Harlotry - R16

Sandblasted across the ground to ceiling plate glass windows — in capital lettering, Kings Park Hotel.  To the right of the last panel, was the rotating circular glass door — locked; as it had gone 10.30pm.      Guests calling after this time were required to attract the after hour attendant by pressing the buzzer.          The foyer was dimly lit, so from the outside little of the interior was visible.         The guest to night pressed the buzzer and stood back — waiting for the lock on the door to be released.         It was not long before the door latch click.

David entered via the door into the foyer; lights on censers detected his presents.    The digital clock over the reception counter (now closed,) showed the time to be 11.45pm.      As were his instructions he took the elevator to the third floor (once out,) turned left and headed to room 21.         Apart from the hum of the air conditioners and his excited breathing — there was no other sounds.      

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It could just be nerves or those so called butterflies (one gets when meeting someone for the first time,) causing him to walk passed the room.       But this is not the first time David had found himself in a situation as tonight.     These meetings with total strangers started five years ago; when he and John Roland (a work colleague, after a work conference,) and after a tanker load of dutch courage — answered a advertisement in a magazine.      

Since that first encounter David has become addicted to the frills and the dangers.  For a year or two they were safe, one off affairs (mostly with women,) some from work, others met at clubs or bars, or through friends of friends.  However, more adventurous now he makes contacts (for both sexes,) via online dating websites.

As is the pattern with most met-ups all instructions are via txting — using only an alias.     The first an address; next a time, each txt providing more information —  until the visitor has arrived at the address; txts HERE; then must wait for the invite in. 

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It has been almost 15 minutes since David entered the building and made his way to the third floor, within this time he has received two additional txts from his fancy-man.      Are u comin.      Where u now.       David replies to the last.        Almost there.        The next. HERE.

David stands back from the door, almost at the other side of the hallway as the door opens.      The guy checks to see if they are alone.      Neither say a word.    The door is closed.  They glance at each other — just an eye to eye contact, checking if compatible.       The guy asks if David would like a drink.       David declines the offer, but asks to use the bathroom.   He is pointed in its direct.  There are no more formalities — both know what the other is after.

David now in is late thirties, standing almost 1.6 metres — carrying no extra weight.      He still has shoulder length blond hair and smooth brown soft skin, undamaged with age.     His light blue eyes capture all that is good in a well travelled and educated man.     His nose was well proportioned.   His mouth maybe a little on the large size, and his upper lip (could be described), as having a well-defined archer’s bow — all in all (however,) a very pleasing face for any lover.       

Undressed, his broad torso is supported by two strong thighs and two long sturdy muscular legs; joining as they do — a six pack (to the front,) and two rounded firm cheeks (to the rear.)        

My name is Tony.       Tony is in his fifties (large and over weight,) with big hands — rough, like sandpaper, yet they slide down David's skin with ease.      With his eyes closed, Tony runs his hands down, travelling round and round David's body, entering every aperture.     

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David understands Tony's need to have physical contact with another.     The need to touch and be touched, if not by one’s own lover — then by the hand of a stranger.

This pleasure and the simple act of sexual contact — all those years before; was the driving force behind David's secret relationships and arranged meetings.          It was the unknown that gave his sexual satisfaction completion; the first contact, the first forbidden touch, the look of surprise and naughtiest in his  admires eyes.        The way each shed of clothing was loosely discarded, or flung to the floor or across the room in reprisal towards repression.        The countless proposals of marriage by single women or as a lover by the married.  Trips abroad came as rewards for services tended, he would be summoned by the wealthy to their room while a husband (if there was one,) was busy, or if the girls night out was a failure.     David lacked for nothing; all his demands were meet without question, love and money was showered upon him.    He often found himself — lent out, to satisfy a lady friend of another.

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The visit to Tony's had come to its climax.  David showered and dressed.    On his return to the kitchen he found Tony (still unclothed.)   You have my number David said.     Nothing more was said.  David collected the three hundred dollars from the table adjacent to the door and left.

Done.