Please read my biography first of all.
Some readers will have read these stories before, and I have changed the titles. Yet, my friend insisted I join before passing on (due to being stressed out). My English is bad, as is my grammar, punctuation, and sentence construction. Please read on.
My trip was well worth it.
By Loony123tunes
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It's a bright Monday. I was up and dressed heading across the pond to good old USA. I wondered how I could spend all this money I had just inherited. I no longer need to work, trying to figure out how much I could spend every year. The sums I was doing I could not believe. Good God, I would be five hundred years old if I tried to spend it alone. With all this money, I was going to have sex with as many girls as I could.
I am 22 years old, 6ft tall, broad, well-built, and fit as a butcher's dog. I decided on the plane that the USA was my starting place. I left the airport and found a taxi.
"The Hilton," I said to the taxi driver.
I booked in for two months. Then I asked if I could speak with the manager. While I was waiting I was reading a notice. The desk clerk spoke to the manager on the phone. In seconds he was standing at my side.
"John George Baker is my name," I said to him.
"This will be a surprise to you...Do I need help finding a company that sells RVs?...I want to buy one. I am going to tour the USA," I said to him.
"What room?" he said to me
"Room xxx for two months...Only until the RV is fitted out to what I want inside it," I said to him.
"Leave it with me, Sir, I will find a company for you," he said to me.
"I see on that notice you have a gala ball on Friday night. Could you get me an invite...and could you give me the name of a good tailor?"... want some new clothes ASAP," I said to him.
"Leave it with me, Sir, he said. Then the baggage boy picked up both my suitcases.
"Which room are you in Sir," the baggage boy said.
"Room xxx," I replied to him.
In the lift going up to my room for now and whilst we were in the lift alone. I was talking to the baggage boy.
"Where in the city is the best place to find good-looking women," I said to him.
"Why Sir," he said.
"I want good sex with one or two good-looking women," I said to him.
He told me the name of a club down the road from the hotel. So I gave him a good tip. I unpacked my present clothes soon to be in the rubbish bin. Within minutes the manager called me on the phone. He asked if I was going out of the hotel in the morning.
"No," I said and asked him why.
"I have arranged for a tailor on Sir's behalf....he will arrive at nine am in the morning...Is that convenient to you Sir," he said.
"Yes," I said to him.
I had been travelling all day and was tired. I had an early dinner and got into bed. The tailor arrived at nine am and he measured me up. I ordered six suits and casual clothes. In short, a full new wardrobe.
"I need a tux for the gala ball this Friday evening," I said to the tailor.
"It will be ready for you on Thursday,'' he said to me.
I strolled around town taking in all the sights. Went to a restaurant and had my lunch. There was a good deal of older men there! With their young nieces, having lunch if you can believe that!
I finished seeing the sights so I went back to the hotel for dinner. I sat with my back to the wall. I was trying to work out what types of people were using the hotel. There were middle-aged couples and a few older ones as the night wore on. Different people came in for dinner. Then men at least fifteen years older than the young nieces with them. Girls in couples if you know what I mean! Also, young married couples as best as I could make out.
I left the dining room and headed out for the bar when a young man walked up to me. I had to look at him twice; it was the baggage boy.
"I know you are strange to the USA,...can I help you with what goes on around the city?" he said to me.
I look at him.
"Don't worry, I am straight...Ted Wilson is my name," he told me.
"I am off for the next two days and can give you the low down. If you want...I can give you a quick run round the city in my car...To show you the places you want to visit," he said.
"Ted, I want to be in bed by eleven," I said.
In the morning, I met up with Ted. I followed him to his car, it had seen better days. He drove me around the city giving me all the full low down. Where I could find the girls I was looking for. Who was willing to party with me for what I had in mind?
We returned to the hotel and arranged to meet Ted after breakfast. I was walking through the hotel. The manager came up to me.
"He has made an appointment for me at noon with a company that makes RV vehicles," he said. The manager gave me the company name and address.
"Sir, may I book a taxi to take you there," he said.
"No thank you, I will make my way there," I said, thanking him again.
I walked through the lobby heading for the front door. Ted was pulling up in his car. It had seen far better days.
"Ted, I have to be at an RV company at noon," I said to him.
I showed him the address and he looked at it.
"A slight change of plan," he said. Then Ted started to give me the low down on the places to date women.
"You might have seen girls in the dining room on their own!... Leave them alone; they are in the game. Only go to the places I will tell you about,'' he told me.
We were at the RV vehicle company dead on time. I asked Ted to come in. It looks like an old RV company from the outside. I told the man what I wanted. It was nearing the end of the meeting. The man taking the order stopped and looked at me.
"Sir, we have three to meet your requests..."Would you like to view them?" he said.
The third one I viewed, and was ideal. "How much is it," I said to the salesman.
"Two hundred thousand and it can be ready for you on Monday Sir," he said.
All a sudden Ted pulled me to one side.
"Sir, why do you want an RV?" he said.
"I wanted to tour and have sex in it," I said to Ted.