My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private, non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night. One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to what was known as The Inn Club.
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Every once in a while it's like karma decides you need a break, or maybe just a little payback. That's what happened during my last trip to San Francisco.
In the preceding week I had a particularly annoying time at home, a completely pain in the ass time at work, and to top it off the trip to San Fran had turned out to be anything but positive. Arriving on a Tuesday night, the customer meetings planned for Wednesday and internal corporate meetings planned for Thursday were initially no big deal. The customers were established fans of our company and the internal meetings were a check in the box kind of thing. Both of these assessments were true right up until the first customer meeting. After that I think the appropriate term is shit show.
While the customer may have been a fan, there is never an excuse to take a relationship for granted. I realize this sounds a bit silly given my home relationship, but business is business. The meeting with ZYcor (not my choice of name) was not mine and I was supposed to be in the supporting role. To my dismay, the responsible business unit assigned someone I had a rather low opinion of. To my further dismay, this person proved my assessment correct by utterly cocking up the entire affair. Of course, they did not realize they had cocked it up, which served to again reinforce my view of this person. The customer was clearly upset with us and our key rep had no idea. After the meeting this person even asserted that the customer just didn't get it. Shaking my head, the next meeting, run by another person from a different business unit, was no better. There is simply nothing worse that presenting without doing discovery.
That night I was so pissed that after a stern workout with the elliptical I had dinner, a couple of drinks and went to bed.
On Thursday I attended the internal meetings not really expecting much in the way of fireworks. To my horror, the senior person present, interestingly but not importantly, was a woman of about my age with simply stunning looks. I say to my horror because I could not stop fantasizing about her even as she cut the legs off of everyone present. I must hasten to add that she was fully justified, and the fact she has great tits just made it really weird and uncomfortable for me. Well, it was also uncomfortable that I had been present in those disastrous meetings and not simply taken control from the mindless dweebs who went on to wreck them.
All of this is to say that I arrived back at the hotel that night charged up on adrenaline, anger and irritation and went straight to the lounge at 10pm. I downed more than my usual number in a short time and when the bewitching hour of 11pm arrived, I was ready for some physical action. I was very much ready to pound the living crap out of the first woman to flash me a smile. Don't get me wrong, I was all about her having a good time, but what I really, really wanted was a pussy pounding fuck that would allow me to vent my frustrations in a most mutually beneficial way.
Shaking my head over my wayward thoughts, I had no sooner called for my tab than someone sat down at the chair next to mine at the bar. I turned to look at the newcomer and found myself looking at a middle aged woman, perhaps five or ten years younger than me, sporting too much makeup and copious cleavage. I leered overtly at the cavern formed between her tits and looked back into her eyes. "I very much hope there is something I can do for you," I said.
She grinned, but just a little. "That all depends on whether or not," she lowered her voice, "you have a card."
Well that was a good sign. I handed her one of my standard and simple cards. By now you should be familiar with it. The front read:
Alex
Player, The Inn Club
Xxx-xxx-xxxx
While the back read simply: solo, het
After reading both sides she nodded and handed me her card.
Tina
Player, The Inn Club
xxx-xxx-xxxx
With the reverse reading: duo, het, kink
As I raised an eyebrow in question, she withdrew her phone and unlocked it.
Tina: 'let me explain'
Me: 'of course'
Tina: 'if you are interested, it'll be just you and me messing around'
Me: 'but?'
Tina: 'hubby likes to watch, and we have a particular scene in mind'
Me: 'still here'
She looked up at me and grinned. My sour demeanor broke in the face of an eager partner and a promising encounter.
Tina: 'come to 417 in 20 minutes. You will find a scene, where, well, I am ready for sex. You are 'not supposed to be there' and you should act the part as you have your way with me'
Me: 'liking this so far'
Tina: 'ok. There's lube if you need it, and don't leave no marks. just a fantasy of 'unwanted' sex. Ok?'