“Do you have a room available for the night?” the man asked the clerk behind the check-in counteract the swanky hotel.
“Do you have a reservation?” The desk clerk asked the man.
“Um, no I don’t,” the man said. “I, uh, actually had an unexpected change of plans and need to stay in the city one more night. So a room, do you have a room or not?”
The desk clerk tapped on the keyboard of her computer. “We have several rooms available. Do you want a king bed, queen bed, double….”
“King,” he said, interrupting her. “Hurry it up please.” He looked around behind him, appearing to be a little nervous.
“We have a very nice king room on the eleventh floor, facing the park. It’s $240 a night. Will that due?”
“Yeah, fine, just give me the key.”
“I’ll need a credit card for that, Mister….”
“Smith, Mr. Smith,” he said. “I’m paying cash,” and he put two hundred dollar bills and two twenties on the counter.
“I’ll need a credit card, Mr. Smith, for incidental expenses, like the minibar or room service,” she said.
Mr. Smith pulled another hundred dollar bill out of his wallet. “This is for incidentals” he said. “I’ll square up when I check out in the morning. Just give me the fucking room key.”
The flustered desk clerk gave the man a keycard for the room. He took it from her, walked across the lobby to where a tall, sexually dressed, strawberry blonde woman was waiting for him. When he got to her, the blonde woman hugged the man, took his arm, and the two started walking toward the elevators. As they passed the check-in desk, the blonde smiled and winked at the desk clerk.
Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction Challenge. Photo credit: Cyranny. (Yes, this took me more than a minute to write.)
This, That, and the Other 
Now I see this going one of two ways and that’s all I’m gonna say. 😉
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😏
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When I was working as a housekeeper in a hotel we sometimes got guests who just wanted a room for a few hours during the day. Some had been travelling and just wanted to get some sleep. Some of them had other plans.
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😂
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And they didn’t want to spend time in a kind of place that is catered to such brief stays.
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Actually it was and is a nice hotel not at all sleazy but occasionally we’d get these guests and occasionally we’d get working girls who would rent a room for a few nights. All very discreet.
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Yes. Not all people involved in (I’m considering, now, not sex for pay) trysts — nor all Jons (or prostitutes or prostituted people) or traffickers — look sleazy. And, of course, they can try to show up anywhere.
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Good one Fandango! ❤
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Thanks, Carol Anne.
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Sounds like he might have spent a little more money on the night.
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