The Lonely Businessman

I checked into a hotel on a business trip and was a bit lonely, so I thought I'd get one of those girls you see advertised in phone booths when you're calling for a cab.

I grabbed a card on my way in. It was an ad for a girl calling herself Erogonique, a lovely girl, bending over in the photo. She had all the right curves in all the right places, beautiful long wavy hair, long graceful legs all the way up to her a$$... you know the kind. So I'm in my room and figure, what the hey, I'll give her a call.

"Hello?" the woman says....she sounded sexy.

"Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I'd like you to come to my room and give me one. No, wait... I should be straight with you. I'm in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot, and I want it now. I'm talking kinky the whole night long. You name it, we'll do it. Bring all your implements, toys, everything you've got in your bag of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night; tie me up, wear a strap on, cover me in chocolate syrup and whip cream, anything you want baby. Now, how does that sound?"

She said, "That sounds fantastic, but for an outside line you need to press 9."




P2

HAHAHA! omg. That made me choke on my gum. *coughs*

you DID tell her bout your pixie stix habit didnt you?

The following is a rare, true story from my first life.



So I was trapped on a business trip, in a godforsaken part of the USA Great Lakes area. A very blue collar area, save for the single hi-tech automotive factory that was my raison d'etre for being there.

Winter. Stuck in a cheap hotel in a small town for weeks on end.

The girls at the hotel counter were stuck there too; fairly intelligent, nice, good looking, but not degreed or anything. Unlike the business travelers, they were *stuck* there.

But these were imaginative girls. All three of them. After the first week, I noticed a pattern: they would call the hotel guests one by one, in the evenings. We were 95% men, and they were fairly selective.

About once or twice a week, each of the girls would be plainly visible in the indoor jacuzzi (though it was - 10 F outside) with a hotel guest. Wearing bathing suits that almost weren't there.

I have no doubt that they all made it far, far away from the land of their childhood.

(and no, DON'T even ask me anything personal about that trip )

... you were in town and you didn't even call to say hello?