Scott was bored. Sitting at the front desk of a hotel at four AM, alone for the past three hours, tends to do that. Laundry was done, breakfast was done, all his schoolwork was done and the night audit wasn't for another two hours. All he had to do was sit at his laptop browsing literal "safe for work" content and wait for the last check-in, who at this point probably wasn't even going to show up.
When he was offered this job, it sounded great. Weekend night shift at a two-star motel with no one to bother him, save for the occasional meth head he had to shoo out. As an eighteen-year-old high schooler, it sounded perfect. But with the hours ticking by at a snail's pace and nothing interesting online, he now craved any kind of social interaction that didn't involve threats to call the police. Even the regular with constant unreasonable requests every night would be a welcome distraction.
Scott wheeled the squeaky, uncomfortable desk chair over to the motel's computer. He found the last check-in scheduled and read the name. "William Beaumont" it read.
"Sounds a bit French," Scott pondered, desperately searching for anything interesting, "Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll have some kind of accent."
As he considered that pointless and inconsequential thought, he heard the front door open. In walked a man Scott guessed was in his mid 50's. He was quite tall, with a decent build, greying black hair in a short clean haircut, and a bit of messy stubble indicating he didn't hadn't shaved for a couple days. He wore a blue button-up shirt, tan khakis and his only luggage was a small canvas duffle bag and a briefcase indicating he was here on business. He looked a bit haggard which was to be expected considering the time, but still awake enough to give Scott a friendly smile.
"God damn, he's hot", Scott thought, already trying to think of ways to stall him in order to have some meaningless small talk and keep him in view.
"Hello, how can I help you", Scott recited from his mental script. He was never told how to address customers but considering what he remembered about the other employees that worked at the motel, anything above a grunt acknowledging a guest's existence was pretty damn polite.
"Hi, I have a reservation for yesterday." replied the man in a deep voice, a slightly worried expression on his face, "I know it's late but I was wondering if it was still active?"
"Oh, don't worry, we don't move into the next day until six. I'll just need your ID, and I can get you checked in right now."
The man looked relieved and quickly retrieved his ID from his wallet and handed it to Scott. "William Beaumont, age 58 from Connecticut," Scott silently read from the ID, mildly disappointing Scott that he had a pretty bog-standard American accent rather than the French he had imagined. The disappointment was cut short when William flashed Scott another smile.
"So, is there any sort of nightlife going on around here?" asked William, as Scott went through the overly complicated motions of checking him in.
"Not on a Sunday night in this city there isn't. Or Monday morning, I guess." Scott released a small chuckle at the mistake he'd made a dozen times.
William, after returning the chuckle, said, "Right that makes sense, I suppose," then looked around nervously before continuing," Maybe a... gay bar or something?"
Scott, caught a bit off guard, managed to stammer out, "N-none that I know o-of, not old enough and all th-that, b-but I can look that up for you real quick."
"That would be great, thank you". He gave Scott another smile while Scott quickly multitasked, checking him in and Googling gay bars in his city.
"Unfortunately, the nearest gay bar is about forty minutes south of here," said Scott while handing him his key. "Also, you're in room 117."
"Aw, that's a shame. I don't have nearly enough time for that. Thanks for trying, though," replied William taking his key and picking up his bags.
"No problem, and if you need anything else just come on down. I'll be here all night," said Scott, mentally praying to every god he could think of that William would come back.
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. You have a good night uh..." William leaned over the desk to get a closer look at Scott's nametag.
"Scott", Willam said as he nodded goodbye and walked down the hallway, out of sight.
"You too. Hope to see you later." Scott returned, not sure if William heard that the last part.
Scott sat back in the terrible chair, it squeaking loudly in protest. The high of human contact, let alone with a guy as good looking as that was wearing off, leaving nothing but bored frustration. He felt his cock at half-mast in his pants and lamented not being able to take care of it for another few hours. Scott remembered the security camera practically boring a hole in his head, a constant reminder not to do anything "inappropriate" while at work. Scott settled in with a sigh, ready to go back to counting the seconds until his shift was over.
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Sixteen minutes, thirty-four seconds later, Scott heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Scott put whatever nonsense a teenager, bored out of his mind, thinks of on hold and tried to look alert. Eventually, the footsteps turned the corner and revealed they came from William, wearing the same clothes, but his hair indicating he just got out of the shower. Scott gave a genuine grin which William returned.
"Welcome back, did you need something else?"
"Yeah uh... do you... can you look up something else for me?" William looked around even more nervous than when he asked his first question.
"Uh sure, what did you need," Scott replied, his curiosity piqued.
"Do you mind looking up "male escorts" in this city. I had a bit of a trip and I would like to uh...relax." William said with an emphasis on "relax".
"Oh uh... sure let me see here." Scott quickly typed it into Google. The only results that came up were either obviously fake stuff you'd see advertised on the side of porn sites or were for the much larger city an hour away. Scott even tried using Bing and Yahoo with similar results before explaining the issue to William.
