This is a shared fantasy. I was in Iowa in April in some podunk town with one light signal and the only hotel in 25 miles in any direction. There was a girl who I got to know that worked the front desk. We chatted about whatever, but there was sexual tension there, for sure.
She told me about “the bar” that the hotel had, which you could tell was part of her routine greeting along with the ice maker location, etc. There were only like 3 people in the whole hotel that week – not joking. The 2nd floor was not being used at all.
So this “bar” was just a sad little room that looked like a sitting room, with the lights off, but she told me like 5 times in less than 2 days about it, and I have to be honest, I was kind of hoping that was her code language for “come fuck me in this other room.”
I am sure if I tried I’d get pepper sprayed or some shit, get home the next day, write a post about it, then the girl would reach out via Tumblr and say “Holy shit! That was you? I totally would have fucked you! I wish I knew.”
Anyways. I think that fantasy is hot as hell. Love your take on it.
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