I had gotten married and like my husband I went to work for his father at his small agricultural equipment firm. It wasn't a difficult job. Te pay wasn't great but our combined salaries gave us a lot more money had I not become a secretary. One January my father in law had a great business deal on the other side of the country and I had to accompany him. The deal went well and we were both happy that the company was about to secure a big order.
However the weather was becoming worse and we wondered if our flight would leave. It did take off but within an hour we were diverted to a middle of nowhere small town that I had never even heard of. Being part of such a small company we were flying coach and the airline had no responsibility to find us anywhere to stay even though we would have to spend at least one night there. My father in law, Bob, was very careful with his money too so didn't want to spend big money, as he put it, on a Holiday Inn or similar type of hotel.
He excused his miserliness by saying that they were probably all booked up. So we hailed a cab outside and asked to be taken to a small, cheap hotel or motel. The driver confirmed our fears that almost everywhere would be full due to the number of diverted and cancelled flights but he did know of one place that might have vacancies. As we drew up to the hotel there was no question that it was cheap. Across the road was a truck stop, where even though it was freezing, hookers were plying their trade.
The hotel itself was called 'Hotel Magic' and was displayed in huge red neon letters. Beneath the name, in red neon letters too was the sentence 'where dreams become reality'. I thought that either the hotel had been built in more optimistic days or someone had a sense of humour, as it was a dive that didn't look as if it had ever seen better days. As we got out of the cab a woman was being taken inside by two men. By her thigh high boots and short skirt she had to be a prostitute.
We waited as the three of them check in and I noticed how big her breasts were and how heavily made up she was. When we came to check in the clerk told us that there was just one room left and it had one bed. It wasn't as if we had a choice in the matter. The night was cold and this was the only hotel in town with any rooms at all. I had never been inside a room like it before. The light didn't work, but since the window had a huge red neon letter outside we hardly needed one but it gave the room the air of being as sleazy as the hotel was.
There was a smell in the room of sweat and stale sperm that not even my profuse spraying of perfume could get rid of. There were also several used condoms that proved just what the room had been used for. If that were no enough proof then the sounds coming through the paper-thin wall cast all doubt aside. As we undressed in that red lighted room the woman we had seen earlier was giving those two men their moneys worth and we could clearly hear what they were saying and doing next door. I got down to my silk camisole and panties and climbed into bed as I heard the woman moaning loudly. Then my father in law, dressed only in his boxers climbed into bed.
