These are true stories. When I got out of the military I put myself thru college by working as a night auditor at resort hotels on the California coast. To this day I think I got a better education at work than at school.
As a hotel night auditor my shift ran from 11:00 PM to 08:00 AM. The first couple hours were pretty busy but after that the work slowed down and the nights became quite interesting.
Everyone at the hotel was excited; a major rock band was staying with us that night after a local sold-out concert. Between the “boys in the band”, their roadies and the groupies they had taken over the entire top floor of the hotel. By the time I got to work the place was a zoo. People were everywhere, all of them drunk. Most were young, good looking and in various stages of undress.
About 3:00 AM I got a call from a guest on the floor below the rock group complaining about the noise, the 50th of the night, but also complaining about lots of smoke! With visions of a raging fire burning down the hotel I ran to the stairs and headed for the top floor.
Coming out of the stairwell I was greeted with quite a site. There were at least fifty people in the hallway. It appeared half of them were passed out from booze or drugs and the other half was well on the way. The smoke was from a barbeque sitting in the middle of the elevator lobby. This was strange enough but it’s not every day you see one attended by a beautiful 20 something redhead wearing nothing but a smile.
“You’ll have to put that fire out,” I said, trying to keep from drooling over her perky tits. “I’m getting complaints.”
“Complaints about me?” she said, her pale blue eyes sparkling as a smile began to appear. “I haven’t had a complaint all night.”
