Work started out crappy tonight. Lots of drunks wanting to check in, be it with reservations or not. Then drunk people who needed keys. Then after my runner left, people who wanted crap taken to their rooms. Seeing a guy throw up in a corner, and then blow snot rockets and spit.
All that has been erased from the ledger. Because I got an unusual phone call at about 1:15am. Was it from the love of my life _aurora_? No. Some long lost person from my past? No. Some couple that I checked in earlier knocking their phone off the hook during sex? Yes.
Phone rings, a room number displays, so I prepare my answer "Front Desk, How can I help you?". I answer and say my thing. Silence. I wait, since the drunks can be slow... "Front Desk" ........ *moan*...........
I hold on a second, because maybe they really did call for a reason, or are just fucking with me. louder "Front Desk, How can I help you?" More moans. I delay hanging up the phone for a little more and decide to take a break from the desk. All in the name of seeing if it was just some people messing with me. Since that happens quite a bit on the weekends.
In the name of keeping the peace, because they were getting loud just on the phone, and if it was a prank, they needed to cut it out... yeah that sounds right.
I got the security guard to watch the front while I went on my adventure to the unknown. I take my time, because I am happy to be out from behind the desk, and by the sound of things, I had at least a few minutes.
I made my way upstairs and immediately heard her. He was a quiet one (a shame because I could have used a laugh at some outrageous exclaimation on my way to what awaited me). I turn the corner and their curtains are open, not the sheers, but the blackout curtains are right where they started when they got in the room.
I casually glance and *moan scream moan* all I can see for sure is that he is still in his socks. I laugh and move on, the sound of her moans chasing me down the hallway. So now I am wondering if they just knocked the phone off, or decided they would give who ever answered a little show. Either way, it was funny and is a story to tell.
The moral, if you are going to have sex with the lights on in your hotel room, and you aren't going to close the curtains.... TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS!
All that has been erased from the ledger. Because I got an unusual phone call at about 1:15am. Was it from the love of my life _aurora_? No. Some long lost person from my past? No. Some couple that I checked in earlier knocking their phone off the hook during sex? Yes.
Phone rings, a room number displays, so I prepare my answer "Front Desk, How can I help you?". I answer and say my thing. Silence. I wait, since the drunks can be slow... "Front Desk" ........ *moan*...........
I hold on a second, because maybe they really did call for a reason, or are just fucking with me. louder "Front Desk, How can I help you?" More moans. I delay hanging up the phone for a little more and decide to take a break from the desk. All in the name of seeing if it was just some people messing with me. Since that happens quite a bit on the weekends.
In the name of keeping the peace, because they were getting loud just on the phone, and if it was a prank, they needed to cut it out... yeah that sounds right.
I got the security guard to watch the front while I went on my adventure to the unknown. I take my time, because I am happy to be out from behind the desk, and by the sound of things, I had at least a few minutes.
I made my way upstairs and immediately heard her. He was a quiet one (a shame because I could have used a laugh at some outrageous exclaimation on my way to what awaited me). I turn the corner and their curtains are open, not the sheers, but the blackout curtains are right where they started when they got in the room.
I casually glance and *moan scream moan* all I can see for sure is that he is still in his socks. I laugh and move on, the sound of her moans chasing me down the hallway. So now I am wondering if they just knocked the phone off, or decided they would give who ever answered a little show. Either way, it was funny and is a story to tell.
The moral, if you are going to have sex with the lights on in your hotel room, and you aren't going to close the curtains.... TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS!