"Front desk. Chuckie speaking," a soft, effeminate voice rang out.
"Yeah! I'm in...uh...room two oh two. Can I get a late checkout?"
"How about one o'clock, sir?"
"That'll work. Thank you!"
The towering, lean guy with sepia skin and a shaved head set down the phone receiver. He turned to his wife and said, "I'm gonna run down and see what they got for breakfast. Want anything?"
"No. I'm good," she replied.
Cyril Hardwick walked out of the one-bedroom hotel suite. He bounded down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. When he rounded the corner to the front desk, he was shocked to see that the girly sounding dude on the phone was even shorter than he expected. And, he was certainly pleased with the raven-haired boy's curvy bottom filling out the khaki pants and his tempting moobs.
He went up to the desk and asked for a piece of paper. He scribbled out a note and passed it back to the clerk with a smile.
The plump employee unfolded the paper and found the following message. 'Do you like me? If yes, text me.' It was followed by a phone number.
-Hey there! It's Chuckie. Hru?
-I'm good. I'm Cy. I wanna have some fun with you.
-I can't now. At work. LOL
-I know. My wife and I check out at 1:00. I'll drive back up here tonight and get us a room.
-Oh really?
-Yeah. I like feminine men like you. You down?
-Yes, sir! What time?
-8:30 or 9:00?
-Perfect.
-Text me some pics. I'll call you after I get away from the wife later. And what's your measurements
-34 waist. 39 ass
-YOW!!!
Cy headed back to the suite and flashed a tell-tale grin at Chuckie.
Later that afternoon, Cy and his wife made it back home. "Dang it! I think I left my laptop up at the hotel," he lied.
"Oh no. Call them," she insisted.
"Yeah! I will once I get the bags inside."
"Okay!"
Cyril unloaded everything but the backpack that held his computer. He went back outside and placed a call.
"Hey, daddy," beamed the front desk clerk.
