Raphael sat at the bar top of his favorite dive bar. Having been stood up by a date he was scrolling Tinder, hoping for a quick one-night stand. He swiped right on a profile of a curvy, cute redhead wearing glasses and dressed in a slinky black dress. Immediately the screen flashed that he'd received a new match.
"Sweet. Maybe tonight will be fun after all," he thought as he clicked on her profile to message her. But before getting to the chat box he noticed the lack of personal information in her bio. It oddly only listed a few things.
1. Hilton on 5th Ave, room 1807
2. Flip the sign to "Do not Disturb" and close the door if you wish for privacy. Please leave the door open and the sign on "Please Cum In" when you are finished.
3. The blindfold stays. No names. No pictures.
Raphael stared at the directions. "Surely this has to be a prank or a bot," he thought.
But the profile had multiple photos of the same red headed girl, her name showing Crystal. A curvy body and luscious tits falling out of all of her tops. He scrolled to the final photo and his jaw dropped. It was definitely a real picture of Crystal - standing in front of a hotel room door with the same number as in the bio. In her ruby red lips she held the room key with the Hilton logo very clearly shown. The key wasn't in her hands however, because they were instead covering her nipples, the rest of her tits and body fully on display. Her legs were crossed sexily to hide her pussy.
"Well fuck. That's the proof then," he mumbled out loud. Pulling out his wallet, he tossed a twenty on the bar top. That should cover the beer and a generous tip.
He stood up and headed out of the bar, quickly walking down to 5th Ave. If he didn't go now he knew he'd talk himself out of this. "But you were just looking for a quick fuck. And this girl has a hotel room already," he said out loud to himself.
As he entered the hotel lobby he spotted two guys fist bump each other as they walked out of the elevator. Their shirts were disheveled slightly and one was slipping a wedding ring back on. "Damn think I could convince my wife to sleep with folks like that?" the one with the wedding ring asked as they passed by Raphael. He was definitely in the right place.
He walked straight to the elevator and pressed floor 18 before fixing his hair and shirt in the mirrored walls. Thankfully no one else had gotten on with him as his cock was starting to grow in his pants at the thought of the great fuck he was about to have.
He watched the floor numbers climb and in no time it flashes "18". A chime played as the doors opened. He expected to see a long hallway but instead was greeted by a small walkway with just 8 doors. This didn't seem like the presidential suites but something similar.
Just a few steps away he spotted the door labeled 1807. It sat slightly ajar and the typical "Do Not Disturb" sign hung off the handle but this side read "Please Cum In". Pushing the door open revealed a small suite. Immediately he could see a small kitchen, breakfast island, and a simple living room. He saw colors flashing from the tv on the far wall but it seemed muted. Oddly there seemed to be just a couch in the living room - there was no armchair though there was space for one.
Raphael took a step in and started to look for the door to the bedroom before remembering the rules. He flipped the sign and closed the door. It shut louder than he expected and he jumped slightly at the sound. But after a long pause no one emerged, so he looked around again. The door to the bedroom was propped ajar as well and he could smell sex in the air.
"It's not that late - how many men have come through here?" he thought as his cock grew firmer, pressing against his jeans zipper. Looking around he decided on exploring the living space before stepping into the bedroom.
The kitchen had a bottle of champagne opened as well as a half drunk bottle of beer. Opening the fridge he saw the hotel provided beers and quickly opened one. In the living room the flashing lights from the tv grabbed his attention. It was playing a porno, two cute young girls tied up and surrounded by men. The video was almost over and the men were filling their cunts with cum. He picked up the remote and unmuted the TV; the girls' moans now filled the quiet space.
On the other side of the couch was the bedroom door. As it sat ajar, a low light slipped through. He walked forward and pushed the door open a bit more.
