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31 Dec 2014 (2)
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31 Dec 2014 (2) Entering the lobby of the Hotel Cecil I looked around and took in the early 20th century architecture, but after all of this time it was showing its age, a shadow of what it once was back in Los Angeles in the 1920's. Waiting for across the room was a sleazy manager behind the front desk. This was where I was directed, so I went along with the instructions. Now how was I going to try to hide my made up feminine with this older slobbish man, "Yeah, you want to check in? What's it going to be by the hour or ?" What was I suppose to answer? He just stared at and I finally pulled the cap off of my head and tugged off my big sun glasses, "Just for one night. a guest of Mr. Paul." He looked up and down and it made feel like a , "Sure you don't need the room for few more days than that? We've got low weekly ." I batted my long lashes and played his game, "I saw that on the side of the building. No, just here for the January first celebration." He looked down at a ledger on the desk and pulled an envelope from the back of it. Writing something down on the top page before handing me the envelope, but holding back the key for a moment, "It's a fifty dollar deposit. I'll keep your active just in case you want to stay over past the first." We've got you booked in our most expensive room. It's our Presidential Suite located on the th floor. I attempted to stifle a grin as I was thinking 'how much could the most expensive room be with that sign on the east side of the building. Low daily - weekly , and now it's also hourly'. I was pleasantly surprised when I open the door to the suite as it was much more spacious than I had anticipated. The bedroom was set off slightly from the sitting area by a Chinese blind, and was actually quite livable for the hotel once I looked on of the windows and remembered I was in one of the rundown areas of downtown. I could down on the parking structure where my car was parked and also where the extra car key was hidden. Just seeing both from my room gave an added feeling of security if things went bad when I would make my permanent break the end of the night. I was thankful that my pink French Maid uniform was nowhere to be found. There was nothing to change into, which was fine with since the clientele of this fine establishment was less than to be desired. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom I wondered how many women had been fucked in this room, and then of course I had a bit of a transference with me wondering how it would be the person using this hotel as her home base. Low weekly suddenly sounded like a good deal. I got lost in the<b> fantasy </font></b>for a few minutes which had getting a bit horny when the phone by the bed began ringing. It was Mr. Paul, "Gentlemen's Club, two blocks south of the hotel, it's located on the same side of the street as the Cecil. You'll need to quickly change into tonight's uniform back stage with the rest of the girls when you arrive. You have minutes to get here." Before I could say anything the phone connection was broken leaving standing there with the phone buzzing. As quickly as I could possibly move I grabbed the room key and exited the suite while pulling on my trusty ball cap disguise to help obscure my cover . When I reached the elevators and pushed the down button nothing happened. I pressed it several times expecting the button to light up, but still nothing. I leaned in close to listen for the elevator, but again still nothing. I spotted a courtesy phone on a small table at the end of the hall and rushed over to it. When the hotel operator finally answered she explained, " sorry, but the elevators are of right now for our yearly inspection." Rushing to the door leading to the stairs, my mind was already running the numbers, ' floors, twenty seconds floor, and I already wasted more than two minutes on the elevator and still had two congested downtown blocks to still arrive ahead of the deadline. I almost immediately nearly took a tumble, so I had to slow down the pace of my decent. Fighting through the late afternoon pedestrians on the sidewalk was a battle, and of course when I finally saw it the Gentleman's Club was located at the far end of the second block. Finally rushing through the front door I was immediately met by Mr. Paul, who didn't looked pleased with my late arrival, "What's your excuse Kate?" I quickly explained, "The elevators at the hotel were being inspected." He wouldn't even look at me as he stared at his watch, "That's still no excuse. You were thirty two seconds late. Another thirty seconds and Fred would have done something drastic." I realized he was serious by the expression on his , "We'll check your story . If you are telling the truth your safely on your way toward finishing your last night as our little Katie, but if you lied . . . " Mr. Paul trailed off his speech and pointed toward the doors leading from the tiny entry. When I entered the main room of the strip club I was overwhelmed by the decorations for this party as the entire room looked like a scene of the 'Arabian Nights'. Mr. Paul walked up to my side and quietly told , " hoping, whatever final decision you make, if you decide to permanently step away that you wont mind calling from time to time?" I felt a smile cross my as I replied, "Nothing's been decided on my part, it will also depend on what everybody else wants." Mr. Paul patted my lightly on the ass and told to get dressed, "You're no bimbo Kate, and smarter than most. Those brainless women always believe they are in complete control of the situation right up until they land on the auction block, and always thinking 'how did I wind up here?' My mind was made up now more than ever as I said my breath, "And I will end this once and for all tonight." |
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