My thanks to Susurrus for his help editing this true encounter. As with my other stories the names have been changes for the privacy of the individuals involved.
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Every year I produced a stage show for one of my clients. It was their big annual convention and they loved flying all their franchisees to romantic locations. The year in this story, it was in Maui.
Normally I would have loved being there even if I had to work, but this year, not only was the budget a little tight - as usual - but the island was jammed with tourists and rooms were scarce. We ended up having to double up on crew quarters, something I rarely do, both for the privacy of the crew and myself.
We weren't only sleeping two to a room, for this trip we were even more crowded. I had a still photographer, my stage director and myself in the same room. To make matters more cozy, the photographer's wife showed up, having been on a business trip to Japan. She figured she could stop over in Maui on her way back to the mainland.
So here we were - in paradise - but stuffed four to a room. Chuck, my photographer, and his wife Lisa took one bed, and Mark, the production manager and I took the other. I have to admit it was pretty good-natured of Mark to agree to it since he was a straight ex-marine and he knew I was gay. But, we were professionals and I had long ago learned to separate my sexual urges from my business. They don't mix very well, at least not that often.