I work as a Hotel night clerk at one of the largest hotels in New York City. Every night, I struggle to stay awake, and welcome thousands of tourist to the greatest city in the world.
The hotel industry, I have found is my career niche, because I love people, I am very intrigued by different people. And as you can expect, you meet very interesting and people at night in New York, especially in Times Square.
About six months ago, there was a large convention at the hotel. It was the annual, Adult Video News Convention. There was every, porn star, producer and magazine publisher of adult literature In Attendance.
That day, just about every male working at the hotel, walked around holding his crotch, and drooling at the mouth, at the sight of all the beautiful and willing women there. As you can expect as well the women working at the hotel hated it, you just don't know how many, " She's not all that's" was uttered that day. As for me? Well, yeah! I was in heaven, but I was just too damn tiered to enjoy all the sights that morning of check in. So, I just decided to arrive for work a little early, to gaulk.
When I left the hotel, I stopped at a news stand a few blocks down to pick up a Daily News, and while paying for it, I noticed out of my eye a magazine hanging there. I turned and looked, and of course it was one of those, Men's sex magazine. Now, I try not to look at or buy those things, because I figure it's not really good getting one all excited over seeing a nude woman, who I know I would never met, yet make love to. But I'm just a sucker for a beautiful face, so most times I give in.
As I stood there contemplating whether I should buy the damn thing, I got a thought, well actually something hit me, figuratively speaking. " I work at a hotel in which a large adult sex convention was being held, maybe I could meet one of these girls."
The woman on the cover of this magazine had caught my eye before, every time she appeared, I would always look at her pictures and read the interviews she gave.
She was truly amazing. Physically, of course she is what every man fantasizes about, a nice tan complexion , a knock out body, long beautiful hair, well taken cared of hands. But the interviews I read, revealed that she was very intelligent as well as beautiful , which in my mind made her even more sexy. Her name or at least she said her name was Tera Patrick. She said in an interview her father was English and her mother was Thai, put the two together and "BAM" you have a drop dead gorgeous offspring. Anyway I thought maybe, just maybe she would be there, at this convention, and maybe I, unlike other guys, would meet my fantasy girl......... Hey it was a thought! As I made my way home I could not help but think of the possibility of meeting a woman who I had secretly obsessed over for, at least a year, but I didn't want to become too excited because there was a chance that she wouldn't be there.
I got home around nine am, and found a message on my answering machine. It was one of my managers at the hotel, he asked if I wouldn't mind coming in around five, to help cover the shift because of the amount of people that would be checking in, he also said I wouldn't have to work the overnight if I did. Well I really hate the overnight shift, and I'll do anything to get off it, so I agreed.
Afterwards I tried quickly to go to sleep because I would have to wake up in about five hour to head back to the city. I couldn't get any good sleep, because of my excitement, but eventually I did.
I woke up before my alarm clock rang. I was tiered but, kind of rested. I turned on the news and the weather report said that it was , at two o'clock, ninety five degrees, and that evening it would only drop about five degrees.
I took a shower, and got dressed. By the time I headed out it was around three thirty, so I figure I would get something to eat and just take my time going to work. I hopped on the uptown "A" train from the world trade center, it was as always packed during that time. As I stood on the train, tiered as hell, hanging almost lifeless from the lack of proper sleep, I noticed a women at the other end of the car, who somewhat resembled Tera, the women I was hoping to meet, but I thought "can't be she would be at the hotel by now".
I couldn't help but stare. I must have caught her eye because she looked back and smiled. Was it her? I don't know I thought , everyone in those magazines looks different in person, so I just shrugged it off, and closed my eyes.
After about fifteen minutes or so, the train arrived at the 42nd st. stop. I got off and walked up the steps to the street level, by this time it was about four o'clock. I had an hour to get something to eat, and just prepare myself for the rest of the day. As always when I'm hungry in Times Square, I eat at Tad's steaks which in my opinion is the beast steak one can buy for under twelve dollars.
After I ate, I walked the short one block up to the hotel, and walked down to the lockers to change. I over heard many of the male workers, talking about the "bad Bitch's" that was around the hotel. I thought to myself, "would she be there?"
I don't know, I felt kind of stupid for thinking and feeling the way I did, I mean I was literally one of at least one million men who have seen this woman and felt this way. What would make me, different? What would make me stand out so that she would notice? I looked at my watch, I had an half hour to figure something out. Then I thought of it, something simple and to the point, just get a card and give it to someone to give to her. It sounded too simple, but a few years ago I got a girl to call me just by sending her a funny card. If I wanted to do this, I had to act fast, my time to punch in was near.
One of the great things about Times Square is that everything is here, so I didn't have to go far for a Hallmark card. I quickly looked for the funniest card there was on the rack and bought it. As I walked out of the store I noticed a floral shop, I ran in a got two long stemmed roses and had them put in a box. I ran back to the locker room of the hotel and put the card and the roses in my locker. I barely was able to punch in on time, but I made it.
The front desk was for once full of people checking in at that time. I shook everyone' s hand, said "hi" to everyone there and took to my station. I stood by a young man who is a part of a special club, he and two other workers , a club in which I made up and gave them membership to, it is called P.B.3, which stands for perverted bastards x 3.
These three guys always talk about sex. One college kid there doing an internship, swears they aren't getting any because they talk about it too much. Anyway, I asked John of pb3, what was the babe count for the day? He almost instantly replied, "there is some fly ho's in here tonight". I had to laugh because, if the first lady of the U.S. checked in , he would call her a "fly ho." John respected women, but didn't give them respect, if that makes any sense.
The time went past quickly, before I noticed it was eight o'clock.
"Shoot , I got to head down to the ballroom, to see if Tera was there." I punched out for break, and headed down to my locker. I felt really stupid going to a porn convention with a gift wrapped box, so I just left the roses in my locker. I took the service elevator to the level were the convention was at. As I walked in the doors, my mouth dropped at the sight of all the beautiful and barely dressed women.
"Damn!" I thought, this place is too big and I have no time to walk around, and look for her. "So close but, yet so far away ."
Just as I decided to leave I literally , bumped in to one of the, I guess featured women there. A very beautiful and sexy black women by the name of Crystal Knight. "Damn, I never thought I would meet her."
She was very polite and friendly as well. We talked for about twenty minutes or so about this and that. I was enjoying her company so much, I had forgot I had to get back to work, so I excused myself and started walking out. "Well at least I got to talk with someone, may not be who I wanted it to be with but , .......HEY!"
Just as I was about to walk out of the ballroom, I remembered in an interview, Tera said she had did some work with a Crystal Knight, it had to be the same girl. So I ran back and asked her if there was a Tera Patrick, attending the convention. She said yes, and asked if I want to meet her?
" No! I mean, Yes! But I,......I have to get back to work. Could you just give her this card, and ask her whenever she gets a chance to come to the front desk on the eighth floor and ask for Jason." She said she would do that for me.
I ran back up to the desk and took my spot. Every five minutes or so I would look at the clock to see how much time had elapsed since the last time I looked at the clock, and I would look at the elevator to see if I saw any women resembling Tera, but nothing. Time went so slow after that. BOY MEETS GIRL
Eventually mid- night hit , and no one came to the desk asking for me. I had felt like someone had just told me that my parents had died, and everyone noticed, my emotional downward spiral.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" One of the managers asked.
"Just tiered. I said. I'm banking out."
I grabbed my cashier drawer to lock it up for the day. As I was making sure I was, "on the penny", John came into the vault and said to me,
"YO MAN, SOME FLY ASS HO, is at the desk asking for you!"
"Alright , tell her I'll be right there."
I didn't think much of who it was, because a lot of women I check in, try to get free up grade, by flirting or fling the hair, etc. sometimes it works but tonight, it ain't happening.
I walked from behind the desk to the lobby and looked at John to see who wanted to talk to me, he pointed to the information rack.
There I saw a women who was about five foot nine, with long dark brown hair, and highlighted accents. She wore a very short mini skirt, and one of those handkerchief tops. Her legs looked unbelievable, they were long and smooth to the eye. She had also on sandals , her feet were perfect, toes done in a French style.