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Chapter 1
It was another typical Sunday night, and I found myself bored again at work. Where I worked was a cheap hotel, the CozyStay Lodge on the outskirts of town, a few miles down route 12. It was a terrible first job for a kid my age, being only 18, but my parents insisted I get a job right after high school and they were the first place to hire me.
It was a dangerous place to work, being what it was. My parents didn’t seem to understand this. I found myself in more awkward situations than a kid my age had any right to be in. More than once I had been forced to call the police on some drunk idiot that had gotten belligerent, or tweakers that came in just to steal stuff. 18-year old kids don’t need to be in charge of dealing with that stuff. I wasn’t even a threatening looking person. At 6’0″ tall exactly, I was sort of gangly, and kind of thin besides. My corporate hotel polo shirt and dirty jeans weren’t going to scare anyone. My mother always told me I had a bit of a baby face, because I looked about five years younger than I actually was, and it didn’t help that I did nothing to make myself appear older. My hair was always a curly mess, hanging down into my brown eyes, and the freckles on my nose only added to the effect.
It was an easy job most of the time, at least I had that. I worked the front desk during the weekends, so it was my job to check people in and give them their room keys. Usually, I spent my shift hiding in the small office in back, staring at my phone or working on homework. When there was nobody there to check in, I had very little to do.
Sundays were naturally the worst in this regard, because most people checked out of hotels on Sunday morning, and very few of them checked in on Sunday night. This particular Sunday was no exception, either, as I had a grand total of 3 arrivals that night. Meaning I was in for an extremely quiet night.
I sat there in the back office, my hand on my chin as I watched a horror movie on my laptop. Now that school was over I didn’t even have homework to distract me anymore, and I wondered what I was going to do to keep awake at work. I had a girlfriend, but tonight she was busy, and so I didn’t even have the luxury of texting her.
As I popped a potato chip in my mouth, crunching it slowly as I watched Art the Clown tear another victim to pieces, there was the familiar ‘ding!’ of the front desk bell. My heart jumped, and I quickly paused the movie at one of the best scenes. Grumbling, I got up from my comfy office chair and stumbled back to the front desk, expecting another guest with questionable hygiene asking for some extra towels for their room.
When I arrived in the lobby, safely protected behind my little desk, I was surprised to see not one of the regular guests but a tall, African-American man. He was wearing a light brown leather jacket over a maroon button-up shirt, and wore several gold rings on his fingers. He was bald, and probably somewhere in his 50’s.
“Ah, good evenin’ to ya, suh! Pleasure’s all mine. Dis be a fine establishment y’got here. So, let me ask you somethin’…you got any rooms available for the night?” The man spoke in a thick New Orleans accent. “Preferably the VIP suite, if you be having one. Whatever has the best view, know what I mean?” He smiled at me, which revealed that his two front teeth were gold. This hotel had only two stories, so I assumed the man was being facetious.
I smiled, attempting to show him that I could play along. “Our course, I’ll get you the best room in the house.” Tapping on my computer, I at least found a vacant room that was on the second floor and at the end of the hall.
“And what about my rate, suh?” The man suddenly lowered his voice, speaking to me conspiratorially. “Would you be able to help a man out? Y’see, I’ll be getting plenty o’dough here in the next few days, but right now I’m a bit short. Been travelin’ long, y’know, from N’awlins since last night, and I’m a bit strapped. If you give me a good rate, I promise, in a day or two I can be givin’ you a decent tip…know what I mean?” He flashed another toothy grin at me. “Really decent.”
I looked up at the man, a slight smirk on my face. It was obvious what this man was and why he was here, our hotel was no stranger to pimps and whores. If anything I found it hilarious how incredibly cliché the man was, right down to the accent and the gold teeth. I would not be surprised if I looked outside to learn he drove a Cadillac as well.
“Well, right now our rooms are $99 a night, but I’m allowed to go lower.” I considered. “How about $60? That’s way lower than I’m really supposed to go, but our manager won’t notice. If he does I’ll take the heat for it.” I looked at him questionably, waiting for his reply.
“OH, thank you! That’s terrific, just terrific!” The man exclaims cheerfully, obviously pleased. It was a good thing because I couldn’t go any lower, and really did risk getting in trouble for it. “Now, I’m going to need the escort bostancı room tonight o’course, but if I do need to stay longer…?” he raises his eyebrows. “I might need to keep the room for a few more nights, depending on how things go.”
“You can extend your stay whenever you need to, just let us know.” I explained. “And you’ll keep that rate because it’s what you started with. I got you.” I winked at the man, then asked for his ID so I could begin the process of checking him in.
He laughed and handed it to me. “There ya go! Marcellus Dupre, at your service!”
“Jonah,” I told him my own name, then took his ID with a smile and began tapping on my computer, going through the motions. The man, Marcellus, chattered away at me the whole time, going on about the differences in our weather with New Orleans, popular food there that he couldn’t find elsewhere, and other general small talk. Finally, I handed him his keys.
“Hey, you are a true gentleman and scholar!” Marcellus told me as he took the keys, and flashed his gold teeth at me once more. “I’m going to go find me something edible to eat round here…,” he pronounced ‘here’ with two syllables, “…and then I’ll be back later. I’ll probably have somebody with me, if that’s ok…?” He raised his eyebrows at me once more, as if asking my permission to have a guest in his room.
“Yeah, sure, of course that’s ok…,” I answered, slightly confused. I mean, I was pretty sure I knew what the man was here for but it’s not like I had confirmation of it. And besides, I didn’t think people ever needed permission to have another guest with them in a hotel room. No matter what the circumstances.
Marcellus lowered his head and gave me a sideways look. He smirked mischievously, like he was about to impart a great secret. “You know what I’m talking about, right my man?” he said quietly, speaking out of the side of his mouth.
I smiled faintly. “Yeah, yeah, I do.” I said, hoping I actually did. “Like I said, I got you, man.”
He grinned, then lifted his fist for a fist bump. I of course obliged. “My man!” he exclaimed cheerfully. He then gathered his bags, gave me an enthusiastic salute, then made his way down to our elevator. Our hotel was on the cheap side but it was relatively clean, and we had the advantage of indoor rooms as well. We even had a heated pool.
I watched Marcellus walk away, still grinning softly to myself. I knew I had just risked getting in trouble, not only for the incredibly low rate I just gave this man, but because I had just rented a room to an obvious pimp. One who even admitted he was bringing ‘clients’ back. And yet, he had promised me an extremely decent tip, and the risk I was taking was decidedly low. Our hotel manager was not around very often and preferred to let the place run itself if he could.
Besides, I was 18, so the thought of getting paid extra to watch a parade of prostitutes pass by on their way to do unspeakable things in the rooms under my watch was kind of thrilling. Almost like I was a pimp, mysel
Chapter 2
I never ended up seeing Marcellus for the rest of that night, and I let the incident go without further thought. I still hoped he might come back later and give me the tip he had promised me, but at the same time I knew that the man in question probably wasn’t known for his high moral standards, so I didn’t hold my breath. Besides, he promised it would be in a couple of days. After he had made some money.
The next afternoon I came in for my shift and the young girl that worked before me, Shannon, greeted me. She was also 18 like myself, and we had in fact gone to the same high school together. I never hung out with her there because she was considered one of the “weird” kids, and I had my own group of only slightly less weird friends that I hung around with.
She was a pretty girl in a nerdy sort of way, her body thin and flat-chested. She had gently wavy ginger hair that she usually wore down, and made a perfect frame around her small, freckled cheeks. Her teeth were just a little too large for her mouth, and yet she had very pretty green eyes above her short nose.
“Heeyyy!” she said with a toothy grin. She also had a pretty smile, and flashed it often. Or at least, when she was about to go home, which is when I typically saw her. I couldn’t speak for the other times.
“Hey, Shannon,” I said, already bored with the day. “Anything going on?”
“Nope!” she said cheerfully, and followed me back into the office where I began to set up my laptop. There was a time when the manager, Richard, would be there when I came in. Lately he had taken to leaving earlier and earlier. He wasn’t really managing anymore, and nobody really minded because he was kind of a jerk. Or, a Dick, as we called him behind his back. Now the office was free to whoever worked that day.
“Good. I like when it’s quiet. It’s boring, but it’s better than the alternative.
She escort bayan istanbul giggled. “I know, right? The other day this guy came and asked for my phone number. He was like 60 years old!” she squirmed uncomfortably as she remembered the moment. “Anyway, I’m so glad you’re here,” she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.
I was surprised, more by the suddenness than the act itself. Lately Shannon had taken to hugging me when I came in after a particularly bad day, and while it seemed a bit unusual, she was an unusual girl. There were things about Shannon that she kept mostly to herself and rightfully so, but as our relationship grew I had learned more than I cared to.
I hugged her back, being careful not to squeeze her thin frame too tightly. I would never admit it to her, but whenever she hugged me, it sent such a wave of pleasure through my body that it made my cock stiffen inside my jeans. Maybe it’s because I was being hugged closely by someone that was a co-worker, someone that normally wouldn’t hug you, and so that it made it feel almost taboo. Maybe it’s because some part of me actually found her attractive. Whatever the case, I tried to make the hug last, and I know she felt it when my bulge pressed against her flat stomach. She never said anything about it, but there was no way she couldn’t have noticed. And that turned me on even more.
We finally pulled away from each other. The way she smiled at me, you would almost think that she had a crush on me. And considering the way she always insisted on hugging me, that’s probably what you’re thinking. But the truth was Shannon had a boyfriend already. One that she was obviously very happy with. And I had a girlfriend that I also loved. Shannon was simply a very fragile girl, one that was prone to anxiety attacks.
She was also ruthlessly bullied by our boss during the day, in a manner that could not be more inappropriate, but that’s a whole different story.
For now, her shift was over and she was excited to leave. “I’ll see ya tomorrow!” she said cheerfully, and suddenly spun and made for the front door. As she did, the automatic doors suddenly swung open, and in walked Marcellus, my pimp friend from the night before. He stopped when he saw Shannon.
“Heeyyy, there’s my girl! Hallo, ma cherie! Did you think about my offer?” He smiled charmingly at her, speaking in his thick accent.
“Yeah, I think I’m good!” Shannon said, not slowing as she rushed out the front door. “Thanks, though!” Her voice is overly cheerful, but it was obvious that underneath she was extremely freaked out.
“Just let me know!” Marcellus said cheerfully to her retreating form, and he stopped to take a moment to watch her go. Her ass was very small but it was perfectly round, and it flexed suggestively as she walked away. A perfect little apple, smooth and just the right size for your hand, begging to be squeezed.
I stood by the computer, assuming my post, checking to see how busy my day was going to be. “Hello there, sir,” I said casually to the pimp as he approached.
“There’s my man!” he shouted excitedly, and slapped his hand down on the counter next to me. “Been a busy night, I tell you, SUH! Whoo!”
I looked up at him, vaguely amused. My heart raced as he mentioned his good night, because maybe that meant I would be getting my “decent tip” finally. “Sounds like things are going well for you,” I said, trying to sound casual.
Marcellus tipped his head down and grinned at me. One eyebrow lifted, and he chuckled. “You be wondering about dat tip, eh boy?” he said knowingly, his gold teeth prominent through his grinning lips.
I tried to look shocked. “What? No, of course not, I forgot all about that,” I said quickly. “I’m just making conversation. I like you, that’s not important,” I smiled at him, hoping he wouldn’t see through my façade.
The cheerful pimp chuckled, a deep throaty, laugh that was strangely infectious. “Yeeeeaah, we all lookin’ out,” he drawled in his deep New Orleans accent, and let out another loud cackle. “Don’t you be worrying none, boy, I got me some money coming in tonight, and they all gonna make me enough to last a couple of nights heah. You’ll get your piece,” he winks at me.
He walked away with a chuckle, and I retreated to the safety of my office, trying to decide what movie I was going to watch that night.
Chapter 3
It was later that night, probably around 8:30 pm, that I was suddenly startled by the sound of the phone ringing. I paused my movie and picked it up, giving my usual, “Front desk,” greeting, and suddenly heard Marcellus’ excited voice on the other end.
“Hey! Yeah, so, it’s me, Marcellus!” he shouted, much too loudly.
“Yes sir, I can hear you. What can I do for you?” I asked, sort of annoyed by the interruption and the way he was shouting at me.
“Yeah…tell me, boy…you know that cute little redhead that works in the mawnin?” he asked, still loudly.
“Shannon, escort beykoz of course,” I answered, already not liking where this was going. But his next question was not if I thought she would like to join him as one of his bitches, but something else entirely.
“She’s a sweet little thang, init she? Got a nice little pooper on her,” he said, and I frowned at this unfortunate term for it.
Since I was speaking to a pimp, I figured I could be honest. “Yeah, yeah she does. She’s pretty cute. But I’ve always had a thing for redheads, anyway.”
There is a pause, and then Marcellus speaks again. “Oh, I see, that’s good,” he said thoughtfully, though for the life of me I’m not sure why it was good. He didn’t explain it either. “Thank you, suh,” he said softly, and then promptly hung up the phone.
I set the phone down myself, really not sure what had just happened. It seemed like a very odd phone call, and my mind raced with the possibilities of what it meant. I returned to my movie, now very confused. If anything I felt worried for Shannon now, and what this creepy pimp had in store for her next. Part of me felt like I shouldn’t have spoken about her with him at all, and I suddenly felt guilty.
To make matters worse, my phone jingled again with the familiar text noise. I picked it up, and sure enough it was from my girlfriend, Maria. Tonight she was free, and had been sending multiple texts all night long.
This time she had texted a picture, and for a minute I got excited. The image took a few seconds to appear on my cheap phone, and I stood there holding my breath, hoping that for once maybe she had sent me something a little more exciting then a teddy bear picture. Finally it loaded, and I looked at it eagerly, hoping for something provocative. It was Maria, her face up close, making a duck face at me. Like she wanted to blow me a kiss but was too much of a diva.
There was a loud rapping sound from the front desk suddenly, and a voice called quietly, “knock, knock.” I looked up desperately, knowing I had to go do my duty.
“Hey, Jonah, where are you?” the voice at the front desk asked sweetly, and I scowled. I had to go. Still holding my phone, I went out into the lobby. After one last look at my annoying girlfriend’s pooched lips I shut my phone and dropped it on the counter.
“Girl trouble?” A voice asked, and I finally looked up at the person standing behind the desk. And when I did, my heart stopped for a moment.
She was a young girl, no more than a few years my prime, and she was unbelievably beautiful. Her face was thin and young looking, and her ginger hair was tied back in a partial ponytail tied with a thick, blue hair tie. Much of her hair still parted above her face and cascaded down around her ears. Her eyes were wide and pale green in color, and they sparkled with a childish mischief as she smiled at me. Her lips were moist and plump and pressed tightly together, her cheeks lifting as she smiled, making her face shine with a youthful vigor that made her look even more innocent. Her nose was covered in splatters of thick freckles that spilled across her cheeks and down her neck, trickling down to her exposed cleavage and the tender swell of her modest breasts. She wore a dark blue dress that seemed to compliment her eyes perfectly, and it hung low, giving me an amazing view of what she had to offer.
“No…” I stammered, at a loss for a moment. The girl was so gorgeous, so girl-next-door cute, that she actually rendered me speechless. “I was…that was…my…mom…,” I finished lamely. “It’s nothing.”
The girl giggled, a musical sound that I would do anything to hear again, and as she did her breasts jiggled gently. Just as I pushed my phone aside and prepared to focus all of my attention on her, the text sound went off again.
The young girl giggled sweetly. “Sounds like your mommy needs you again,” she said, still laughing. “Better see what she wants.”
I reached down and pressed the button on the side of my phone and silenced it, then I turned my attention back to the beautiful girl standing before me. “She’s fine, just being a mom,” I said, and waved it off. “She’s just being annoying.” This was only a partial lie.
“Ok, if you say so,” the girl said and shrugged, her voice full of good cheer. “So then you aren’t busy right now?” She looked into my eyes, wide and questioning. She fluttered her eyelashes at me a couple of times, as if she had something in mind, and my heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, almost a pale olive color with flecks of gold within.
“N-no,” I stammered. She was probably going to ask me if I could come up and empty her garbage or something else unpleasant. But even if that was the case, I would gladly do it for this vision of beauty before me.
“Good,” she said flatly, then bit her thumb briefly as she looked around the lobby. “Marcellus sent me down here. He said he owed you a tip or something.” She took her hand out of her mouth as she turned back to me. “Is this the only place we got? Is there somewhere more quiet? I’m guessing you can’t just, like, get a room…?”
“Whoa, hold up, wait….what are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused now. “Who are you?”
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