September 22, 2019
One thing that you may have surmised from my previous entries: the vast majority of the encounters I have take place at the Lodge. It's the secret around which all the relationships with celebrities I have revolves. At this point it's their place as much as it is mine. And while I would love to go hang out in downtown L.A. and meet up with whoever wanted to go clubbing that night, this would create so many problems that it wasn't feasible.
So, when Emilia Clarke told me that she wanted me to be there for the Emmy's while she was in town, I was quite perplexed by the request. Us meeting anywhere other than the Lodge was unheard of (aside from our first encounter, but that didn't count because the rules weren't established yet). But Emilia explained further, and when she laid it all out for me, it made a lot of sense. It stuck to the secrecy requirements easily enough, and it still allowed for us to have fun. I remember the night it happened very clearly.
I drove in to Los Angeles early in the afternoon on that Sunday. The town was of course abuzz with people as the Emmy's were prepared. This could have made things more difficult, but luckily where I was going was nowhere near where the awards were being held. I just had to make the usual careful moves to avoid being seen doing anything that would connect me to who I was meeting. That was all taken care of however, since I was meeting Emilia right at her hotel.
I gave my car to the valet outside the hotel, and went inside. The hotel was quite fancy, and there were several security personnel minding the lobby already. I could only wonder who else was staying there at the moment. I didn't care, however, knowing who was waiting for me in one particular room. I paid no attention to anyone else in the lobby, and went to the front desk. When I said I was picking up a package left by the room number Emilia texted me, I was given a white envelope. Inside was a room key.
Nonchalantly, I took the key and swiped it to access the elevator. Security watched me, but once I had the key and was clearly going somewhere with a purpose, none of them said anything. The panel in the elevator scanned the key again, automatically identifying the room I was going to. The ride took me to one of the upper floors, and when the doors dinged open, I was met with the quiet stillness you always find in a hotel corridor.
Emerging from the elevator had me notice a sign guiding me to the different banks of rooms, and I followed the arrow towards Emilia's room number. The corridor wound down further and further, until finally I took one more turn and was in a corner. The door to Emilia's room sat far off from any other door, hinting at both how large the room was and how private it was meant to be. I raised my hand and rapped my knuckles on the door in quick succession.
Click. Click. Swing. The locks unlatched, and the door opened up to reveal Emilia. She gave me a coy little smile as she raised her hand up to the door and looked at me. Neither of us said anything for a moment, instead taking in the sensation of meeting each other outside our usual location. Emilia raised one hand and beckoned me inside with a seductive flourish. I entered quietly, and Emilia closed the door behind us.
Click. Click. Emilia reset both the locks before turning back around to look at me.
"Hi there," she said, her expression instantly perking up and flashing me her trademark grin.
"Hello hello," I said as I looked at her back.
Emilia was not yet dressed for the awards. It was early in the day. In fact, she was very dressed down, wearing only capri sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt. She was also completely devoid of any makeup. Despite this, I was instantly drawn to her, because you know what Emilia Clarke looks like without makeup? Still goddamn gorgeous.
Emilia walked by me as I stood there, awaiting her cue. Many of the girls in the house liked to boss me around in some form or another, but Emilia was the one who did it the best. She could wordlessly get me to do her bidding, and I would instantly snap to attention whenever she had a command for me. She did it right then at that moment, stretching out her hand as she walked by. I leaned my head down and kissed her hand several times, admiring her soft skin and the slightly perfumed scent she always had.
"Come on, I'll give you a tour," Emilia said as she beckoned her hand to me.
The two of us walked through the opulent, almost excessively large hotel suite. The door led into a sitting room, that had a couch and two chairs encircling a coffee table next to a gas fireplace with a tv mounted above it. On the other side of the room was a large counter with several swiveling bar stools in front of it, hiding a small kitchen behind it. The other thing to note about the room was the inordinate number of windows it was made of. Most of the walls were glass panes that allowed me to see the sprawl of Los Angeles below me, and while it was a great view, was not exactly my scene.
From there we walked through the bathroom, which was as luxurious as one would expect in such a hotel. Marble sinks, fancy tile, whirlpool tub, all that. I still liked the Lodge's better. Emilia had a collection of toiletries already set out, but it was otherwise clean. We passed through quickly and emerged out the other side into a spacious walk-through closet. Emilia had one garment bag hanging on the rack, but nothing else. Her dress for the evening. I badly wanted a look at it, but Emilia passed by it without a word.
We emerged from the closet inside the bedroom, which thankfully had those odd semi-electronic blinds that switched the majority of the windows to a darker shade. We could still see out the window, but it no longer felt like the entire world could see in because the other side was darkened. Emilia's bags were opened with a few things set out, but one thing that was undisturbed was the bed. As we entered the room, Emilia hurriedly scooted her way to it and then flopped herself down on it, laying on her side.
When I went to join her, her eyes turned up at me, "Now, I'm going to give you fair warning. We have some time to kill, but you absolutely cannot wear me out before the show."
"And what exactly does 'wear you out' consist of?" I asked as I started to climb into the bed, but stopped partway through.
