Motel service par excellence!
NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
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"Excuse me, sir. I understand you might be looking for a two-hole punch?"
That's what she said when I answered the door.
I was in the motel I was staying at during a business trip out west. The flights in had been OK -- nothing special. No late flights to complain about, no bizarre seatmates. Just a nice seven and a half hours of flight time in those comfortable and spacious coach seats (haven't found the "sarcasm" font yet -- and it wouldn't carry over to the site anyway).
When I checked in, the young lady at the desk, Kelsey, was very polite and professional. I tried to be the same way, but it was difficult as she was quite a little cutie. About five-five. Some people (idiots) would say she was maybe a little heavy. I'd say curvy with a very strong chance of nicely huggable. Blond, with a short but feminine haircut. Delicate little ring in the piercing on one side of her nose.
I managed to get checked in without flirting with her and dragged my stuff up to the room.
The following morning I met my fellow travelers in the small eating area for their buffet-style breakfast and noticed the desk was manned (literally). We finished our breakfast and headed out into the wilderness to take care of the reason for the trip.
After a long day, we returned to the motel that night and took advantage of the manager's reception -- another small buffet-style meal served in the same area. We'd stayed in the same motel several times when conducting business in the area so we were quite familiar with the place and it had almost started to feel like "home" -- but just barely "almost".
That night the desk was being attended by another beautiful young lady by the name of Carlie. She was about five-ten and looked to be fairly fit. Light brunette hair. Since I'd already checked in, I had limited contact with her and managed to keep from flirting with her as well.
The next night, the young lady at the desk was Alexandra. She was the one that caught my eye.
I don't have a "type". At least not appearance-wise. But there was something about her that drew me. And that made me cautious.
Not scared. But definitely cautious. You can't ever be too cautious in my line of work.
She was about five-seven and had dark brown hair -- really dark brown hair -- almost black. Not the kind that comes out of a bottle, just a really, really dark shade of brown. Shoulder length with bangs cut straight across the front with a little under-curl.
It appeared she had a tight figure, almost a runner's body, from the few short glances I had taken at her from near the desk and from the service window near the little "convenience supplies" section. Coincidentally, when they were busy at the desk, that window gave some stunning shots of some really nice backsides.
From my seat with my back in the corner of the eating area that afternoon, I could look up and see her as she first glanced our way and then took longer and longer looks our way.
I watched out the tops or the corners of my eyes without making direct eye contact to see who it was she was paying attention to, but it was difficult to make it out from that far away. As we sat and ate, all the members of our small party got up to get seconds or drinks except me, and the glances kept coming toward our table.
After a short while I decided to grab something else to drink myself. As I moved through the room I kept my face pointing toward the buffet area but watched her, again out of the corners of my eyes, as she tracked my progress. Interesting.
I got my drink, went back, sat and finished our discussion, then went up to my room.
Over the next few days I made it a point to talk to Kelsey and Carlie every time I passed the desk, with a "good afternoon" or a "have a nice night". I didn't avoid or intentionally exclude Alexandra, she just didn't seem to be working as often.
But she was working every few days and every time she did and I happened to be eating down there her eyes were almost always focused in that back corner. A few times she seemed startled to find a customer standing across from her and then she appeared to have to think about what she needed to say. Also interesting.
A week and a half into the trip I was working on some reports as part of the project and decided to print copies of them and put them into a folder to keep organized, so I saved them to a data-stick, carried it to the business center, pulled them up and printed them.
I stopped at the desk and asked if she had a two-hole punch I could borrow for a minute or three. Carlie looked around the desk and even went into the back office, but when she came back out she said she couldn't find one. She was sure they had one, but she just couldn't find it at the moment. I asked if she by chance had a one-hole punch as I could just mark the holes and punch them individually. She looked again and wasn't able to find one of those either.
I told her I'd try back again later.
The next night as I came through the lobby, Kelsey got my attention and told me they had found the two-hole punch. After dinner I went up to the room, got the reports, took them downstairs and punched the necessary holes. I thanked her and gave her the hole punch back.
A few nights later, I noticed Alexandra working the desk as I passed through and made it a point to say, "Hey, Alexandra. How's your day going?"
She started, then smiled shyly at me and said, "It's going OK so far."
I paused and said, "Just OK? Not fantastic? Or super? Or outstanding? Just OK? Sure hope it gets better for you," then continued on to the buffet.
She kept looking my way as I ate, but this time she smiled every time she looked my way. When I finished eating I took a right past the convenience supplies window and looked in as I did. Of course I looked in.
And she was bent slightly over the desk pushing her butt out a bit -- which was cool. What was cooler was that she smiled even bigger when she saw me check her out as I went past since she was looking over her shoulder.
I ran out to the car to grab something then, instead of coming in the door at that end of the building, I walked quickly to the front door and came inside. As I walked past the desk I said, "Hey, Alexandra. How's your day going?"
She stood up from where she was leaning behind the desk with a confused look on her face, turned and looked over her shoulder at the convenience supplies window, then back at me as she smiled still with that confused look on her face and said, "It's going OK so far."
I said, "Just OK? Not fantastic? Or super? Or outstanding? Just OK? Sure hope it gets better for you."
As I walked away I heard her say something to herself. It sounded like she said, "It's going to," but when I glanced back as I turned the corner she was looking down at something on the desk.
I went back to my room, watched TV for a while, then turned it off and went to sleep.
I had actually already woken back up (thanks to still being on east-coast time while working on the west coast) and was trying to decide whether to get out of bed or not when I heard a soft knock on my door.
I slid out of bed and moved toward the door, checking to see how many shadows were showing through the gap under it, then approached it from the side and leaned across to glance through the fish-eye lens.
