It all started with a simple phone call. A phone call that swirled into a $50 Bet. A smart dealing that led to a phone number. And a phone number that led to…
The guests I met in 1604 were in good ol’ NYC for wild times and wild times is what they were going to get.
There time in New York was winding down and Blondie was becoming anxious. “When are we going to hang?”
Somehow amongst the endless working hours at the hotel I was able to manage a day off before this three some took off back to Michigan.
It was as if she had been waiting all day for my phone call:
“Hello,” she whispered.
“Hey sexy.”
“Who is this?”
“Your favorite bellman.”
“Oh my GOD! When am I going to see you?” she says
“Whenever you want, I’m off tonight.”
“Can you stay here with us?”
“Ummm..I can’t really stay at the hotel. If I get caught sleeping in a guest room I can get fired. What if we keep it in the same hotel family though? My company has a few other hotels in N.Y.C.”
“O.K., Let’s do it.”
My heart’s thumping. Am I really going to hook up with a guest? Does that make me an utter scum bag? Is this a setup?
She’s hot. We hit it off. What’s so wrong with that?
Things were running smooth. I meet her for dinner with her friends. It feels like college again. One big party! The drinks, the laughs, the goofiness ensues.
But as dinner comes to an end and the warm feelings take over my body, Blondie tells me her luggage is still at the old hotel where I work.
What else could I do but face the problem head on? We jumped in a cab and headed uptown.
As the cab pulled up to my hotel, and my fellow bellman brothers opened the door, they saw me smiling with a young lady waiting impatiently in the cab. Nothing out of the ordinary, but then I handed over the luggage tickets.
“A guest of ours, huh?” replies a slick talking bellman from L.I.
Then came the jokes, the outbursts of laughter, and the head shakes. I felt my face turning bright red.
“I hope she doesn’t see or here any of this.”
The bags come out. I load them up in the taxi and tip my fellow bellman. Yes, I tipped him. It’s the principal of the matter.
Blondie and I make it over to our new hotel locking tongues on the way. Lots of tongues. Tasteful tongues. We arrive and I learn from my favorite lady friend that we’re already checked in.
“Shit are her friends staying in the room to? Does that mean no nookie?!”
We get to the room of this upper class boutique hotel and, as the key card opens the door of love, I see her two friends laying in the only bed in the room. “FUCK!” There goes my night.
Or maybe not. After a few minutes of small talk with her friend, Blondie grabs my hand and pulls me into the room’s enormous bath room with none other than a HUGE Japanese bath tub. OMG! Yeah, I said it. Things started getting bigger.
What happened next, was the Bath Tub Love Tour. We got it on like Donkey Kong. All night! While her 2 friends “slept” in the bedroom area.
It was wild.
The next morning we all got breakfast at a local Diner. I picked up the bill. It was the least I could do. And an hour later, Blondie and her crew were off to Michigan and I to my next shift.