Amazon Hotel (story) (Mini-GTS, PG)

[Eelskin]

Hey folks! I finished this story a while ago, but I realised I hadn't posted it here. I'm including the complete .doc file at the bottom of this post, which you can download if you feel like skipping ahead to some of the later chapters, but I'll still be updating this story with a new chapter every few days.

This story will be strictly mini-GTS There will be no violence and some implied sex later on. I hope you enjoy it!


Amazon Hotel

Chapter 1

Sabrina and Joshua stepped off the bus, rolling their luggage behind them. They were hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable after a five-hour flight, but here they were. As the bus pulled away, spitting dust into their faces, Joshua leaned in to her and kissed her, playing with the unfamiliar ring on his finger. She returned his kiss happily but without much energy.

“I cannot wait to get into our room and take a nap before dinner,” she said.

“So soon?” he replied. “This is going to be our first time alone since the ceremony. I think we could use a bit of intimate time.” He reached his hand down and squeezed her bum, and she squealed and swatted it away.

“Josh,” she protested, “have a bit more patience. If we wait ‘til tonight, won’t it be better? Then we can just cuddle afterwards and fall asleep. Besides,” she smiled, “that’ll give me time to change.”

Joshua smiled. “As you wish, love.” They turned and walked toward the resort, with a large sign reading Hotel Hippolyte above the door.

The first thing they noticed was the size of the door as they approached it. Instead of the usual seven-foot height they were used to, this door was easily double that. As they approached, it slid open automatically, and they entered the lobby of the hotel.

The lobby was beautifully decorated in limestone and marble, and there were columns running the length of the room on either side. Their footsteps echoed as they walked toward the front desk, and they could hear the sounds of people swimming and laughing from somewhere inside the resort. The furniture in the lobby was clearly adapted for people of different sizes- there were normal-sized chairs and couches right next to pieces that would have been identical, except for the scale. They would have been comically oversized if the guests didn’t know what kind of resort this was. When they reached the desk, Sabrina pressed a bell that was sitting there, and after a moment, a young woman turned a corner to come and serve them. Sabrina and Joshua both stopped and stared.

She was the largest person either of them had ever seen. Wearing sandals and a white toga with a shawl over it, her blonde hair tied back in a bun, and a small nametag pinned to her toga that read ALEXANDRA, she briskly walked behind the counter and smiled at them. Joshua stared directly ahead into her navel. The top of the counter met her thigh. Sabrina looked up, her mouth slightly agape. Of course, they had known where they were coming. They had read the brochure. But it wasn’t the same as standing in front of an Amazon, in person.

“Welcome to Hotel Hippolyte,” she ginned. “How may I help you?”

Joshua giggled. Sabrina punched him in the arm. “Uh, yes. We have a reservation. Lavoie.”

Alexandra bent down and flipped through a book. “Yes, I have you. The honeymoon suite, yes?”

Sabrina blushed. “That’s right.”

“All right. We’ll get you settled in there right away. Here are your key-cards, and if you could just sign here please, both of you.”

The two of them signed eagerly.

“Thank you. And Mrs. Lavoie, how tall would you like to be?”

That provoked a double-take from both of them. “I’m sorry?” asked Sabrina.

“Well, part of the experience of staying at Hotel Hippolyte is that you yourself get to be…”

“Yes, I knew that, but… I have a choice?”

“Sure.”

“Uh…” she looked at Joshua who just smiled. “How tall are you?”

Alexandra smiled. “I’m nine foot four. But I’m afraid we aren’t allowed to let you grow past nine feet. We’ve had some security issues in the past, so company policy says that all staff need to be just a little taller than the guests. I do apologise.”

“No, that’s okay, I uh…” her voice trailed off. She look back at Joshua, who just widened his eyes and nodded. “Could I be nine feet?”

Alexandra grinned. “No problem. Just one moment; I’ll be right back.” She turned and stepped through a door, returning a moment later with a small bottle of dark liquid. She handed it to Sabrina, who took it in her much smaller hands. “Just drink that. It should take a couple of hours before you’re fully nine feet, and you’ll get another dose every morning and evening. If you want to return to your normal size, just stop drinking it and it’ll wear off after half a day or so.”

Sabrina just laughed, holding the bottle delicately.

“And if there’s nothing else, may I take your bags?”

Joshua spoke up. “Oh, that’s- I- I-”

Alexandra reached down and picked up both heavy bags in one hand. “It’s really no trouble, sir. You look tired. Follow me, please.”

Alexandra walked slowly so they could keep up. They walked past rows of doors, noting that each one had two key-card slots next to it- one about four feet off the ground, and one six. The doors themselves were easily high enough to allow Alexandra to pass through, and the further they walked, the smaller they felt. They eventually came to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, where Alexandra stepped forward and slid her key-card through the higher slot. It beeped, and the door popped open slightly. Alexandra pulled and held it open for the two guests, who walked in and gasped.

The room was enormous. Aside from the extended ceiling, the length and breadth of the room were far more than anything they had expected. The hot tub was large enough to be a small swimming pool. Like in the lobby, there were two sets of chairs and couches, identical except for the scale. And the bed alone was almost as big as their bedroom in their apartment back home; it was twice as long as Joshua was tall. He and Sabrina felt very small indeed. Sabrina looked at the bottle she still held in her hand. Not for long, she thought to herself, and smiled.

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Dolores walked into the lobby from the pool area. Despite the heat, she was wearing a full suit that conveyed an air of professionalism and dignity. She glanced around the lobby, dismayed to find no one there. Her heels clicking on the marble floor, she walked to the counter and rang the bell four times. After a moment, she rang it again.

From the back room came an Amazon. As soon as she saw the tiny woman tapping her foot against the tile with her arms crossed over her chest, the smile on her face flickered, but she caught herself and politely asked, “Yes, Miss Crowley?”

Without smiling, Dolores answered, “Margaret, one of our less pleasant guests has vomited next to the pool. I need you to go and clean it up.”

“I’ll go fetch Carol.”

“I said I want you to do it, Margaret.”

At this, the smile disappeared off of Margaret’s face. “Miss Crowly, Carol is our custodian. I have—”

Quietly and coolly, she interrupted her. “I am well aware of our staff roster, Margaret.” Dolores barely reached Margaret’s waist, yet she spoke with perfect confidence and authority. She did not raise the volume of her voice or avert her eyes.

Margaret stared for a moment in silence. Then, “But then, why—”

“Because unless you know exactly where Carol is at this very instant, and can guarantee me that she is not occupied in some other task, it will be faster for you to clean up our guest’s vomit, even if only by a few minutes. Every minute that our guests are forced to step over that mess is a minute that they are enjoying themselves less, and a higher chance that they will not be returning here for repeat business. Do you understand the importance of that?”

“Uh, yes Miss Crowley. I’ll get right on it.” And, shaking her head slightly, she began to walk toward the pool area.

“Oh, Margaret?”

Margaret turned around to face her boss.

“I explained why I want you to clean it up because I know that you’re new here, and you haven’t quite gotten used to the way we do business. In the future, you will not question me ever again. If I tell you to get on your knees and lick up our guests’ vomit, you will. Am I understood?”

Margaret stood, dumbfounded. Dolores followed her until she was standing right next to her. She craned her neck upwards and repeated the question, poking Margaret in the thigh for emphasis. “Am – I – understood?”

“Y-yes, Miss Crowley.”

“Excellent. Perhaps you’ll keep your job yet.” And, without another glance, she turned and walked down the hall.

Margaret, dazed, walked out toward the pool area. This was Margaret’s second week at the hotel, and while it was certainly one of the coolest jobs she’d ever had – I mean, at how many jobs do you get to be an Amazon? – she wasn’t sure how long she could handle working under Dolores Crowley. Her first day, Margaret, trying to be friendly, had asked her why she didn’t grow into an Amazon herself, and, with a condescending smirk, Dolores had answered, “Because I’m here to run a hotel. I’m not here to be ogled. That’s your job.”

Margaret found the mop and walked outside, and bumped into a guest by accident as she walked through the doorway. His chest collided with her knee and he staggered backwards, almost falling over, but regaining his footing.

“I’m sorry, sir! Are you ok?”

He smiled and laughed. “I’m fine. Are you?” He then realised the absurdity of his question and they both laughed it off. He excused himself and went inside. Margaret brightened up a little. It was really cool being big.