Chapter 4: Anonymous Sex

Shortly after Kristie moved back to her home I began a part time job as a night auditor at a local hotel. It proved to be a very interesting job. Since this hotel had a lounge with a live band, I got to meet all kinds of interesting and horny people as they came and left the lounge. Once the lounge closed, it was just me, the night bellman Anthony and a security guard left to wile away the time from 1:00am until my shift ended at 7:00. I only worked the nightshift for about 8 months, but during that time I met HER, teacher number 4.

I can only refer to her as HER. You see I never knew her name. Well, I guess on some level I did since I am the one who checked her into the hotel. But I never really paid attention to the name she put down on the registration card. I could make up a name for her, but for reasons that may become clear I think I just like remembering her as HER. Actually, it is the way both Anthony and I would always refer to her. So I will stick with that.

HER checked in on a Sunday night, a night that was always really slow at our hotel to begin with. It must have been somewhere around midnight when she came in looking for a room. I knew right away she had been drinking a bit, but other than that there was nothing unusual about her. She looked to be in her early thirties and really did not have much of a figure. Looking back, she was built much like Rosalind, small chested, thin, but somehow appealing. After letting me imprint her credit card, Anthony took her luggage and escorted her up to her room on the third floor. Funny that I can remember she was on the third floor but cannot remember her name. Oh well.

Shortly after she got settled in her room, she called me. She wanted to know if she could get a six pack of beer from the bar. I had to tell her the bar was closed (it closed at 11pm on Sundays) and I could not access the beer. She wanted Anthony to run out and get her some, but he had gone over to the airport to play some video games they had there, a practice that didn't bother me much on a Sunday night, since things were always so dead, and he did have a pager for me to contact him if needed. So she was disappointed and asked if I had any ideas on how she could get some beer. I suggested she call a cab company and ask them to have a driver get her a six pack. She could pay him for his time and the six pack when he delivered it to her. She seemed to like this idea (although I was not sure if the cab company would go for it).

A few minutes later, two gentlemen came into the hotel looking for a room. They got separate rooms and had just one request. I was not to tell the one guy's wife what room either of them was in. They said they needed some sleep and they would never get any with her bugging them all night. Yeah, HER was the one guy's wife. This was beginning to pique my curiosity. But knowing what curiosity did to a cat, I tried to concentrate on my work and forget about figuring out what was going on with the three of them.

Shortly after they had checked in, a cab driver showed up with a six pack and headed toward the elevators. I was feeling pretty good that I was able to help HER out with my suggestion. I guessed that she now had everything she needed and I would not hear from her again. Then the phone rang and it was HER. She had a problem. She did not have any cash on her to pay the driver and she wanted to know if I could pay him from the drawer and add it to her room charge. I told her I was not allowed to do that, but when she asked really nicely again I gave in and told her I would take a chance and do it. She hung up happy. Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. It was HER again. She wanted to know if I could come up to her room to chat for a few minutes. Besides the fact I could get fired, there was the small problem of the cab driver who had not yet left her room. My guess was that he was not being as cooperative with her as she wanted, so now she was looking for someone else. Just to get rid of her I said I would love to come up except I felt three was a crowd. She replied, "Oh, I'll get rid of the cabbie now. See you in a minute." And she hung up. It wasn't 2 minutes later when the cab driver stopped at the desk, got his money from me, and left muttering something about crazy women.

A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was HER again. "He's gone now. Can you come up here for a bit?" I still figured it was best to avoid her since I really needed the job, so I made the excuse that Anthony was not here and I could not leave the desk unattended. Plus I was in the middle of the audit. She wanted to know when I would have time to come up, and figuring she would be asleep by then, I told her to call back around 2:30. I would be done my work for the night by then. She said ok and hung up. I knew it would be the last I would hear from her. Or at least I thought it would.

I was wrong. At exactly 2:30 the phone rang. HER again. This time she wasn't going to take a chance on my saying no. She wanted me to come upstairs and check her air conditioner because it was making some noise. Anthony, who was back at the hotel now, looked at me when I told him about it and said he would gladly watch the desk for a while so I could go up and check out her a/c. I didn't like the little smile he gave me when he said this, but I knew someone had to go at least look at it. So off I went. Just as the elevator opened, Anthony called out, "Take your time and have fun Wayne. I'll call you if you're needed down here." He and the security guard both laughed as I got on the elevator.