New York
...last week I was down south for Mardi Gras and wasn't in hobbying mode at all. Came out of my hotel room and heard some serious moaning going on at the room across from mine. I chalked it up to a happy Carnival-loving couple having fun. Later that day I am walking back to my room and a guy is in front of me, walking. He looks back at me and looks away. I open my door and go in, wondering why he isn't using his key. Thru the peep hole I see him go in discreetly, and hear a female voice say hello. A few minutes later I check back and yes, a whole lotta fucking going on. So my mind is thinking "hobby" as opposed to "an affair happening". Anwyay, I'm also crazy busy socially so I don't give it much more thought. The next morning I am leaving to go to the gym, the opposite door opens and its a lovely young lady, al biet looking a little exhausted - who isn't at 8am during Mardi Gras? I say hi and smile. She smiles back. I turn back and say "you having fun?" She says "A little, but there's always room for more." I say "I agree" and I smile and head to the elevator. Midday I go back to my room to use the bathroom and there is a piece of paper under the door with a phone number. I call it. No answer, no voice mail. I text my room # and the message "text me back". She does so about an hour later. Isuggest she meet me downstairs in the hotel bar later. She doesn't reply after the first text. The day goes on. I hang with friends and have tons of wacky fun and later after midnight I come back to my room and hear the familiar sounds of sex going on across the hall. I smile and start chalking her up to being either overwhelmed or maybe flakey and hey, she's there for work and it is what it is. I take a shower and wash the funk off and get on my computer and am looking at some random piece of pop culture crap with every intent to be asleep shortly when I get a text and this is the exchange:
Her: Hey you near the hotel?
Me: In my room. Sounded like you found some fun a little while ago.
Her: Shut up.
Me: Well either you were having fun or you should win an Oscar this weekend.
Her: It was acting I promise.
Me: Either way, lucky guy.
Her: You want some company?
Me: Um. I don't really need an actress tonight.
Her. Shut up, come talk to me.
Okay, so what am I getting myself into I wonder. But I'm not that tired and its always a thrill when a girl is on the prowl, no matter what her motives. So I get dressed again and go knock on her door. She opens it and she is quite tipsy, but perfectly lucid. I won't go into graphic details, but we ended back in my room drinking wine and while she did quickly confirm all my suspicions about being an escort, she proceeded to seduce me and never once ask me for or hint at any kind of compensation. When she left at around 3am I was exhausted but went online found her "listing" and sent her a thank you email, which she nicely returned a few days later. I don't really have anyone in my life who I could share such a thing with, but here after reading that other bit of good luck in the strip club....I felt like that guy in the joke who goes to the rabbi and says "I'm 60 years old, I've been married for 40 years and yesterday I fucked a 21 year old college chick with huge tits and an amazing ass" and the rabbi asks "are you jewish?" and he says no, and the rabbi says "well why are you telling me this, I'm a rabbi" and the guy says "You kidding me? I'm telling everybody!" 