Ok, Hotel Security. Reminds me of the first time I got a Do Not Review Me request.
In the early-mid 2000s, I met a lovely young woman on the last day of her visit at a nice Perimeter area hotel for a scheduled 90 min appt. I was to be her last client of her visit as she was gonna rest up before her red-eye flight out of Hartsfield. Or at least, that was the plan. First off, she was fantastic. Kind eyes, curves in the right places, and talented in conversation and carnality... what a woman. About 45-50 mins into the appt, making good use of the desk, we heard an audible click, the door opened, and "Hello, Housekeeping!" We quickly stereophonically said "Come back later!" but too late. Maid got an eyeful of imagines that can't be unseen. You'd think it would Coitus Interruptus but the thrill was still there. We laughed it off and continued until... Maybe 10 mins later, a loud banging on the door and basso voiced "Open up! Security!" First thought, "F'ing maid! That B!+€h!" We quickly dressed a bit and I opened the door to see a very tall, very broad man in a black hotel security suit who took blocked almost all light from behind him. I'm no midget but that was a well dressed intimidating man. In that same voice he began asking questions as our lovemaking was disturbing other guests. BS, complete BS. I confronted him that the maid, who did not knock, was disturbing a booty call between college lovers. The lady backed me up, introduced herself with her real name, then elaborated that "(my real name) and I went to (my real college) together." I claimed taking like minded courses together and so forth. He checked my ID. We convinced him somewhat, but Security stated clearly that he'd be back to ask more questions of her if I left too soon. Definitely Coitus Interruptus... I thanked her for the help but she assured me we were both saving ourselves as much as each other. She mentioned "Well, since you're gonna be here, might as well finish what we started, right? Gotta finish the booty call." I agreed. Like I said, what a woman. Afterwards, I offered a rate for her time with a nice dinner at a place of her choice. We negotiated dessert as well, made reservations, then cleaned up, went to dinner... making sure she waved to the Security wall as we walked through the lobby - to and from dinner. Unfortunately, that episode kinda scared her off ATL (only one reason) and she has since retired. Sometimes, the Scare factor makes it better. ga_kosWere there ever a time that you had a scare before? How did you act? How did the situation turned out?
The lady arrived at my door while the maids were cleaning the room directly across the hall. After I closed the door, listened for a moment, then proceeded with a wonderful session. It was more of a humorous moment than a scare, but what the heck?
I was going to an in call from BP one time, and I met this provider who look decent and all. Well she lay out the rules and all. I went ahead with it. I did my thing and I heard a bang from the door. I thought that it was LE. I hurried up and got my clothes on and when she opened the door and for a moment I thought that it was her pump. She said that it was her roommate. Its a light scare but I have more serious than this.
A couple come to mind, once while meandering through the lobby a hotel employee asked if they could help me. I figured the best way to hide is in plain sight so I said "no I'm just meeting a hooker". The look was priceless he gave me we both laughed, the truth is stranger than fiction so he thought I was joking and left me alone.
Once I had a lady coming to meet me, she was coming about a hour and a half away just for me so I told her I would get the place to save her the expense plus I could get showered and changed from the work duds. Lady working the counter looked like an ex member of the German Olympic team. She looks at my wedding ring and asks if I'm alone instead of saying none of you're buisness I just say yeah. She says you better be I guess her fucked up attempt at humor. Go to my room and it's not been cleaned, I'm running short on time go back downstairs and tell her she's kind of hateful (nice hotel by the way not a dump) and gives me another room. Damn that one is being painted, down the elevator I go again, she's really agitated now that I've interrupted her smoke break again. She says I'll go with you this time, staring at me the whole way up the elevator since I'm mad and obviously in a hurry she knows something is up. So to break the ice I say "I'm here all night if you get lonely later" if looks could kill!!!! Second room we check is good to go, I have to hurry and shower and iron my shirt and stuff but couldn't because she had to go back down and get me a key. I'm really in a hurry now!! To save time I'm ironing my shirt first butt ass naked and open the door that way when she arrived with my key. Quick shower and oral hygiene done with about 3 minutes to spare before my date arrived. She was pretty new to the biz, probally her third client and she's like that woman down stairs was staring at me all funny and shit WTF? I told her about my room problems and stuff so we had a good laugh. After a great time we decided to grab some dinner before she went back home, she seems to be as much of a trouble maker as myself so walking by the front desk we go arm in arm all lovey dovey looking ya couldn't have fit a piece of paper between us. I make a point to wave at the clerk with my left hand sans the ring. I'm such a prick!! Another dagger stare from Helga the German Olympic reject, the nod of approval from the guy working the desk with her was priceless though. So not really scary but funny
OMG!
Ok, I was at this hotel once. I actually didn't have any clients scheduled until the next day, so this day I was taking it easy. But was masturbating all day and finally decided to take a nap.
All of a sudden. Bang Bang Bang. Police!
Pause.
Can you guys just IMAGINE what the hell was going through my mind!!!??? lol I was like *gasps* oh no! How did I get caught? I'm usually so careful. I haven't been to this hotel in weeks. So I rush to hide my stripper heels, lingerie, and jimmy cap boxes that I had laying out. and threw some decent clothes on.
I opened the door with what I hope was a straight and innocent face. (And a smile. Ting.)
The lady cop says to me. "We're evacuating the whole building. I need for you to go down to the parking lot."
I go down there and found out (you guys may have seen or heard it on the news because they were there.) A guy had a gun and was apparently running a meth lap 1 or 2 floors above me. They even chased to the roof. (How the hell did I miss all that!?) He was also driving a stolen car.
Not only that! But My car just so happened to be parked DIRECTLY BESIDE the stolen car! Which was surrounded by cops. They wouldn't let me get near my car.
Not only that! But my car was having problems, wouldn't pass Emissions, and there for my tag was expired! I mean police were surrounding the stolen car, right by my expired tag!!!
I about had a heart attack. lol But I came out undetected with a refund of that day. Everything went back to normal. But I canceled all of my appointment and got the hell out of there! I was traumatized LMAO!!!
-Anina
Ok, Hotel Security. Reminds me of the first time I got a Do Not Review Me request.
In the early-mid 2000s, I met a lovely young woman on the last day of her visit at a nice Perimeter area hotel for a scheduled 90 min appt. I was to be her last client of her visit as she was gonna rest up before her red-eye flight out of Hartsfield. Or at least, that was the plan.
First off, she was fantastic. Kind eyes, curves in the right places, and talented in conversation and carnality... what a woman. About 45-50 mins into the appt, making good use of the desk, we heard an audible click, the door opened, and "Hello, Housekeeping!" We quickly stereophonically said "Come back later!" but too late. Maid got an eyeful of imagines that can't be unseen. You'd think it would Coitus Interruptus but the thrill was still there. We laughed it off and continued until...
Maybe 10 mins later, a loud banging on the door and basso voiced "Open up! Security!" First thought, "F'ing maid! That B!+€h!" We quickly dressed a bit and I opened the door to see a very tall, very broad man in a black hotel security suit who took blocked almost all light from behind him. I'm no midget but that was a well dressed intimidating man. In that same voice he began asking questions as our lovemaking was disturbing other guests. BS, complete BS. I confronted him that the maid, who did not knock, was disturbing a booty call between college lovers. The lady backed me up, introduced herself with her real name, then elaborated that "(my real name) and I went to (my real college) together." I claimed taking like minded courses together and so forth. He checked my ID. We convinced him somewhat, but Security stated clearly that he'd be back to ask more questions of her if I left too soon.
Definitely Coitus Interruptus... I thanked her for the help but she assured me we were both saving ourselves as much as each other. She mentioned "Well, since you're gonna be here, might as well finish what we started, right? Gotta finish the booty call." I agreed. Like I said, what a woman. Afterwards, I offered a rate for her time with a nice dinner at a place of her choice. We negotiated dessert as well, made reservations, then cleaned up, went to dinner... making sure she waved to the Security wall as we walked through the lobby - to and from dinner.
Unfortunately, that episode kinda scared her off ATL (only one reason) and she has since retired.
Sometimes, the Scare factor makes it better.
ga_kos
Hotel did not know someone was operating a meth lab. Priceless, The shit smells for miles.
Sure, their housekeeping is top notch
Glad the police was for the merh lab
Only I didn't have police at my door. Knocking at least 
I have my music playing and I hear the indistinct police scanner chatter. At first I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me so I go on about my after bath lotioning. Until I hear it again. I go to my peephole and there are two to four police men standing directly in front of my door! I thought my heart would explode it was beating so fast. I instantly start putting away anything lace, lube, hats, dildos (I had just finished my morning self session before my bath lol), anything "work" related. As I run around my room the phone rings. I answer as though I had just woken up and I hear the front desk ask if I was going to be staying over, which I was so I dress to go downstairs.
I turn the corner only to see two more police officers waiting for the elevator. I put on my best face (or so I thought), smiled, and waited. I felt like the character in Edgar Allen Poe's story "The tell tale heart." I could just SWEAR they heard my poor heart beating out of my chest. They knew what I was doing and they were just trying to make a fool of me!! Lol. The elevator finally comes and we take the short ride down. As I exit the elevator I see two MORE police men and now I am like WHAT THE COMPLETE F***IS GOING ON HERE!! I handle my business at the front desk and try to open up my ears a bit to get some information.
Waiting for the elevator for the ride back up I overhear the officers talking about "the body." Holy .. Hell. Apparently they were investigating the death of the man in the room directly across from me. The men asked me a few questions and now that I was aware their presence had nothing to do with mine, I was a bit more relaxed. I tried not to say much, since I was in another state than my home state and alone. But now I'm interested! I got back to my room and spent the next two hours in the peep hole playing nosey neighbor listening to the cops.
Even as I write I feel bad for the poor guy all over. From what I gathered he was drugged up, possibly overdosed and took his last breath alone in that hotel room. They mentioned his personal items were hidden, so I picture the guy getting high and taking a bite at the local talent. Guys always tell me this is the way they'd like to go out, but I doubt that's actually true. But I digress.
Scary, and a little sad. But that's my story!