The doors of the hotel are routinely locked during the wee hours so one must attract the attention of the concierge to even get into the lobby. I explain that I'm here to see a friend, no I don't mind him calling up to make sure that's OK with my friend since it's 2am. So much for the Belle de Jour technique of marching confidently to the lift (note: only possible during certain hours of the day!) The concierge shows me to the lift and up I go. I emerge about an hour later freshly showered asking to be let out.
Leather jacket and jeans with that behaviour: definitely rentboy!
4 comments:
Hey, that is SO funny! Maybe I need to take some tips from you. I am trying to rediscover my inner slut and I need all the brazen tricks of the trade that I can get!
I thought it was worth a laugh. Can't be taking oneself too seriously. It was kind of fun to look at myself through the concierge's eyes. :-)
There was just nothing I could say. Trying to say anything would only have made it worse. Smile and wear that freshly fucked look with pride.
I like your style ;-)
I've done quite a few hotel visits in my time LWW :-). I definitely always adopt the "walk confidently to the lifts" technique, the only problem being that the location of the lifts isn't always obvious. I guess the proper wentboys know the layouts of all the important hotels!
GB xxx
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