Wrote a short story for my friend…insane but what is life without this adjective…it’s for the reader over the age of 18 so reader discretion is advice!
Room 315, He said. There is some problem with the TV. I chuckled. If this is an excused as to get my to leave the front desk, then well, he hit the nail on the head. Ok, I’ll be right up.
He isn’t the first, but he’s more like the 5th guy who came up with some imaginary problem in their room just to get me to go up there and talk. However, Room 315 is a bit different, especially since this isn’t the first time. I let Tara know that 315 is having some issues with their TV and they wanted me to go check. She sucked her teeth and huffed. Bitch.
May 19th is when I decided to quit the job that was selling pointless landline phones as a plan to upgrade Internet to explore the rhelm of Hotel Management. The interview wasn’t a standard interview. No, “What are your strength and weakness and who would this effect you work here?” it was along the lines of, “Front Desk Clerk, Your responsiblity is a. b. and c.” In a small town of Clearfield, i supposed the mannerism of job inquiry had died along with need for racial intergration. The start of the job was great, learning how to check people in, swiping credit cards, assigning long term guest to rooms that they have previously stayed in was all exciting, however, nothing mentally stimulating.
“We are amazed how quickly you can pick up on this, it took some months to get the hang of it”
I’m sure it would have been difficult for me, yet, i’ve done things much more complicated. Love for you to surgically remove a needle out of a child’s eye. Or find the cure for osteoporosis, yep, this was soo easy.
Out of the boring nights, seeing the finest quality that America has to offer that would so happen to stop in the center of our Commonwealth; He would come in. His smile was as though was looking at movie star, the doors swinging open and wind blowing through his deep conditioned brown hair.
“Yall have any rooms?”
Forearms,dirty. Hands,gritty. Face,immaculate.
“Miss” He said,snapping out of my stare
“Yall have any rooms?”
“Let me see what I can do for you?” I said, typing in the date
“We’ve been working all day in State College, and they are book so I hope yall can help”
It was every syllable of his sentence was laced with honey. Mouth-watering.
As I was rattling numbers and room options, my professionalism went out the door and flirting came into play. Always willing player, however, always gets me in trouble. With myself and my selfish desires.
“I see yall work so hard, A nice massage would do you some good.”
He cracked a smile, “Are you gonna give me?”
“Would you like for me to?”
He comes over the counter and say quietly, without Tara supersonic hearing in the area.
“There are a lot of things i want you to do?”
“We’ll like i said, If you have any questions or concerns, please let me know.” I said, keeping my ever changing compusure.
“Yes, It is on the third floor, it is a Jazuzzii suite.”
“Yeah, just let us know if you need help with starting the jets.”
“Mmmmhummm, Absolutely Miss Jade. Yall have a great night, ya hear”
I smiled so hard, my face could have potentially cracked and there will be a tsunami in Australia. I looked up at the clock, 8:30. Jesus! I got 2 and a half hours of this. I needed to keep busy, though the efforts are always changing with old women complaining about the pool being too hot.
“The little pool” they said
“It’s supposed to be, it’s the hot tub”
See, always distractions, intellectually speaking.
Looking at the next day arrivals, the phone rings.
“Jade, speaking ,how can I help you?”
“It’s Kelton in 315, My TV isn’t working, can you come up?”
“I be right up there”
My heart starts to beat rapid as I entered the elevator. This seems to always happen on the third flood, TV’s aren’t working or vending machine is out of Munchos’. I knock on his door, that was already cracked.
“Yeah, Come in, Miss Jade”
“How did you know it was me?” closing the door behind me
“Because of your voice”
“Ah, yep so your tv”
“The TV is fine, just wanted to get you up here”
He comes out of the bathroom, broad pecktorical muscules, little hair on his chest. Lungs forgot to inhale as I chocked.
“You didn’t want to be behind that desk, did you?”
“No, not really.” Sitting on his king bed, “So tell me where you are from?”
“Originally, Texas but I move to South Carolina at 5 and being working the riges for about 7 years now.”
He tells me the stories about working on the riges, in which, I don’t have any idea what that is. I mean, I’m from the city, riges is not in my common vocabluary as reference to occupation.
“Is that what they call pipeliners?”
‘Sort of” He said as he further explained his job title, however, I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I was sitting in the room with a man and all I wanted to do was to rip his clothes off.
“Wow, Well, I got to be going.”
“Yeah,” I started to head to the door, “Tara might need me.”
I felt his mint breath on my neck as I tried to open the door, with little effort.
“Just say five minutes” He said, holding his strong hand against the door
I turned around, looked up into his tired grey eyes and it was as though my mouth had a mind of its own.
“I just wanna kiss you, Miss Jade.”
Please, let it be my imagination. Or my hormones translating his sentence into something my eyes wanted to hear.
“What are you waiting for?”
His lips were gentle, preview his love making technique. He’d hold me close. Like i’m a precious commodity to him as we would make love till the sun would rise. He would respond to my body like it hasn’t be answered in years. That’s what someone who hold romance close, this is not me however.
We didn’t lose our lip embrace as we walked without looking to his bed. Oh god, this is not happening. Thoughts of me getting caught, or being in his room too long that Tara would come up to see what was going on. The owners would look at the camera and see that there is a 30 mins that I stayed in room 315 and them asking me, what the hell was the problem in that room that I was in their for 30 mins. Logic told me to walk away, get back to work, since at this time, I had 15 mins till I was off. Think, think of a lie. Security walk through, saw his door open, went in, fixed his tv, couldn’t work the tub. Yeah, the tub always has problem. Just got to work it right!
He unbotton my pants, taking note that their were no britches that he would have to remove.
“Not the type, don’t like cotton on my ass.”
He cluckled as he took his arms, intwined in my legs and pulled me down against the bed.
“You are going to need room.”
He kissed my thigh, slowly making his way to my aching pussy. This couldn’t be real, I couldn’t be allowing this to happen. He licked my clit, like a nursing kitten, unbenosted to me that he transformed into a pussy eating lion. He licked and sucked like I was his last meal and I was happy to oblidge. Moans excaped my throat, gaining volume.
“You don’t want other guest to know that this is happening,” He said, catching a breath.
I’m panting, “I don’t give a fuck, keep going.”
He ate his way, as if he was trying to gain security entrance to my heart. I trembled, squirmed under his mouth but he held me down.
“Oh my god, Oh…My…Gawd. Fuck”
As I was on the brink of nirvana, his two strong fingers enter, exiting and entering, debating if they want to send me over the tundra of orgasm.
“Please, I’m going to cum”
“That’s what I want baby, cum for daddy.”
Now, that would have put a halt on anymore opportunities for this man to ever have sex if he presented himself as “Daddy”, Fuck it, it’s only once
“Yes, daddy, please….Oh god, I’m coming”
As nirvana took root, he pumped his hand faster, as he was milking my pussy for every juice possible.
“My god, you taste so damn sweet, like fruity pebbles.”
Glazed his face was. but he cleaned himself up, like a good southern boy would. He comes back out and wipes me down; placing a kiss on my mound. Grade A stamp of approval.
“Well, Miss Jade, I must say, you hotel has amazing service.”
My legs trembled as I put on my paints, “We do the best we can.”
“We’ll I let you if I have anymore problems with the TV” He walked me to the door, giving me a kiss and closed the door behind me
I looked down, 10:55, yes! I pinched myself, oh my god, that did really happen. A whole new meaning to front desk clerk. I came down, smile broad.
“What took you so long?” Tara asked
“Security walk and two rooms had some issues with their TV. One had the mute botton on and the other had a password and tried to figure it out.”
“Oh, it’s 0000, always.”
“Wish you would have told me that.”
“You never asked.”
I came and I had to be back at the hotel, doing the same thing and seeing Kelton in 315. He called, I’d come up, He’d eat my pussy and have nice converstation but he checked out early. Like Kelton, there were others who would flirt with me, wanting me to come up to their room and some, I’d would however, 315 hold secrets of guest that have came through, looking for good off the road sex. One guest, who was cute in a skinny skaterboy way would call for me, just to see me play with myself as he would jack off. 315 is my personal room where my sexual animal would be unlesh on unexpected, physically atrractive guest.
He walked in, and my heart stopped. Another man on the riges but this time, he was my color.
“Hi, I’m with the Tammy Stamm party. She reserved some rooms for us.”
I gulped, Strong black man, in Clearfield, No Way!
“Uh, yeah, there are some room. What floor would you prefer.”
“3rd please, I need some sleep and I don’t want to hear foot steps above me.”
“I completely understand,let me see what we saved.”
Looked on the list, all the Stamm party had checked in except for the very room that walls still whispers my name. Still lingers of scents of weeks ago.
“Our jacuzzi suite have been saved for you, mr…”
“And that you most certainly are”
He chuckled, “Miss jade, are you flirting with me?”
“I might be, and If I was”
“I’d have to say, be careful, I don’t take flirting lightly”
“You are going to be in room 315. Now if you have any questions or concerns, please let me know” I said as i handed him his key cards
He took his bags upstairs, and I laughed to myself. Another southern gentleman, one who was raised on lard to fry everything and swimming in the bayou ever summer. Who uses manners and still holds on to chivalry that I once believe was dead. That believed that women are to be taken care of both inside and outside of the house, especially in the bedroom. My mouth became dry and my nerves became alive.
“Jade, you know that the shower isn’t working”
“Yep, I know” Writing his name into the room
The phone rang and I simply laughed.