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thehill-rpg · 7 months ago

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Episode 2: Whispers on The Hill Part: 1/??

The quiet shuffle of bare feet on the gravel courtyard fills the air, accompanied by the faint squeak of a rusty pool gate reluctantly opening. With a pair of composed steps, a slender figure, tall yet delicate, makes her way towards an ageing pool chair. As she reclines on its worn surface, the chair emits a soft groan of protest, bearing witness to both its own well-worn years and the age of its current resting place: Palm’s Motor Hotel. Donning a pair of Ray Bans, she settles in, clad in a casual ensemble of a Washington Nationals' tank top and a worn pair of denim short shorts. In her hand, she opens a well-read copy of Cosmo, its pages gently fluttering in the breeze. Tucked between them is a torn clipping from yesterday’s issue of The Hill, resting over an article titled ‘The Secret to Finding Your Soulmate: Date Your Alter Ego.’ A good article, offering the kind of advice you could only get out of a drunk best friend, yet not the one currently capturing her attention.

Chelsea Dalton reclines beside a pool that seems questionably operational (was that the smell of an impending bacteria infection?), her gaze fixed on the familiar words. She reads it again, for what feels like the hundredth time, each word etched into her memory. She knows every line by heart. It’s beautiful.

It’s also months of dedication, collaboration, and hopefully, justice. Sure, it’s a departure from her usual flair, and while, yes, she’d normally sell her soul for this kind of traffic on her blog, she knew there was no way her posting this story would get it the attention it deserved. Hence, her email to Violet Shard, almost three months ago. She’d been hesitant at first. Sure, she was a fan, but this was something that needed to be handled with care. She was too close to her own source. She couldn’t risk being named. However, Violet had assured her of anonymity and a series of follow-ups that wouldn’t brush any pertinent details under the proverbial rug of Washington D.C. political justice. That's why she had agreed, and why she now found herself just outside the District, technically in Maryland, waiting for said blonde journalist.

Where was she?

As she waited for Violet’s late arrival (had her trusty Saab finally coughed its last puff of exhaust?), she let her thoughts drift over to Gray, and the party she would have been at if the news she’d just leaked to The Hill, hadn’t implicated his father. She’d probably have been in some uncomfortable sundress right now, watching as Gray loosened a tie, only for his mother to promptly tighten it again, while she discreetly passed another crab puff to Mac. Of course, she hated every second of it, but even without her mom’s urging, she hadn’t missed one since she’d moved in next door to his family at six. What could she say? She had a thing for fish paste covered Hors d'Oeuvres. And tortured artists… She’d let the last one remain unsaid, stubbornly resisting even her subconscious attempts to divert her down that worn-out, oh so familiar road. Not today, Bucko!

Just as she was attempting to shift her focus, fate intervened with the unceremonious thud of a bottle of sunscreen hitting her thigh, yanking her back to the realm of the living—or, more accurately, a realm that didn't revolve around pining over her best-friend of twenty-seven years. “Slip, slop, slap…” She glared over her glasses at a man holding a faded beach towel and a copy of The Hill.

While quick judgments were usually her forte, she decided to withhold hers until he extended his hands to offer assistance. She leaned towards labelling him as the "concerned dad" type rather than a creepy motel lifer. "Uh, thanks, but— Is that the latest copy of The Hill?" She hadn’t been able to pick up a copy before she’d left her house in order to get here in time and she was keen to see how Violet had followed up. “Sure, kiddo. It’s yours.” She dropped her guard, leaning over to take the paper from his outstretched hand, “Are you moving in?” She’d have answered if the headline story hadn’t caught her attention. Violet Shard, facing charges of defamation and harassment, for her latest story on Congressman Whitman and Harris. “Uh, sorry, do you mind if I–” She was already up, picking up her copy of cosmo and hurrying out of the pool area and back towards her day room and her burner. FUCK. Voicemail. “Violet, call me. I— What can I do?”

Well, she knew one thing she could do…

She hastily opened her laptop, disregarding the unread emails clamouring for her attention with their requests for her usual freelance work. Instead, she navigated to her blog and swiftly crafted a new post.

Ms. Whisper here, emerging from the shadows with a scoop hotter than the Capitol's political inferno. It appears our esteemed journalist, Violet Shard, finds herself in the clutches of controversy. But this isn't your run-of-the-mill scandal, my darlings—oh no, it's a tale of truth-telling and the ruthless consequences that follow. Violet dared to shine a light on the dark dealings of Congressman Whitlock and Harris, revealing their insidious involvement in the war-torn realm of Matamba. Yet, instead of accolades, she's met with handcuffs and accusations of defamation and harassment. But fear not, dear readers, for Ms. Whisper is always on the case, ready to peel back the layers of deception and hold the powerful to account. In this cutthroat world of political intrigue, even the bravest truth-seekers like Violet Shard aren't safe from the claws of injustice. So, keep your ears to the ground and your eyes peeled, because when it comes to unravelling the truth, there's no hiding from the relentless pursuit of Ms. Whisper. #StandWithViolet

Her phone buzzed—an SOS. She shot a text back that she’d be there soon. Though even with her foot planted to the floor of her beemer she knew she’d never break an hour. Hastily rummaging through her overnight bag, she retrieved a somewhat acceptable dress (she didn’t own many); though the party might've been cancelled, she was certain Gray's mom wouldn't want the reminder. Hastily, she made her way over to the shower, and tried her best to find the password to get the hot water working longer than two seconds.

She did her best to keep her hair from getting wet, as she washed her nervous sweat from under her armpits. Chelsea hadn't seen this coming without a fight, but nabbing a journalist? This wasn't just a hiccup; it was the kind of move that had First Amendment lawyers rubbing their hands with glee.

She gave up trying to tune the shower into submission and let the cold water run down her back, as she wracked her brain for a way to assist Violet beyond mere page views. Nothing. Nothing.

When it came down to taking action, what good was being Ms. Whisper if all she had in her arsenal were a sharp tongue and a quick wit? That certainly didn't grant innocent journalists a Get Out of Jail Free card, did it?

After a quick drying session (as evidenced by her dress clinging to her back and making it a challenge to slide down over her thighs), Chelsea grappled with her wayward curls, victims of the fierce heat akin to the Battle of Waterloo. With her belongings in tow, she checked out of the motel, conceding that, for the time being, there was little she could do for Violet. As for Gray, a sense of obligation stirred within her to mitigate the unintended turmoil she had caused him. Nonetheless, she refrained from assuming full culpability, acknowledging that the root of this mess lay primarily with his father. All she’d done was overhear a phone call, sneak into his office at night, and make a few dozen or so copies of a report that she only wished now had more than just Congressman Harris’ name to it.

Pulling up to Gray’s house, adjacent to her own, Chelsea switched off the ignition and discreetly covered her overnight bag with one of Mac’s car seat covers in the backseat before stepping out and making her way inside. The atmosphere was sullen, with white chairs being shuffled in and out from the patio to a van parked out front. From a distance, Chelsea observed Nora overseeing the operation with an overflowing wine glass in hand. She couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility for the sombre mood, knowing she had played a part in it, at least partially.

Following the faint strumming of a bass, Chelsea ascended the stairs, purposefully bypassing Mr. Whitlock’s study. She had been instructed to call him Brody, but it just didn't sit right with her. Instead, she made her way down to Gray’s room at the end of the second floor. Her fingers brushed against the wooden door as she announced herself before slipping inside.

"So, on a scale from six-pack therapy to a spa retreat in the German highlands, how concerned should I be about you?" She offered a tentative smile. However, the instant she caught the strains of "Darn The Dream" by Ron Carter, being plucked, she realised she was entering yodelling territory.

#second episode: whispers on the hill #writer: admin josh #feat. chelsea dalton #feat. gray whitlock #recurring feat. broderick whitlock #recurring feat. joe plecki #recurring feat. nora whitlock #location: palm motor hotel #location: the whitlock home

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eug3ne1 · 18 days ago

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Christopher ParmanopStdoesnr6i6hgt4umt0a4e8:6l u8cm451u4Mo60rO29ha04Am bc l5t · https://www.desertsun.com/.../palm-springs.../75834145007/Let this be a lesson for all government organizations that refuse to hand over public records, you end up handing them over and you end up paying HUGE attorney fees from those who sue you for not turning them over. $200,000 of college funds that should be going to pay a professor to teach students, now will go to attorneys instead because former COD President Martha Garcia refused to hand over documents that would have been damning against the majority of the Board's secret direction at the time. The Board majority was Bea Gonzalez, Ruben Perez and Aurora Wilson. What was the majority trying to hide? The fact that when Roadrunner Motors was canceled by President Garcia's press release (October 27, 2021) without any West Valley stakeholders' knowledge, the majority of the Board instructed Garcia to enter a land purchase agreement in downtown Coachella for a campus that was unvetted and unknown by the public. No feasibility study was EVER done for the downtown Coachella site while former President Garcia lied to the press/public that the West Valley Campus in Palm Springs never had a feasibility study, when it had been done and conveniently located on COD's website. She had to admit a few days later it had been done, but she wanted a new one. Hmmm. The exact day that Roadrunner Motors was re-established at the Cathedral City Auto Center (at the very same site it had been planned) was the same day that the land purchase agreement was canceled in downtown Coachella (see pictures). They were also trying to hide that on former President Garcia's first day (August 20, 2021) as president, an email was sent to the leader of the Palm Springs Development Project Team removing them from the project planning and told not to talk to anyone about the project or the decision. Shady politics at its best, pure corruption at its worst. The voters removed Aurora Wilson from her role in November 2022 and now voters have an opportunity to remove Bea Gonzalez this November 2024 as she continues to vote against the West Valley Campus in Palm Springs as recently as last month! The West Valley Campus in Palm Springs would NOT be anything that it is being built had there not been public outrage and my husband, Dr. Joel Kinnamon, not been elected in November 2022 thereby removing Aurora Wilson from the Board. Thanks to the voters for getting this right! Dr. Joel Kinnamon in his third month of office was able to get a Board resolution passed in February 2023 to make sure that the West Valley Campus would move forward as originally planned (minus the learning hotel) and $405 million would be available to build it. This lawsuit settlement with the City of Palm Springs further cements that Board resolution with the City to finally get this campus built! It's been one hell of a battle, and its not done yet, but we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Voters - get Bea Gonzalez off the COD Board and return former COD Trustee Mary Jane Sanchez back to the Board - Mary Jane ALWAYS votes in the interest of students and what's best for the college. Bea Gonzalez continues to promise city councilmembers throughout the Coachella Valley that she will illegally use educational bond dollars to revitalize not only downtown Coachella where her political endorsers own land, but any other downtown at her beckoning. As the Desert Sun editorial board stated, "That's not a community college job."There's always a paper trail that they don't want the public to see! $200,000 in attorney fees and two years later, the public will finally get to see their shady backroom deals! @followers@highlight

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reerhifaruresort · 1 year ago

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Best Villa Maldives: A Trip To Paradise Island

Images of the Maldives are typically shown as having verdant islands, pristine waters, and luxurious overwater bungalows. Outside of the opulent resorts, though, lies an island nation with a unique and rich history, language, and culture.

As soon as you get onto the docks, you are surrounded by the energizing scent of the ocean. The 26 natural atolls that make up the Maldives each have a lovely island surrounded by palm trees.

In addition to a variety of attractive hotel options, such as floating resorts and quaint guesthouses, the Maldives is a distinctive holiday location surrounded by lagoons with clear water.

You are usually brought to the floating check-in reception for the best villa Maldives by a kind, gregarious guide in his mid-20s. Large, pink and white Hyacinth flowers near the entryway create an inviting atmosphere with their very strong and earthy aroma. You've only just began your restful holiday, you know that.

Only a few hours will pass before your villa is ready, the receptionist assures you. Because you were at the villa well before the check-in time, you are certain that it was not their fault. She gives you refreshments with a kind explanation that these were formerly widely traded fruits.

The Maldives were historically a stopping point on the spice trade route linking East Asia and the Arab world. Due to its historical importance as a significant crossroads, this trading center evolved on its own, but with influences from Africa, Arabia, Indonesia,

Malaysia, Arabia, Sri Lanka, and Indonesia. These influences have been absorbed over time by Maldivians, who have created a distinct cultural identity that is unmatched.

The receptionist states whimsically as she hands you a brochure that one may explore the local handicrafts, historical landmarks, and villages while taking in the tranquility of the Maldives and going to a local spa. You can always leave your baggage at check-in and travel to Alif Alif Atoll, which is 20 minutes away by Dhoni, because the thought of a nearby spa appeals to you.

The Maldivian Dhoni, an ancient multipurpose wooden sailboat with a motor or lateen sails, has improved through time. The Lakudi (Sandalwood), seen above, is a contemporary interpretation of this conventional form with a prow that was expertly constructed. An old wooden boat with a 360 HP Perkins Sabre engine.

Our resort's guests have access to exclusive snorkeling excursions, transportation to neighboring atolls, and sunset cruises on this boat voyage. When you get on the Dhoni, the cabin's arboreal odor dispels any uncertainty you have about if it lived up to its name.

A different tranquil retreat is the spa at best villa Maldives. You may select the customary oil massage. The masseuse begins to relieve the neck issues from our long travel here and gone in a short while using her violet leaf oils and deft fingertips. You are sure to drift completely off to sleep.

The environment outside the resort is intriguingly different. The majority-Muslim population of the Maldives is extremely traditional and conservative. The traditional libaa, a long garment embroidered with gold and silver thread, is worn by women,

while men wear a sarong and a white cotton shirt. Additionally, swimmers on mainland beaches must be completely covered, even while visiting a designated bikini beach at best villa Maldives.

Selling handicrafts to tourists is a significant source of income for the people. One of the most iconic arts and crafts of the Maldives, lacquer works, have mostly maintained their basic techniques over time.

In the hand-drawn spinners that were used to manufacture the goods, contemporary dyes have taken the role of conventional coloring paints. Extensive patterns are etched onto the sculpted pieces after they have been coated in layers of lacquer using just simple tools and no predetermined plans.

The tranquil moments just before dusk. The golden orb of the setting sun has descended below the western horizon after a breathtaking display of intense hues, tints, and colors blended with the arresting patterns and silhouettes of the clouds.

Standing by the ocean, watching the reflection of my issues in the rivers, is a lovely sight to witness. You give yourself over completely to the event at Reethi Faru.

#best_villas_maldives

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rockstareventsme · 1 year ago

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Sail in Style Yacht Booking in Dubai for the Ultimate Luxury Experience

Dubai, the jewel of the United Arab Emirates, is synonymous with opulence, grandeur, and indulgence. Amidst its gleaming skyscrapers and desert landscapes lies an unforgettable experience that epitomizes luxury yacht booking in dubai sailing on the azure waters of the Arabian Gulf, surrounded by iconic landmarks and breathtaking views, is an experience unlike any other. In this blog, we'll explore the allure of yacht booking in Dubai and why it is a must-do activity for travelers seeking the epitome of luxury.

The Yachting Capital of the Middle East

Dubai's strategic location on the Arabian Gulf has made it a hub for yachting enthusiasts from around the world. The city boasts state-of-the-art marinas, world-class yacht charter companies, and a plethora of yacht options, catering to all tastes and preferences. Whether you're a seasoned sailor or a novice, Dubai offers a range of yacht sizes and styles, from intimate private yachts to opulent superyachts.

Unparalleled Views of Dubai's Landmarks

Embarking on a yacht journey in Dubai presents a unique perspective of the city's iconic landmarks. Cruising along the Dubai coastline, you'll be treated to stunning views of the Burj Al Arab, the world's most luxurious hotel, rising like a sail from the sea. Gaze at the magnificent Palm Jumeirah, an engineering marvel that stands out as one of the world's largest man-made islands. The Atlantis, The Palm, with its distinctive architectural design, adds to the allure of the Dubai seascape. And, of course, the Dubai Marina, a skyline of architectural masterpieces, offers a dazzling display of lights as you sail by.

A Luxurious Experience Tailored to You

Yacht booking in Dubai is all about personalized luxury. Charter companies offer a variety of yacht models, each designed to cater to different group sizes and preferences. Whether you're looking for an intimate experience with your loved ones or a grand celebration with friends and colleagues, there's a yacht booking in dubai that perfectly suits your needs. From sleek motor yachts to elegant sailing yachts and traditional wooden dhows, you can curate the ultimate luxury experience that aligns with your desires.

Savor the Magic of Sunset Cruises

One of the most enchanting experiences on a yacht in Dubai is a sunset cruise. As the sun dips below the horizon, the city's skyline transforms into a mesmerizing display of colors, painting the sky with hues of orange, pink, and purple. The tranquil waters of the Arabian Gulf and the gentle sea breeze set the stage for a truly magical evening. While the stunning scenery captivates your senses, you can indulge in delectable cuisine and refreshing beverages, making it an unforgettable moment to cherish.

Exhilarating Water Sports and Activities

Yacht booking in Dubai is not just about cruising; it's also an opportunity for exhilarating water sports and activities. Many yacht charters provide complimentary water sports equipment, such as jet skis, paddleboards, and snorkeling gear. Dive into the crystal-clear waters to explore the underwater world or feel the rush of adrenaline as you ride a jet ski against the backdrop of Dubai's iconic skyline. These water adventures add a dynamic element to your yacht experience, making it a well-rounded and unforgettable journey.

Impeccable Arabian Hospitality

When you book a yacht in Dubai, you embark on a journey of impeccable Arabian hospitality. The experienced crew, including skilled captains and attentive staff, ensure that every aspect of your voyage is taken care of. From seamless service to top-notch catering, the crew goes above and beyond to cater to your needs and create a memorable experience for you and your guests.

Yacht booking in Dubai is an unparalleled luxury experience that allows you to bask in the city's grandeur while sailing on the serene waters of the Arabian Gulf. The opportunity to witness Dubai's iconic landmarks from a unique vantage point, coupled with personalized services and unforgettable moments, makes yacht booking a must-do activity for anyone seeking an extraordinary and luxurious adventure. So, set sail on a journey of opulence and elegance, and let the magic of Dubai's yachting culture envelop you in its splendor.

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disneyanduniversalnews · 2 years ago

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Rockin' the Retro/ A Deep Dive at Cabana Bay Beach Resort

Cabana Bay Beach Resort is an homage to the motor hotels of the 50s and 60s, time when families would pack into their cars and drive across the country to their dream vacation. With its vibrant color palette, iconic architecture, and themed decor, your vacation at Universal Orlando Resort will have the perfect touch of retro fun for any fan. As someone who is a lover and collector of vintage (especially mid-century), Cabana Bay is a hotel that I hold very dear. Let's tour some of the spots at Cabana Bay has to offer and learn a bit about what inspired the nostalgic look at this hotel.

The Entrance

When you first drive up to Cabana Bay Beach Resort, you are greeted by a gorgeous neon sign that welcomes you to the hotel which, rest assured, offers color TV and cold air. Featured in the drop-off loop is an array of classic cars that adds to that classic motel feeling.

The Lobby

As soon as you enter the lobby you are fully immersed in mid-century style. No matter what way you look as you enter the building, there is stylish furniture in eye-catching colors, a soundtrack of classics from the 50s and 60s, and a beautiful mosaic behind the check-in counter. One of my favorite design elements of the resort is the huge terrarium in the middle of the lobby that rises to the feeling of the building. The lobby is heavily inspired by the former Americana Hotel in Miami Beach, a style icon itself.

Swizzle Lounge

Be sure to take some time during your stay to check out the Swizzle Lounge, located right in the lobby. Sit back and relax in style in the lounging areas and sip on classic drinks with a modern twist, such as the Swizzle Rum Punch or the Sunshine Mule.

PRO TIP: If you really want to have a swinging time, enjoy live music at the bar Friday through Sunday.

Galaxy Bowl Restaurant

Is there anything more retro than bowling? Challenge your friends and family to a bit of friendly competition at Galaxy Bowl. Inspired by charming bowling alleys of the past, such as the infamous Hollywood Star Lanes from The Big Lebowski, this 10-lane bowling alley combines retro style with modern technology. Galaxy Bowl also offers a sit-down style meal with delicious appetizers, entrees, desserts, and drinks. Some menu highlights include wings, burgers, and the Coca-Cola cake. Whenever I stay here, I always make sure I have time to play a game (or two) of bowling.

Pool Activities

Looking for a way to cool off in the Florida heat? Cabana Bay is the place to be, with two unique pool areas on each side of the hotel. In the Cabana Courtyard, you will find a pool with a giant diving tower as it's centerpiece. The tower is purely decorative (so please do not practice your diving tricks), but i t houses a 100-foot-long slide. Als in the courtyard area is the Atomic Tonic bar with snazzy rocket-ship centerpiece inspired by the 60s space age era. If you want a bit of privacy while enjoying your pool day there are cabanas available for rent. All cabanas provide much needed shade, HDTV, Wi-Fi, a mini fridge with water, overhead fan (!), safe, and plenty of seating. Over at the Lazy River Courtyard, relax and unwind in the lazy river complete with fountains and waterfalls. The Hideaway Bar & Grill is another poolside bar with a groovy vibe, delicious meal options and snacks, and - most importantly- great drink options. Some of my favorites include SPF 50, Coud 9, and Funky Monkey. Both pool areas offer sandy beaches, fire pits for roasting marshmallows at night, outdoor lounging areas, and postcard-perfect hotel views. There's no view like floating alone the lazy river looking up towards the lush tropical palm trees and a beautifully color-blocked hotel building. Be sure to check out the pools at night as well to see all of the neon signage come to life.

Bayliner Diner

The Bayliner Diner is the go-to for a wide variety of quick-service food. Whether you're in the mood for pizza, sandwiches, burgers, or international, you're guaranteed to find something everyone will enjoy. My favorite food option at the Bayliner Diner is Delizioso Pizza (especially the Southwestern Flatbread), which even comes in a themed box! You can also buy smores kits for the fire pits here. A fund detail that I love that really adds to the vibe of the dining area is the neon signs for each of the stations. I absolutely love seeing neon signs and retro graphics, so it is always great to see signage in this style. Once you grab your food, head to the sunken dining room and enjoy watching a selection of vintage advertisements displayed at each end of the dining space. I love seeing all the old ads for kids' toys and food items.

The Rooms

The retro-inspired fun continues into the Family Suite. Every part of the room bursts with vibrant and retro run, from geometric bedspread to the modernist wall art to the quintessential mid-century furniture. Some of my favorite small details in the room include the bedside alarm clock, vintage soap packaging, and various light fixtures. The room is also equipped with modern utilities like a flatscreen TV and a mini fridge, but trust me, the modern appliances definitely don't take away from the comforting feeling of being in another era.

PRO TIP: Staying at Cabana Bay Beach Resort gives you all kinds of benefits, buy my favorite one is it's proximity to Volcano Bay- if you follow the walking path inside the hotel, you can be inside the water park in just a few minutes! You also get early access to the theme parks, letting you get a head-start on the excitement and fun.

Universal Studios Store

What's a vacation without a quick stop at a gift shop? Along with a wide variety of Universal Orlando merchandise including all of your favorite characters, you can also shop for fun Cabana Bay themed merchandise with t-shirts, bathrobes (I bought this the last time I stayed here), candles, pins representing some of the resort's signage, and more! Keep an eye out for the decorations on the shelves. Hidden within it are suitcases with vintage-style Cabana Bay travel stickers and postcards, and references to popular tourist destinations in Florida. For me, a true retro-style lover, Cabana Bay Beach Resort is the perfect hotel for immersive family fun with plenty to do for guests of all ages. From poolside fun to exploring the themed offerings, your sure to enjoy your next visit.

If you're like me and enjoy everything retro, make sure to make a reservation and travel back in time with Cabana Bay!

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dolphyaustralia · 2 years ago

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A Comprehensive Guide to Hand Dryers: Types, Features, and Benefits

Hand dryers are electric appliances that are used to dry hands after they have been washed. Most hand dryers are made up of an apparatus with a downward-facing vent into which wet hands are inserted. Some newer hands-in dryers feature an opening through which hands can be inserted to dry from both sides.

Why use the best hand dryers?

After people have washed their hands, the next step is to clean them. The drying process, on the other hand, is determined by the type of hand dryer. You have a decent dryer to quickly dry your fingers. Hand dryers not only remove mud and dust from your palms, but they also remove some microorganisms from your body.

Hand dryers in a variety of designs and styles are reasonably priced. As a result, selecting the best one can be difficult. We've been filming and researching hand dryers for several hours. We compiled a list of the top ten commercial electric hand dryers on the market today.

To choose the best hand dryer for your bathroom or lavatory, you should understand a few simple criteria. The best hand dryers are typically available in a wide range of sizes, styles, and qualities. There is also a large selection of traditional hand dryers. As a result, selecting the proper hand dryer is critical.

Nobody wants to pay their money. However, dryers are a useful restroom feature. However, you should go for the simplest to get the most out of the best hand dryers.

Because hand dryers are becoming increasingly popular, there are numerous manual dryers available from various brands. The correct one is also perplexing among those options. That is why I write some notes before constructing the acquisition. Take your time reading!

Hand Dryers with a Push Button;- If you want to use a conventional, traditional hand dryer, keep in mind that you must press a button to activate this device. These are less expensive but take longer to complete the task.

Best Automatic Hand Dryers;- A high-speed manual dryer takes 10 to 15 seconds to dry hands. We have a lot of energy and are environmentally friendly. However, if you choose these types, you will have to spend a little more money. Eventually, with the help of the key, a new mechanical hand dryer was created. Simply place your hand under the dryer, and it will begin immediately.

Speed;- The perfect hand dryer's performance should be very fast. Customers are typically unable to clean their hands in 45 seconds. As an alternative, you could end up with a huge mess in the toilets. It's worthwhile to invest in a fast dryer. This could be very useful for you.

Level of noise;- All air-blowing machines, in general, make noise. Choose a quiet dryer if you intend to install it in a noisy location. However, models with variable noise control motors are available.

Durability and reliability;- You are not required to invest your money in a product that is no longer functional. If you buy a hand dryer, you should consider the type of finish you want and how long it will last.

Cost and Budget;- The budget is an important consideration in the purchasing process. The price of the dryer is determined by the type of product. Commodities with basic features are less expensive than those with additional features.

You may have to pay more if you want a product with a great feel, high performance, and power efficiency. Nonetheless, we recommend that you invest in one high-quality, long-lasting product rather than replacing parts for a low-cost hand dryer.

Australia's largest hotel product supplier and supplier Dolphy's hand dryer is an excellent product for keeping your hands dry and safe. Automatic hand dryers are ideal for quickly and easily drying your hands. Jet Hand Dryers are suitable for use in bathrooms, hotels, toilet accessories, shopping malls, and public restrooms. Originally Published at:

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lilianaswhatever · 5 years ago

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A place in the sun

Oh well, here is my contribution to the Tyler Rake fandom. Thanks to @givemeabite for the inspiration! I also listened to “A place in the sun” by Engelbert Humperdinck which gave me major Tyler vibes.

Tag list: @alievans007

Summary: You broke up with Tyler because of his reckless behavior but you just couldn’t get over him.

Warning: Mentions of blood, swearing (it’s just one word but still), and angst.

Pairing: Tyler Rake x Reader

Word Count: 3013

You were in the line at immigration and had your passport in your hands, ready to be next in line. When it was your turn, you stepped to the counter. The question that you thought about the whole flight then came: “What is the purpose of your trip?” The answer you gave to the immigration officer was simple: “I am here on vacation.” A smile rounded up your appearance as a normal tourist. The truth was you didn’t know why you were here. A part of you wanted to turn around and take the next flight home but the stamp came into your passport as if it sealed the deal. You had spent the whole day in an airplane just to get to Sydney. So instead of getting a ticket back home, you proceeded to board your connection flight to Broome International Airport, located in the Kimberley. After finally arriving at your destination, you were just happy to have solid ground under your feet. You got your luggage and went on to search for a cab. During all the time you had alone with your thoughts you came to the conclusion that you would make it your purpose to at least have some kind of vacation no matter if you would see him or not. But as soon as you stepped outside the airport into the dry heat of Australia your phone buzzed. ‘Nik’ was all you read on your screen, which caused you to sigh. You looked around to see if you could make out someone suspicious watching you -she had her tipsters everywhere- before you answered the call. “Hello Nik.” “(y/l/n). Where are you?” “I am pretty sure you already know, or you wouldn’t have called.” “Alright, I knew as soon as you stepped foot on the ground in Sydney, but I thought I would grant you some time to get settled.” You shook your head at that, waiting for a cab with your luggage in hand could hardly be classified as getting settled. “What do you want, Nik?” You opened your handbag searching for a pair of sunglasses to shield your eyes from the afternoon sun. “Are you up to work?” “Depends, I am technically here on vacation.” “And you picked Australia? More specific the Kimberly region?” “It is as good a place in the sun as others. Look, Nik, I gotta get going. Call me again in case you got something. Bye.” But before you could hang up you heard her say: “He is at home,” followed by the silence of the disconnected line.

- Time skip -

You spent three days in a hotel before you decided you needed to see him. So, you rented a Jeep and started navigation to the middle of nowhere. You carefully folded the small piece of paper with his scribbled address and put it into your jeans pocket. The paper showed clear signs of having been crumbled up and thrown away many times before, but you always fished it back out of the wastebasket and kept it after all. It had been almost a year since your last mission together, which ended with you leaving him in the rain at a small private airport near Tijuana. You had always asked yourself if you wanted to see him again, but the question which nobody could answer for you was if he wanted to see you. It was hard not to enjoy the beautiful landscape that passed by although your thoughts were racing, and your heart was restless. Back then you let your head rule thinking it would shield your heart from greater pain. But it never healed. Tyler was the ghost that haunted you wherever you went, no matter where you had run to, emerged in gun fire or sitting tight in a stake out somewhere in the harsh winter of Russia, he was always there with you – at least in your thoughts. You turned into an unpaved road which lead you to a small settlement. You passed by small houses, a bar and a store until you left the village behind. You had debated with yourself to stop at the bar to get a drink thinking the alcohol might soothe your nerves, but you needed to keep a clear head. You reached the coordinates as you pulled up in front of a little house secluded from the rest of civilization. Your heartbeat was fastening as you turned off the motor. It was almost dark now and a part of you still doubted if this was the right choice. It wasn’t too late to turn around and your hands were still on the steering wheel, grabbing it hard enough for the white in your knuckles to show. But you came all the way and you would not pull out now although you weren’t even sure what you expected from your visit. The only thing you knew was that you couldn’t get Tyler out of your head. You got out of your car and walked towards the small home, which was a nice way of saying a pile of wood and metal. You came to a stop on his front porch and closed your eyes while taking a deep breath before you eventually knocked on the door. But nothing happened, not even the slightest sound could be heard from the inside. A nudge on your leg ripped you out of your sudden sadness and you looked down to see a dog. “Hey there, little buddy. Do you know if Tyler is home?” You asked while leaning down to pet the doggo. And as if he had understood you, he raised his paw to scratch at the door. “Ohh, you live here?” You made the decision to not give up now and almost on an instinct you begin lifting up every flowerpot in hopes to find a key. You knew that Tyler had a habit of drinking a little too much, and you were right, under one of the pots was a key. He had probably left it there in case he forgot where his own was. You shook your head at this careless behavior by the mercenary but that was typical of him. You opened the door, letting the dog in, before stepping into the darkness of the house. “Tyler?” You called out his name to announce your presence. But only silence answered you. The thought that Nik might have been wrong crossed your mind before you quickly discarded it. If someone knew his whereabouts, it would be her. Maybe it just shouldn’t be. You turned around again, ready to leave, but in this moment the door opened, and Tyler appeared. Just like that he stood there. You haltered in your movement and for a moment the two of you just looked at each other. “Tyler, I…” But you got stuck with your explanation because he suddenly collapsed onto the ground. You and the dog were by his side in an instant. “Tyler, are you alright?” A grunt was his only answer as he tried to get up, but he immediately needed to lean against the wall to remain standing. “Come here, you have to sit down.” You wrapped an arm around his torso and pulled him off the wall. His heavy weight rested on you and you had trouble even getting him to his bed, which was the closest thing you could find to let him rest on. This reminded you so much of the past, only this time he was not nearly bleeding to death. You tried to gently place him on the bed, but he plopped down like a sack of potatoes. You went back to the door and found the light switch. You could only hear a groan in the back as a reaction to the sudden brightness. You then filled a glass with water and brought it to his side. Tyler had already sunken into his bed and had his eyes closed. Now the light laid bare the reason for his current state. He had a cut on his right eyebrow and his nose was bloody and his shirt was torn. But what concerned you way more was that blood now stained his sheets. So, scratch what you thought before, this definitely was a lot like some of your last encounters. You grabbed his hand, the source of the blood flow and looked at his palm. A gaping wound greeted you. “This needs stitches,” you concluded. “I’m fine.” An annoyed sigh escaped your lips. “Where is your emergency kit?” and before he could even start to debate with you, you added: “Tell me now or I will turn your house upside down.” “Nightstand.” He vaguely pointed in the direction beside his bed and you went over there and opened the drawers. At first you couldn’t find anything despite some pill bottles and other things. Only at the last drawer you finally laid eyes on the emergency kit, which turned out to be an oversized yellow lunchbox container. You opened it up and relief washed over you as you saw that most of the things you needed were still there. As you lifted the kit out and wanted to close the drawer a familiar picture caused you to pause. Your fingers gently picked it up and you stared at the faces of Tyler and you. He had his arm slung around your shoulder and was grinning at the camera while you looked at him with a loving expression. A pain went through your heart not only at the sight of how happy you once were but also as you saw that the side of the picture was burnt away and a black ruffled edge replaced what had once been the view over the mountains of Mexico. Tyler turned on the bed and you quickly put the picture on the bed before coming back to his side. You needed to tend to his hand first and then you would take care of his face. “Can you sit up?” He did as he was told for once and you went to his sink to fill a bowl with water. You cleaned his hand and disinfected the wound. But the blood was still flowing so you needed to work quickly. You sat down beside him and placed a cloth on your leg. You grabbed his hand and got to work, carefully stitching him up. Once in a while you looked at his face. His eyes were pressed shut and his jaw was clenched but these were the only signs of his pain. Now that you were so close to him you could clearly smell that whatever had caused his injury was probably to blame on alcohol and a bar fight. But the alcohol in his blood would at least numb most of the pain. “What are you doing here?” he mumbled as you cleaned off the blood from the now closed wound. “I am on vacation.” Despite not really answering his question it was also a lie. “Looking for a place in the sun, ey?” Another of those countless sighs left your lips. “She told you.” “I thought you wouldn’t come.” Now you looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in a year. His eyes were still bright blue but to your disdain they still carried the same amount of pain as the last time you looked into them. You turned your gaze toward the emergency kit and drenched some cotton balls with disinfectant and dabbed them onto the cuts on his face which caused him to close his eyes again. You slowly placed your free hand on his cheek to support his head as the last blotches of blood disappeared. Nonetheless, he would have a black eye in the morning, you were sure of it. His skin was hot under your touch and his stubble scratched your palm. You brushed your fingers past the scar he had above his eyebrow and a nameless dread filled you deep inside. You let your hand linger a little longer than necessary. Suddenly you felt like you were back in a shabby motel somewhere in the middle East, patching him up as one of your missions turned out badly. It was a habit even before the two of you became involved with each other. How often you had been in these situations you couldn’t say. You physically shook your head, trying to rid yourself of those sentimental thoughts. “So, I am finished,” you stated before you distanced yourself while grabbing all the blood-stained utensils. You stood up and looked for a trash can in his kitchen. “Thank you.” “No worries, that’s what friends…” you stopped yourself mid-sentence. Did you really just want to say that’s what friends are for? You had been something more than friends before but now you weren’t even friends. You just let it go and left the sentence unfinished and washed your hands. The blood was slowly running down the drain. “I should go,” you uttered. “You just came.” He sounded exhausted and it almost pained you to disappoint him, but you just couldn’t relive the past. “I know but this was a mistake. I am sorry.” “So, you are just leaving? What were you doing here in the first place? And I don’t buy the ‘place in the sun’ bullshit, in case you haven’t noticed.” His voice was strained with anger and it sounded like he had regained his strength just to confront you. “You haven’t changed at all, Tyler.” You started to dry your hands with a kitchen towel, rubbing harder than necessary. You fixed your gaze on the darkness outside the window. You couldn’t look at him for what you wanted to say, afraid that otherwise you couldn’t pull through. “You know this is why I left. You just throw yourself in some situation that could get you killed. You don’t even care. I love you but apparently that was never enough for you. You still threw yourself in front of every bullet that came flying your way. And every time we were not together, I feared that I would get a call from Nik saying that you are dead in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, I don’t know what I am doing here, I don’t know why I came. I just…for some fucked up reason I can’t let you go. But I also can’t live with the thought that you go off on a mission and decide that that’s it.” Your chest was rising and falling as you tried to compose yourself again. “I am still here, am I not?” his voice was so near, and you turned around only to find him standing right behind you. You leaned against the counter to have some space, but you imagined that you could still feel the heat of his body radiating off him. You realized that what he said was true. He was still here, and that years’ time was lost. Time you could have spent with him. You were so afraid to lose him that you hadn’t realized that by pushing him away you lost him. “I think I need a drink now.” You brushed past him to his table where you poured yourself a drink, not caring what it even was. You walked back to the bed, not sure of what to do next. “Quit walking away from me, would you.” He exclaimed before heaving himself back to the bed. “Hmm.” Was all you had to say to that, but you still went to sit next him, turning around to grab the picture of the two of you that was laying on the bed behind you. You placed it on your lap and proceeded to pull the piece of paper with his address out of your pants to place it beside the picture. “Guess we both couldn’t bury the past.” A sad smile rested on your lips as you looked at the two remnants of your love. “You love me?” he suddenly asked. “What?” Now you were confused. “Earlier, you said you love me and not loved.” Realization hit you. You couldn’t believe that he caught that out of everything while being drunk. “That doesn’t matter.” You glanced down at your beverage, rotating the glass in your hand. “It does because I love you, too, (y/n).” Your eyes began burning from tears you couldn’t spill. This whole time you thought that love just wasn’t enough. But it had to be enough, at least for the night. “Did anybody ever tell you that you think too much?” You huffed out a quiet laugh at his question “Yeah, you, many times. And you…” you looked at him, the words being stuck in your throat at the sight of him. You couldn’t imagine being separated again. You felt too weak to run away again, the strength you had minutes ago had left you as soon as you sat down. He chimed in, placing a hand on your cheek: “... and I don’t think things through, I know. That’s why I need you.” His eyes travelled from your lips and you caught your breath for a moment. He leaned down to kiss you, but he paused just before your lips could meet and asked: “Will you stay?” You nodded your head slightly. It was all you were capable of before you closed your eyes and welcomed his lips pressing against yours. As you two separated he raised his fingers, tracing the side of your face. A smile lit up his face and the pain in his eyes seemed to have subsided, at least a little bit. You always loved his smile, which was a stark contrast to his usual brooding expression. You knew that when he looked at you like that you would fall for him over and over again. His smile turned into a grin before he said: “I think I sobered up quite a bit but tell me you love me again in the morning.” Maybe you found your place in the sun.

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Guadeloupe is a mix of modern cities, rainforests, stunning landscapes, sun-drenched beaches, attractive architecture and friendly people make this a popular yacht charter destination. In addition the area benefits from reliable trade winds during the season that rune from December to May. Most sailing can be done by line of sight so the navigator gets a holiday as well. Raizet International Airport has daily flights to and from major cities in France and the USA. The Euro is the official currency. Major credit cards are accepted in hotels, restaurants and shops. There are ATM in all the cities of Guadeloupe and in the marinas. Basse-Terre is renowned for its waterfalls, mountains, rain forest, and world-class diving venue. The largest of the island's three marinas is at Bas du Fort with 1000 berths, approximately 100 of which are available for visiting boats. It is located 10 minutes from the airport and 5 minutes from the town of Pointe-à-Pitre. The marina caters for all types of boats up to 130' long. It is a full service marina with weather service information, shower facilities, fuel, water, shore power, chandlers, supermarkets, bars and restaurants. Grande-Terre, famous for its white sandy beaches, cane fields, rolling hills, and resort areas. The Atlantic coast of Grande Terre is surrounded by coral reefs. This is probably not a must on your charter itineracy as the beach itself may be disappointing with many tidal pools and shells. There are no trees to offer protection from the sun and swimming is not. Plage de Bois Jolan is a long beach that stretches from St. Anne to St. Francois and is known as a family beach. At the St. Anne stretch there is a moderate amount of shade and an abundance of white sand. There is a fee to use the beach. It is by no means secluded or isolated, the town is directly across the street, and every amenity you can imagine is available here. Just west of town is St. Francois, with its small local beach and minimal amenities. The wind here is steady and there is plenty of shallow water for kids to wade in. This is also a great windsurfing beach. La Désirade is the least developed and the least visited island of the archipelago. Its 200-year history reaches back to its origins as a leper colony. La Désirade has a desert like terrain, with coconut and sea grape trees lining the coast. The north side of the island has a rocky coastline with rough open seas, but the southern side is more inviting with white sandy beaches and reef protected waters. The main village is Grande-Anse, which has a small church with a flower garden. Le Souffleur is a boat-building community, and at Baie Mahault, you'll see the ruins of the old leper colony. The best beaches are Souffleur, a tranquil oasis near the boat-building centre, and Baie Mahault, a small typical Caribbean beach with white sand and palm trees. Marie Galante is located approximately 22 nautical miles from Guadeloupe, it is renowned for its Single-Phase AC Asynchronous Motor Suppliers unspoiled beaches and idyllic bays. Explore the island on foot along the many hiking trails. There is also very good scuba diving and snorkelling amongst the coral reefs. Iles des Saintes is a cluster of eight islands, two main islands and six rocks. It is off the beaten path. Terre-de-Haute is actually the main attraction and the most interesting. The main settlement is Le Bourge, a single street that follows the curve of the harbour. It is a charming and sleepy village. The quaint houses are embellished with gingerbread trim, colourful doors and balconies. The historic ruins of Fort Napoleon date back to the 17th century, when the navel encounter of The Battle of the Saints took place. The underwater world of Les Saintes has been the host to famous divers such as Jacques Cousteau. The least qualified diver can experience the beauty of the multicoloured reefs and the captivating underwater grottos. Pigeon Island is the home of the Jacques Cousteaus marine sanctuary, and a must see for the divers.

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Ever heard of the song Mrs Jackson can you make that into hizzie! Love you work in the hizzie oneshot series like seriously I live to read those oneshot's.

[a/n: Thank you so much, I still feel like I struggle with their dynamic a bit. I also can’t explain why this song made me think of this type of one-shot, but I for sure got this energy from it.]

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Title: Miss Saltzman

Ship: Hope Mikaelson/ Lizzie Saltzman

Hope Mikaelson felt the cool edge of drywall push up against the wet of her back. Her legs ached, the apron digging into her stomach as she sat in the small corner of the business office. Different sticky notes in foreign writing littered the walls and a small fan hummed in the corner- but all it did was circulate hot air.

“This has officially been the worst day of my life.” She mumbled into her hands, tasting the salt of sweat against her lips.

The hotel was in the middle of its busiest season; with graduations and regular vacations to the large amusement park that sat thirty minutes from the coast. Every single room had been booked up to capacity and more than half of them called down to the kitchen with ridiculous requests that could be fulfilled with one easy trip to the grocery store.

Penelope worked an easy hand through her sweat-dampened hair. “You’re telling me. Room fifty-four keeps calling down for fresh strawberries because she saw another room with them, and you know Rick is too cheap for shit like that.”

“Rick is too cheap for everything.” Hope moved her hands and put her head against the wall behind her, letting the cool air hit her neck.

Ebony Creek sat at the end of a long city block packed with bakeries wafting with sweetness. There was a bookstore and a small local grocer. All of it was overshadowed by the large sandstone building with emerald awnings and fresh-cut roses.

The kitchen was located towards the back of the hotel, facing an alleyway where her coworkers would pull in heated breaths of nicotine. There was a cool breeze seeping in through the office, the door propped with a plastic bucket once used for large quantities of ice.

Three monotone rings echoed through the small space and Hope had to fight off a groan. Penelope sighed and grasped the phone from the hook. She listened silently for a moment, nodding as if the person on the other line could see her. “Yes ma’am, I’ll send her right up.”

There was a beat of silence after Penelope put the phone noisily back on the hook.

“Hope,”

“No”

“It’s room 237.”

Her breath caught, and it felt like lead in her throat. Hope had grown dreadful of the calls, and that very floor; but the guests there had a permanent stay in Ebony Creek. They paid a good sum of money to have keypads on the doors from the stairwell, to have a personal elevator that brought them to the fanciest rooms that were more like apartments. They rented month to month, and most of them nodded politely at the staff but never made use of them.

Most of them weren’t Elizabeth Saltzman.

She was a modern heiress with extreme taste when it came to extravagance. She enjoyed the post-modern art that hung on the walls of her hallway and deep gold crown moldings at the corners of her rented room.

Lizzie barely ordered anything from the kitchen; but with each phone call, she would request Hope. And each time Hope fixed her a vodka soda with barely any seltzer and bring that with her on a metal tray. Her hands would shake and the ice would clatter.

“Can’t refuse that,” Hope sounded out eventually, rubbing the sweat from her collarbone.

“No, I suppose not. Don’t take too long, alright? We can’t afford to be without you.”

Hope pulled herself to a standing position, not paying much mind to how her legs burned, or the good amount of wetness that built up behind her neck. She quietly mixed Lizzie her drink and pretended not to notice the cooks staring at her with curious eyes- despite knowing the weekly ritual by heart.

Hope set the crystal glass on a tray and walked through the double doors into the shocking coolness of the hallway. She could smell the chlorine of the indoor pool and hear the hum of the vending machines that were marked up in price when all you truly got in return were stale chips and out of date chocolate.

She got into the elevator that leads only to the second floor and found herself pulling out her hairpins with her free hand. The sweat had dried and her palm shook under the metal tray, the ice sounding like fairies that were robbed of their gold dust. All of this, she ignored too- all the way to room 237.

Hope schooled her shoulders, knocked three times (loud and sure of herself) before losing that nerve and stepping back like a timid child delivering cookies, or passing out pamphlets about the church of Christ.

Lizzie took her time answering the door, but when she did, Hope could swear she had to swallow her heart because the heiress would be able to hear her in a moment. She was dressed modestly in a nice blouse that cut too low and a pair of gray slacks. Hope knew from experience that the matching blazer would be slung against the back of one of the chairs in the room.

It was a rare occasion to see the woman smile, but each time the corner of her lip turned into something of a smirk, Hope’s legs would lose their feeling and her mind would run faster than any living creature could.

“Miss Saltzman, here’s your drink.” Hope balanced the tray and Lizzie took the glass as if it were a formality, and neither of them could fool one another, it was. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“You can come inside, let me grab a tip from my purse.”

The first time, nearly two summers ago, that Elizabeth Saltzman asked Hope to follow her into her room, she hesitated. The year before that she had delivered pizza’s and the golden rule was to always stay on the porch unless you wanted a knife in your back or a healthy dose of hoarders syndrome.

But it was a classy hotel, and there were cameras in nearly every hallway. Penelope had told her to always make sure the guest had everything they wanted; and if someone as powerful as Lizzie asked her to wait in the little area by the door in order to collect a tip, she would.

Hope tucked the metal tray under her arm and obliged.

Lizzie had the AC on and that seemed to do nothing to appease the intense burning across the skin of her cheeks. She felt the exhaustion of the day and the cool metal that pressed close to her side. More than anything, she felt the closed door against the skin of her back the second that they were locked away from the rest of the world.

A knee was between hers and the tray clattered to the carpet with a dull thud. Lizzie’s nails dug trails of acid across the back of her neck and their lips met with all exhaustion forgotten. Lizzie tasted like mint and bourbon.

“I had a rough day,” Hope said as the woman nipped slightly at her jawline, and then a little further down. “So if you can go a little easy on me-“

“I can have whoever wronged you fired on the spot.”

Hope scoffed; Lizzie wasn’t one for affection, not the ordinary kind and after a while, Hope realized that. She had fought hard to carve out a place in the city for herself and her brand. People found her brash and power-hungry, but her words were always calculated and both of them knew that it was a sign of how much she cared.

She found herself consumed by the woman in every aspect. How soft her movements were, how much she smelled of fresh-cut flowers, how she had just enough arousal built up inside of her to get her through the rest of her shift.

Lizzie led her to the small sofa that was a deep crimson and shuttered gold. She lifted Hope’s shirt above her head and took with it the scent of a kitchen, of freshly peeled garlic and sink water. She was being straddled and the coolness of the couch mingled with the heat of her skin.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Lizzie growled, soft like the purr of a motor, before unhooking Hope’s bra and throwing it to the corner of the room with her t-shirt. “It’s a shame that you’re trapped in that hot kitchen all day long. Aren’t you just begging for some kind of release?”

Hope was, in fact, close to biting her tongue to keep herself from whimpering requests. She writhed under Lizzie’s touch and let out a small gasp when the woman ran her tongue over her nipple delicately. She liked to tease, and part of Hope didn’t have the patience but knew never to rush her.

Lizzie palmed Hope’s other breast and kissed lightly down her stomach until she reached the waistband of her pants. Each movement felt like a new form of lava as energy pulsed through her. She lifted her legs, allowing the girl to pull her jeans down to her knees, taking her underwear with it.

Lizzie was attentive and tender, biting ever so slightly at Hope’s thighs as a wetness slowly formed between them. She moaned at the sensation, at the anticipation that overwhelmed her in every sense of nature.

“For fuck's sake,” She mumbled, biting down on the edge of her arm. The walls were the only expense that Ebony Creek didn’t double down on. They were thin and every single staff member took bets on which room was seeing the most action- Hope always knew it was 237.

“What was that?”

Lizzie’s breath was scalding against her center, and Hope wanted nothing more than to push herself further down the couch for any type of contact. “Please, Miss. Saltzman.”

Her southern manners were something prided in food service, and the same expectation carried to encounters like this. They weren’t on a first-name basis. Hope was the help even though sometimes it felt like the other way around, depending on who did the pleasuring.

Even with her quickness, Lizzie was gentle. She moved her tongue against the length of Hope’s sex, soothing the innate energy, if only for a moment before she got to work. Hope found her nails digging into the red fabric, leaving little crescents in the cushions. Her other hand guided Lizzie evenly, fingers laced into blonde hair.

“Holy shit,” Hope purred, waves of satisfaction rippling through her as Lizzie latched onto her clit.

She suddenly forgot all about the stress in the kitchen; the way seven meals had been sent back, and how room fifty-four wanted fresh strawberries that still needed to be defrosted from the furthest reaches of the freezer. The only thing that mattered was the skill of Lizzie’s tongue and the vodka soda that chilled on the table by the door.

Hope suddenly tensed, that build-up of pressure inside of her was releasing. She felt the tremors move through her body and bit down on the side of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. Despite herself, she was successful in muffling the sounds of her own satisfaction.

Lizzie pulled away, clearly impressed with herself. A dumb and prideful smile sparkled against her lips, even as they met with Hope’s once more. Her palm was on Hopes collarbone, both of them could feel the strength of her heartbeat as it pounded close to her ribcage.

Hope could taste herself, masked with vanilla, on Lizzie’s lips.

“You always tip me the most,” Hope panted

“You work hard.” Lizzie frowned and then focused her stare back on Hope’s, those deep indigo eyes. “You deserve it.”

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