suite surrender, part 1
by Michele Christopher
it was almost three o'clock when i pulled up to the valet stand. hell, if i'm going to do this, i'm going to do it right. dude opens the door and says "good afternoon, ma'am." heh. ma'am. where i come from that translates as "bitch." but here? i like to think it means what it means.
i take a breath and swing my feet to the pavement and emerge from the car. it's a dented up civic but it's clean. i know enough to leave the car running at least. i pop my trunk knowing that they'll get the luggage. i've stayed at nice hotels before, i know how to do this.
i don't look at the bell boy. because you're not supposed to look at the bell boy. but he sure looks at me. because he's supposed to look at me. i'm wearing a pantsuit. it is a victoria's secret pantsuit. the pants are tight in the butt and thighs. the highest button on the jacket is just below my tits, leaving my cleavage to spill out over the top. it is a black pinstripe suit. my hair is pulled up loosely with lots of curls escaping. with my glasses i fully pull off 'librarian hot.'
i walk purposefully. in control. not in a hurry, but definitly on a mission. i breeze through the revolving door without issue. it's new year's eve so the lobby is more active than it would normally be on a thursday. regardless, my 3" stacked heel Manolo Blahnik ankle boots echo through the marble room. even the noise is sexy. fathers turn away from
if there is a line i don't notice.
"good afternoon, helen harboe checking in please."
"ah yes, ms. harboe, we spoke on the phone, i'm rakesh."
"oh yes, thank you for all your help. you've been very accommodating thus far." i reach into my clutch for the billfold of cash. i pull off a bill in the dark of the purse, fold it in half and slide it across the counter. rakesh discretely accepts the hundred. he's done this before.
we do as little paper work as possible, by earlier request. minutes later he hands me a keycard.
"so everything is all set then? three keys, one suite?"
"yes, ma'am." wow. ma'am'ed twice in one day. this is gonna be good.
"i don't want any questions for either of the two gentlemen. they give the desk their name and they get a key to the suite, simple as that. are we clear?"
"chrystal." someone's been watching the breakfast club.
"ok, now i've a couple of other arrangements to make, rakesh. point me to the concierge."
to be continued
kali writes daily at Kalipornia Sux and is a big proponent of overtipping bellboys