“Hello.”
The voice was familiar. It was that of the lady who showed me to my room. I turned to her. She was standing right behind me, dressed in clothes I deem skimpy, a hundred percent seductive.
I felt the hard urge to ask her if she was a social worker in the hotel, or if she was merely doing the good work of showing people the way to wherever they booked.
“Looking for something?” she asked with a smile. I forgot to mention she had a cigar in the grip of her index and mid-fingers.
“Sure, I am looking for the club.” I forced a smile. “I was told there is a club here.”
She strutted closer to me with her cigar. “Yes, there is a club here, but I was told you guys are here for a charity and free medical outreach which would commence tomorrow.”
I nodded yes.
“Good.” She
