The three story red brick building looked old, but was fairly well kept. Manicured shrubs were trimmed to just below the first row of windows along the front face of the hotel. The main entrance had a large covered porch where you could drive up and drop off your luggage then turn your keys over to an attendant who would park your car for you. The attendant was a young white guy, probably in his early twenties, sitting on a chair reading a news paper. He was dressed in a uniform type suit and wore a chauffeur type cap. As Justin and Clark approached, he lowered the news paper for just long enough to check them out, then went back to his reading. The automatic doors slid open as they neared the doorway. They stepped into the lobby where the guest registry desk was on their left. An attractive young woman stood behind the counter busily typing away on the computer keyboard before her. The place smelled strongly of cigar and cigarette smoke. The wall opposite the reception desk had a huge framed painting of a pastoral field covered with yellow flowers and rimmed by trees. Below the billowy white clouds, the sky was filled with butterflies, some of which looked like they were about to fly right out of the painting. Below the painting was a sofa table with fresh cut flowers in crystal vases. An over stuffed sofa was placed just in front of that with a coffee table in front of the sofa where magazines and news papers were available for those interested in viewing them. On each side of the sofa were matching end tables with matching brass lamps, and beside them facing the ends of the coffee table were over stuffed chairs that matched the sofa. At the center of the back wall was an elevator.
Justin stepped up to the counter where the young woman greeted him with a smile, "Good afternoon, how may I help you?" She looked at Justin then at Clark who stood to Justin's right.
"Could you direct us to room 69 please?"
"Sure, use the elevator to go up one floor. Room 69 is down the hallway to your right near the end of the hallway on your left." She pointed to the elevator.
Justin said "Thanks." as they walked away from the counter and towards the elevator. Clark pressed the up button next to the elevator door. They stood there looking around while they waited for the elevator to arrive. Neither said anything. The doors opened to the elevator so they stepped in and pressed the 1 button which was just above a button labeled "Lobby."
When the doors opened again, they stepped out of the elevator then headed in the direction the receptionist had told them. They looked at the numbers on the doors and found room 69 to be the last room on the left.
Justin knocked on the door lightly with his knuckles. A moment later, the door was opened by a casually dressed man with dark short uncombed hair who was in need of a shave. "Yeah?"
"I'm Justin Justice and this is Clark," Justin paused for a moment looking at Clark who chimed in, "Clark Henderson." Justin resumed, "We were told to be here at around noon for a modeling job."
The guy opened the door further, stepped back and allowed them to enter, "Come on in." He beckoned for them to enter.
Just inside the door on the left was the open door to a large bathroom. On their right behind the opened door they just entered through was a closet with two sliding doors. As they stepped past the entry way area they found themselves in a large room crowded with equipment. A king sized bed centered on the wall to their left was surrounded by the video production equipment. At the foot of the bed and to each side were cameras on camera dollies along with lighting fixtures with reflective foils positioned to light the bed area. Each camera had a camera man who was busy doing stuff with the camera while a couple of other people were adjusting the lighting. There were also a couple of boom mike stands with arms just below the ceiling which extended over the bed area.
"Follow me," the dark haired guy said to them as he led the way to a door which opened to the adjoining room. They followed watching their steps to avoid tripping over the cords all over the floor.
