Review: Pandora DuPont

General Details

I waited nervously in the car parked outside the hotel she had chosen. To settle my nerves (and perhaps get a lay of the land) I went into the lobby and purchased a Gatorade, but quickly returned to my car. Was this even really happening, or some kind of elaborate scam? Was I a mark? Or was I about to release a furious rage of sexual energy on a complete stranger? It seemed unlikely.

But then I got the message to come up, along with the room number. Oh god, would I be able to follow through?

She opened the door with a friendly smile. I walked deep into the room, perhaps to expedite whatever surprise twist was awaiting me. But there was no twist. This was real and happening. I filled the air with small talk and nervous anecdotes just to get my bearings. She checked in with her friend to assure him everything was ok. I could faintly hear a deep voice telling her to “have fun”. This was too much to process.