camila asked, tugging Lauren's sleeve.
"If I may," The Owner sat across from the Cabello-Jauregui's. "DP stands for Doppelgänger. It creates a flesh-and-blood mirror image of whoever takes this pill. Don't ask me how that's scientifically possible, as I don't know the exact reason. I can, however, vouch for its effectiveness." The Owner's lips curled into a small smile. "Since it essentially splits one person into two, it's also laced with an aphrodisiac."
"So it's a sex pill?" Camila asked with disbelief.
"That's the reason why I took you here, Camz." Lauren told her with a hesitant smile. "I'm not bored of our sex life, but I thought it would be fun to try something new."
The Owner nodded. "And since it's your first time, I'll offer it to you for free."
"Wait, how can we know that it works? Or that it's not harmful?"
"I understand your concern." The Owner said. "I've been testing this pill for... about a year now. There are no side-effects from what I see. Well, other than exhaustion the day after." The Owner flushed and scratched her cheek. "Anyway, would you care for a demonstration?"
Lauren nodded. "How long does the pill last for? From your experience?"
Glass of water in hand, The Owner popped a pill onto her palm. "Ten hours? You'll have to remember that you are still in control of your replica. Your sex drive, while boosted, is shared between two bodies. It's a strain, which is why you'll be really tired afterwards." The Owner swallowed the pill and emptied the glass. "You can tell your double what to do, and they obey. It takes a bit of practice to do things without saying words out loud."
"Why would you want the pill, anyway?" Camila asked Lauren. "One of you is enough for me, you know that, right? I don't need a threesome."
"I know, babe." Lauren patted her knee. "But I want to do this for you. I want to use two of me to pleasure you. It's gonna be fun."
The Owner coughed, and the couple looked over to her. There were two of her, squeezed into the same couch. "Wow." Camila's eyes were wide, and she reached out to touch the double, and it met her touch halfway. "It's real."
"It is," The Owner nodded. Her double stood up and walked over to the counter and began to prepare coffee. "As I said, I've been using the pill for about a year now, so I'm practised at controlling myself." She smiled at her imitation as she carried a tray of coffee, offering it to Lauren and Camila who both took it.
"You'll have to remember though, that this pill is designed for intercourse. I don't know what the effects would be if you didn't have sex using the doppelgänger, as I haven't tried it before." The Owner rose from her chair. "Now, if you would excuse me, I need to go call my girlfriend."
She left in a hurry, her lookalike following after her.
It left Camila and Lauren with the blister pack of black pills. "If you don't want me to use it, I won't." Lauren said. "But it sounds fun, right?" She leaned over to Camila, her palms gliding along the smoothness of her bare leg. "Two of me. Four hands running along your body." Her lips squeezed Camila's earlobe, and she heard her wife's breathing catch. Lauren slid her palms up higher, finger brushing the front of Camila's panties. "Two cocks fucking deep inside your holes..."
"G-god..." Camila shuddered and tugged Lauren's hair. "Okay, fine. You sold me." She sank her teeth into Lauren's bottom lip and grabbed the blister pack off the table. "Let's go up to our room."
