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The red glow of the hotel alarm clock read 7:59 p.m. Tony knew his date would be there momentarily. That still didn’t prepare him for when the knock actually came.
* knock knock *
“Oh God,” he thought. “Here we go.”
Tony had played this scenario out in his head a million times and he knew how he wanted to approach it but, it was still so different now that this was real life.
In porn, this is the moment where the viewer knows things are about to go down. The confident man opens the door, the escort comes in, they talk details and then the sex begins.
In real life, it’s so much more nerve-racking.
Tony looked at the clock one last time, took a deep breath and made his way into the bathroom right before the knock came. The way the room was laid out, it was the best way for him to make his first impression.
Tony had booked a nice little suite on the ground floor of a pretty busy hotel on International Drive, a popular spot for tourists going to and coming from Disney, which was 10 or so minutes down the road.
He chose the spot for its quick access to the interstate, because it was popular enough that people coming in and out at all hours wouldn’t seem odd and because he knew his wife hated tourists in her state enough that she’d NEVER accidentally discover him there. If you live in Florida, the last thing you want to do is deal with the zombie-like herds who come to the state, stuff their fat asses and triple chins into the same three chain restaurants and leave proclaiming it the best vacation spot in the world.
The suite was surprisingly bigger than he expected for the price and was organized in an ‘L’ shape with a kitchen area and a full-size fridge greeting visitors as they first walked in.
Tony used the fridge to store a few Gatorades for himself, a six pack of Coke, a couple of bottles of water and a bottle of champagne in case Alyssa was thirsty. He tried to cover all his bases with the beverages.
The room also had two tall chairs, a full working kitchen with oven and a sink and a beautiful marble counter. On the left of the kitchen was a bathroom, which had a small, enclosed shower, a large mirror over the sink and a full-size mirror on the wall.
It was the perfect suite for the tourist clients who usually booked it and, inside, there was a small living room space with a dark brown couch, a beige chair that was deceptively comfortable, a small wooden table to rest snacks on and two end tables with white lamps on them.
The living room led right into an open-area bedroom, which came equipped with a King size bed and a couple more end tables and lamps but was otherwise about as basic as could be expected.
Tony chose this room intentionally as it had everything he needed to play out the fantasy he’d had in his mind most of his adult life. He mentally envisioned this hundreds of times.
The plan was to leave the door slightly ajar, hear his companion knock, tell her to let herself in and seconds later stroll out of the bathroom casually to seem as confident as possible. He wanted to look like someone who had done this before and not a nervous rookie.