Thank you for reminding me of one of THE MOST embarrassing moments of my working girl history!!!
My guy was running late and I wanted to get my room service tray out of the room.
Back then, I wore a diaphanous robe for him. It was a see through purple thing that barely covered the upper thighs. Nothing else.
I scooted the tray outside of my room and was trying to get it to the right place. And I locked myself OUT of the room. Pretty much as naked as you could be.
After a few moments of praying to whatever God that I was praying to, trying to do a Vulcan mind melt, anything, to the door lock to suddenly open, and summoning Saint Jude to help in the cause, I saw someone walk down the hall. One female was coming in from a conference.
She was a nurse and so I thought at least she was used to seeing naked people in various forms of undress. I was freaking out but trying to remain calm.
She called the front desk.
In about 3 minutes, a running-down-the-hall manager, a doorman and following behind was my client wondering what in the hell was going on. It's not like I could CALL him to tell him what was going on.
It could have been comical if it was happening to someone else.
So there is the nurse, a Sheraton manager, a bellman and a bewildered airline pilot looking at me, pretty much naked, in the hallway.
I was red faced. Dying in side. Hoping the Earth would swallow me immediately. I was willing to go to Hell forever. I wanted to die. Please, just let me be somewhere else. This was only a dream! That's it. The thoughts that ran through my mind, not to mention that it was likely that I could get arrested, was also in my head.
It was awful. I was thinking that I was about to get a review that was going to ruin me.
The hotel manager apologetically opened the door. Looked around at the whips, floggers, the 12 inch black dildo, and other various other items, looked at my client who I had NEVER met before (and would never meet again) and the hotel manager asked for my ID.
I still pretty much nude. With the nurse, the bell hop, and my client still standing there.
So I showed him my ID. Introduced myself. Still pretty much nude. Looked at my new friend and said that I thought it was time for the manager to leave now. More awkwardness.
He was relatively worldly but honestly, not THAT worldly. He wasn't really all that amused. At least he was single. I was still horrified.
But we continued with the appointment. He said that he had something for his memoirs. And that was it.
Ugh. Just ugh. lol
Elisabeth
P.S. Later on, I spoke to that manager. Clothed. He said that what happened to me wasn't that uncommon. And shared a few bawdy stories with me.
Never do this at a hotel!
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