And the beauty of living in a hotel is ordering in.
Seriously. Room service. How many of us have wondered about what it was like having food delivered straight to the doorstep of your hotel room? Usually the prices are shockingly prohibitive but over here in the boondocks, we've found that it's surprisingly reasonable.
Despite the fact that the help's far from helpful here.
You rang, sir?
This time however we both got a pleasant surprise when a seriously humpy fella came traipsing up the halls to knock on the door. Of course Patty was far too obsessed with finding her purse to notice the cute waiter waiting at the door.
Paul : Get nekkid.
Patty : What for?
Paul : The waiter's coming back with change. He's damned cute.
Patty : He was?
Paul : You were staring at the food tray again, weren't you?
Well maybe the server's apron detracted a little from his masculine charm but hell, I could already imagine the delights to be uncovered. Me, I see the potential in men. Obviously my probing X-ray vision scared the kid a little since he backed right up against the wall holding up the bill tray.
Was half-tempted to check in just to call room service for a party of two.
Nothing to stop me from flirting a little as I left however. Even dropped a little tip into his apron pocket as I walked by. Think he almost keeled over in astonishment.
Poor fellow. Was I a little too forward?
5 comments:
Leave her alone, she is hungry for food alright! Not homo-sapiens.
i think 'trauma' is the right word if he is straight. hahaha.
give a spank on his ass~ :)
She should be hungry for both, spin doctor.
Maybe he is traumatized. A kid after all, darren.
I think that would send him screaming into the night, L.
P
Hawt!!
But why would you want Patti to get naked? Wouldn't that distract "room-service-boy" from you?
Kind of defeats the whole purpose, I would think.
Leaving a tip in his pocket was a nice touch. Leaving him your phone number would've been smarter!
-Dean
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