"Well, I'm a big Fiery Boys fan. I was even at the show tonight. I can't wait to tell my friends I met you." He turned to look at his computer. "And by the way, I have a room waiting for you." He worked for a few seconds and then handed me a key card.
I frowned. "Don't I have to register first? Give you a credit card?"
"Special deal for you. It's all set up." He gave me a wink.
I worried about what he had in mind. Sure, I was horny, but not for this kid. I held up the key. "I don't want any visitors, understand?"
He slapped a hand to his chest. "Of course! I promise you'll be alone." He seemed sincere, and I was anxious to get to the room, so I thanked him and wandered down the hall.
As I walked to my room, I wondered if there would be something unusual about it. Did the desk clerk really give me a free room, or was there a catch? I usually got treated worse because of this contest, not better.
I slipped the key card in the door and it unlocked, already a good sign. When I stepped in, I was even more pleased. On the right was a living room, with a sofa and chairs facing a big television. On the left was a small kitchen. And straight ahead was a hallway which led to a bathroom and a bedroom.
Alone at last, in my very own suite, it felt nice. I had to admit that I'd been feeling cramped on the bus. Now I could relax in my own room, spacious and luxurious, even if for just one night.
I double-locked the door and got right down to the business of my arousal, still raging through me from whatever it was that Chuck and I had done. I pulled off my blouse much more quickly than I had for him, and shucked my boots and jeans in short order. Feeling playful, I danced around for a few seconds while I unhooked my bra. Then I pulled it off and flung it at a lamp, just like in the movies where clothing gets strewn everywhere. Yeah, I was getting into it.
Unfortunately, I threw my bra too hard and the lamp fell over on the table.
Then things got weird.
A man's voice called out from the bedroom. "That's fast room service!" The bedroom door opened a crack and the man spoke again. "Leave it on the table. Tip's there." Then he closed the door.
Oh great! I was right about that desk clerk-he had given me someone else's room. Now I'd have to go back to the office and deal with it. I simply couldn't get a break.