RSSThe One Night Stand
November 18, 2011
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The hotel’s restaurant was nearly deserted on a Tuesday night – just a handful of loners stuck in this God-forsaken place on business trips. Ah, the places people go for money, thought Charlie, as he pulled open the door and entered the establishment.
He loosened his tie and took a seat. A few seconds later, the sole waitress came over and handed him a menu. As she leaned over to fill his water glass, her low-cut blouse afforded Charlie a pleasant view. After a moment, he re-directed his eyes to the menu.
“What’s good here?” he asked.
You are, he thought to himself. He noticed the name on her name tag. Cheri. Perhaps you could be mon chéri, oui? Charlie absent-mindedly fingered the gold band on his finger as he entertained fantasies of the lovely waitress.
” – and the ribeye is very popular, of course.”
Charlie realized this his daydreams has distracted him from Cheri’s description of the specials. He pulled himself back to reality and enjoyed the real-world vision of his dream girl.
“Yes, I’ll go with the ribeye,” he said, recovering his composure. His eyes followed her across the room as she gave his order to the chef. When she glanced back toward him, he turned his eyes to the television, appearing to be engrossed in the news.
Did she just give him a wink – or was it just his imagination?
The ribeye wasn’t bad, considering the locale. As Charlie finished the last of his bourbon, the waitress brought out his check. He gave her a generous 30% tip, and charged the bill to his room. He hated to part company, but perhaps he would bump into Cheri again.
At first glance, it appeared to be a credit card – but Cheri noticed that it was a room card. It would be easy to just take the card out to the front desk … but Cheri could also provide some personal service and return the card personally. The gentleman had charged the meal to his room – room 319.
She had caught him giving her long glances – or had she? Had fifteen years of marriage given her an active imagination for such things? Cheri tossed the card into her apron – she could make a decision at the end of her shift.
Cheri spent more time than usual counting her tips. She held the stranger’s card in her hand. Should she go up to the room? Her husband wouldn’t be home tonight.
The elevator chimed as the doors opened. Cheri turned left and walked a few steps. She stood nervously in front of room 319. Then she made her decision. The card slid into the door and the small light flashed green. Cheri quietly opened the door and entered the dark room.
The room’s occupant was asleep in the bed. He hadn’t waited up for her. Was this all a misunderstanding?
In for a penny, in for a pound, Cheri thought. She kicked off her shoes and began to unbutton her blouse.
A moment later, Cheri slid her nude body into bed next to the stranger. She reached down to awaken him.
Charlie awoke with a start. When a momentary fog cleared, he was looking into the eyes of the beautiful waitress. Sometimes dreams do come true, he thought, and moved to embrace her.
Cheri left the room as the sun was beginning to peek above the horizon. If she hurried, she would still be home before her husband.
Charlie checked out of the hotel around nine.
“Hey Charlie,” said the woman behind the counter. “Did you and your wife enjoy your date night?”
Nov 28, 2011 @ 20:41:25
Now that was a sweet story. 🙂