{More memories here. "Loving wives", other people's, not mine.
Right after my first marriage went down the tubes, I decided to get the hell out of Dodge so to speak. I grew up as a farm boy, got married way too young, did my bit in a war and managed to get a hole in me. My sexy wife turned out to enjoy sex too much and I found out she was spreading it around while I was gone.
Shit happens, oh well. But that was too much for me.
Divorce.
And I decided to go to college.}
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College takes money, unless you do like I did. Military helped of course, not like they do today, but quite a bit.
I moved to Vallejo, California, to live with my Grandmother. They had a junior college there, a community thing and the price was.. well.. free!
Now that I could afford. Save the GI bill for later at some good school.
But, I also needed a job, and they appeared to be in short supply. I was early for school, something about there being a residency requirement so I was at my Grandma's place way early.
No money, no job prospects, what to do?
I had an Uncle, he worked in Reno and they had a spare bedroom. He was a bell captain at a major hotel, the surprise to some might be that the money was great!
Now, living in Reno would not exactly meet the residency requirements for free college in California.
Easy answer, just don't tell them, I was living with Grandma and only visiting my Uncle Mel if anyone asked.
Nobody ever did.
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The hotel even supplied the uniform, the pay from them was not exactly all that high but taking a guest's bag up to the room was nearly always worth a bill or two. At least from regular people, I had one famous actor give me a quarter once, he had seven bags with him.
"Thank you sir, I will add this to my college fund." I told him, I concede with a trace of sarcasm.
He didn't even change expression.
Plus, there was no need for much training, let's face it, shove the cart into the elevator, ride up, take it to the room and unload, smile sweetly, get a tip.
Not rocket science there, except I really was not used to being around people much, even in the military it took me a long time to adjust. But I figured I could do it.
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One thing, I was young, cute, well built from years working on a big ranch as a boy, plus the military toughened me up even more.
In places like hotels in Reno, it can sometimes be a bit like Vegas that has the reputation of being sin city. Not quite as nutty, mind you, but things happen.
For a small percentage of the guests, a young and cute bell boy can become a bit of a target. My Uncle Mel even took me aside and warned me about some of what could happen, big grin on his face when he did that.
The first week I was expecting to see some of what he mentioned, like the lady would answer the door in a robe, or just a towel, or very rarely, naked.
Nothing happened, nothing at all. So, I more or less forgot about that part, and did my best to please people, get those tips. That was pretty good, too, I was averaging around $30-50 per day. Not bad considering I was on the midnight to 8 AM shift, there were less checkins and more carrying booze or meals up to the rooms.
One lady asked for a sewing kit, I about fell over when they handed me one to take up to her. I found this very pretty young woman in a robe, a gown on the table, the zipper pulled loose. Then she asked me if I knew how to sew it up.
So, I did it for her (farm boy, don't ask, yes, I know how. I had to be able to fix clothes, we couldn't afford new ones.)
She handed me a $10 bill, my biggest single tip at that point.
I told the guys at the bell station about that, no one believed me, they accused me of getting laid since I was gone so long.
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My shift boss was a woman, her name was Clara, she was in her 40's and about 200 pounds. Big smile all of the time, and easy to work for. The room runs all had to be relayed by order forms, there was no such thing as cell phones or anything like that back then.
So, I always tried to hurry, beat the other bell guys to her area, she would grin and hand me the good runs. I think she liked me, to be honest, she called me "sweetie."
"Got a bottle of Jack and some coke, to room 4112." Clara grinned at me as I came trotting back from delivering some food up to the Penthouse suite. All high rollers up there, usually just a buck or less for a tip. Why rich people are so cheap I don't know, maybe that is why they are rich? But at least food orders had a service charge, and that got shared with all of us and the kitchen. 10% of maybe a $20 order, split five ways? Hey, it counted up.
Room 4112 was one of the big rooms on the end, it had double doors and they were huge. Usually rich people in those, too, since they were $300 a night. But rich people mostly gamble, so they get the rooms for free, comped they called that. I never did get that part.
I mean, they give rich people free stuff and make average people pay?
Oh well, off I went to the bar, grabbed the order and up I went.
A bald guy that looked to be fifty opened the door, gave me a big grin. He had on boxers and a sleeveless T-shirt which did nothing to hide his somewhat rotund belly.
"Yeah, come on in, put the stuff on the bar, I will get you some money." I walked in, there lay a woman in the bed, covers pulled up to her waist, tits bare!
I know I blushed, I know I did. I managed to make it across the room, set down the bottle and the soft drinks. The guy was rummaging around in a suitcase, he found his wallet and pulled out a bill. I was trying to not look at the woman who just lay there, making no move to cover up.
"Pay no attention to the wife there, she ain't bashful." The guy laughed like that was a joke or something. Then he handed me the bill, I glanced down, it was a five dollar bill, normal was a buck.
Just then the woman slid off the bed and got up. She stretched, smiled at me, then walked across the room, poured herself a drink. She was stark naked, her rather hairy dark bush made that obvious.
I think I just stood there, sort of frozen in spot. She turned towards me, leaned back against the bar and took a sip of her drink, still smiling. I looked, of course I looked. She was about 40 or so, rather pretty, clearly in very nice shape.
The moment became awkward, I was staring, the guy stood there looking at me, the woman stood here smiling at me and I realized I was starting to get a boner. I thanked them, then managed to escape.
Back down on the main floor, I checked in with Clara. There were no runs, so all I could do was wait.
"Hey, Danny! How did it go with the Johnsons?" Clara asked me. I must have gotten a puzzled look on my face.
"4112?" She added.
"Oh. Man, the woman had no clothes on and the guy acted like he didn't care." I told her.
"Yeah, they come in about every 2-3 weeks, stay for a few days. They have lots of money, and he seems to like showing her off. I thought you would get a kick out of that!" She laughed, it was almost a cackle.
"Hey, Danny! Do you know how to do massages?" Clara asked me a few minutes later.
"What? No, not really. I mean, just with.. you know..?"
"Girl friends?"
"Yeah." I was blushing again.
