So I work a night shift gig in a hotel. Not much goes on there most nights. This particular night I was in a corner of the lobby, reclining and reading a book. Enters a svelte Swede, looking Asian and a little drunk. I nod my head in greeting but she goes straight back to her room at first. A minute later she's back to charge her phone, ostensibly. She could do that in the room of course, and I gather she wants to hang out. But before I say anything she asks do I mind if she sits with me. Sure, I say.
She asks me what I'm reading, it's The Handmaid's Tale, which she has seen the pilot episode of but didn't much care for. She may be a Swede, but she's not politically correct, she assures me. I'm not sure how to place this remark, exactly, but don't think much of it. Americans routinely offer their unprompted apologies for Trump - I figure it's something like that.
She's hurt her knee at some point during her night out and I get her some ice, she then cosies up immediately and soon we're kissing in a way I haven't since high school. As I'm managing her tongue action I consider just how wrong this is, on a scale from unprofessional to rape. But she is already sucking on my fingers now. Audibly, and with great gusto. At the other end of the lobby a guest is making a phone call, but he seems not to take much stock of us. Then she says it's time for bed and do I have condoms.
I ask her room number and to give me five. I think of previous times I've turned down sex and being unable to recall afterwards the pertinence of my scruples. You only regret things you don't do, and all that. How embarrassing would it be, really, to lose my menial job over this? Not very. Not if she doesn't press charges, that is.
I was overly weary of the whole situation. Her coming on so strong felt unearned somehow. Even in bar pickups there's a modicum of trajectory, if not courtship. You work each other up to a point. The absence of that must have made me a little paranoid. But the main reason I had second thoughts, was that I've had a crush on this girl I work with for a while. I hadn't seen her in two months, holidays etc, but she was to take over from me for the morning shift in a few hours. Of course, I would not be cheating on her by any means, but that is the closest way to describe the feeling I had. Sappy, I guess.
Not that it stopped me. Just to give you a bit of a picture, this girl was exactly what you hoped to find, when you googled 'asian amateur nympho'. I find her opening the door to her room in nothing but the hotel bathrobe. She slowly opens the robe and goes 'touch me'. At this point I wonder if, earlier, she was hinting at consensus when she said that thing about not being a PC-Swede. I enquire about her drunkenness and she tells me she is the bad one, already on her knees and unbuttoning me. I don't think I could have stopped myself if I wanted to, anyway.
I bent her over the minibar, so up for it that I was happy to have made it past the blow job, truth be told. Suffice to say I didn't even make it to the bed. But she wasn't too bummed, just said she'd see me later. So I left to tend to my work, somewhat apologetic.
Soon she was back in the lobby, stepping behind the bar I was cleaning, proceeding to rip my trousers down and the rest of it. I ended up fucking her twice more, as she kept finding me in various places in the hotel and begging to please suck me a little more. She finally went to sleep but even then asked me to come back to her room after I finished, just to please play with her asshole some more. By the time I did finish she had passed out.
So this girl I like walks in early in the morning. We catch up for about forty minutes, I must reek but everything seems to appear normal to her.
At home I get to thinking... this girl might have been blotto, waking up with a full condom in the pocket of her robe, two more in different corners of her room, and no recollection of what happened besides lobby boy cock sweeping by her inner eye. I half expect my boss to call me during the day and chris hansen shit unfolding. Not that she was underage. Not that she lacked agency. But I couldn't be sure.
Maybe I felt like I wasnt going to get away with such perfectly casual sex. Maybe there's something inherently unnatural about a complete stranger rimming you. The next day anyway. It felt fine at the time. But there was a vague inclination to go for coffee with her.
I never did. And of course my boss didn't call, and the Asian Swede didn't drop a hint to my crush when she checked out, or leave an innuendo-riddled review of the place. Why did I ever think she would do something crazy like that?
The next night we had a team meeting, coincidentally. I looked around for clues, particularly with the girl I like, but eventually concluded that no one knew shit. It was all fine. Only then did I realize that I had been with neither a Swedish nor an Asian girl prior to this, that I got really lucky, and that I'm the only one in this story who made this awkward at all.
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