What hotel?
Question for the group here... I was staying at a hotel last week and judging by the ongoing sounds coming from the room next store there is no question that a provider was staying there. At first I thought I hit the jackpot, but I could not figure out how to make contact. I was not about to knock on the door and ask. I almost direct dialed her room # and just asked but that probably would not have been appropriate either. Any ideas on what I could have done? I never got a look at her but based on what I heard I am sure she was a 9 or 10 on performance.
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What hotel?
That's one hell of a predicament. I sure don't have any idea how you could have found out. Those paper thin wall's do suck though, I hate them.
The provider might freak out and think that you are LE. Providers always prefer the established protocol to meet them. That means if you see in the GYM leave them alone also.
I was at this very nice hotel and I had 3 clients scheduled for the afternoon/evening.
The first two were my regulars, VERY vocal kind of guys and we had our usual gigs filled with loud gasps, moanings and orgasms.
My last client was a new guy, a lawyer from Chicago who was having a dinner meeting nearby and was coming to see me right after he was finished.
Because he was my last guy, when he called me I gave him my room number and he told me he was going to be there no later than 30 or 40 minutes.
Well, I got in the shower, dressed in the lingerie he requested and had a whole selection of toys and stuff he was interested in experience with me...all neatly laid out in the bed.
The room was only lit with candles all over, soft music in the background and I was just finishing my make up when I heard a knock on my door.
I looked at the clock and the timing was not quite right, but 15 minutes earlier than what he told me.
He was specific in how he wanted our session to start...so I checked the peephole, the guy was quite good looking and I was saying to myself WOW when I opened the door and grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulled him inside my room and pushed his body against the wall and I stuck my tongue deep in his mouth into this animal and hot kiss when I was unbuttoning his shirt, saying the dirtiest things, dragged him to my bed, got on my knees and unzipped his pants giving him an erotic bj when he was moaning and panting...then I looked at his hand and saw a small bottle of water, with the hotel name on the label.
Still performing my bj I took a glance to the same bottles of water on the top of my dresser.
I stopped what I was doing and asked...how was your trip from Chicago?
He opened his eyes and looked at me and said...I'm not from Chicago.
I got up and asked....are you not from Chicago??? Are you a lawyer?
He smiled and said...nope, I'm from Detroit and I'm a doctor.
I panicked!!!! I asked...how did you get here??? who are you???
He laughed and said...I'm the guy in the room next to yours, I don't know what you've been doing to these guys but I want some too!!!
My Chicago guy was bound to show up any minute...I was truly panicking and I told him...get out right now!!! I have a date and he's going to be here soon.
When I pushed him out of the door, he kept saying, don't forget me ok? no matter what time he leaves I want YOU!!!
Couple minutes after I closed the door, my Chicago guy was knocking.
I told him what happened, he got a laugh out of it and we had our session without incidents.
Soon he left, the doc from Detroit was knocking on the wall and calling me on the hotel line.
I didn't know what to do, so I asked if he had a computer and if he could give me his mail address.
I sent him a mail with my website link...and apologized for what happened before.
He mailed back asking for an appointment...which I made for the next morning.
When he came over, he told me what I did to him the night before was one of his secret fantasies...being in a hotel and knocking at the wrong door to find a highly sexual woman who would attack him out of the blue.
This was one of the funniest things that happened to me....in my case, it ended up in a good way. Thank God it was the guy next door...imagine if it was hotel security...lol
...to start telling ladies I'm a doctor rather than a supervillain.
I can't believe some guy's luck!!!!!!!!!
Not sure how lucky that is, bhf. Imagine being dragged in a room, having all that done to you, getting all worked up, and then be screamed at to LEAVE. That sounds like the story of my life...::;}
Of course, he lucked out in the end. He must have been sleeping on "pins and needles" all that night wondering if he would really "get to score" the next day. Imagine his frustration if he HADN'T.
At the better hotels, the front desk routinely delivers messages by sliding them under the door.
What about leaving an innocuous message in a sealed envelope, and sliding it under the door yourself? Something along the lines of:
"Hello. I am in room ___, and would love the opportunity to meet you".
If she is a civie, then she will be flattered, or think you are wierd. If she reports you to security, you can just play it cool (only wanted to ask her out for drinks). Better yet: "Hello, I am in room ___, and would like to invite you for a drink in the _____ (name of hotel's bar)."
I sort of did that one time when I was working out of town once. A few time's I saw this dynamite looking brunette (civie) in my hotel. She seemed rather friendly, each time she would smile and we would exchanged hi's. Well, one morning of my stay I was leaving to go to work and she just happened to be going into her room which was two door's down from me. When I got back to the room that afternoon I was determined to try and hook up with her. I didn't just want to go down and knock on the door so I called her room, since there was no answer I got her room voice mail. "Hi, I'm such in such, down the hall in room ##, for the last two day's I've seen you in the hotel and we've exchanged hi's. If you would happen to be available for dinner I'd certainly like to have you for company. If you're interested give me a call." This was in the early afternoon, around 3PM. Well, finally around 8PM the phone ring's, it's one of the other guy's from work, "let's go out for a bite and a few brew's". Thinking what the hell she isn't going to call anyway, I go. When I get back to the room I see the little red message button on the phone is glowing. I ran over to the phone to hear the message, hell I can do another dinner if I have to. "(Guy's voice) Yea, this is the husband of the woman you've been flirting with from room ##. Is that dinner invitation for both of us or just my wife?, CLICK" I felt like such an ass, since I hadn't seen her with anyone I just assumed she was alone. You know what happen's when you assume something. At least the guy had a sense of humor.