On those rare occasions when something goes wrong, this is also a good reminder for me to be understanding about it.
I think if providers do reviews, it would be totally differant....no sex acts, or anything.....lol it would be more about us and not the actual gent. maybe a bit like this:
Sending a text out to my "new to me date" as I was leaving my house, ensuring him that yes, I was indeed wide awake, freshly showered, shaved, and headed to the city at 6:30 this morning, which puts me running right on time. After a brief stop at a store to purchase a box of covers, I make it on the interstate, and I pull up my list of 3 star hotels that are saved on my phone.
As I call the third hotel, the receptionist cheerfully announces they were sold out the night before and will not have a room available for check in until after noon, which will not work for my scheduled 8 a.m. appointment. I then inquire to why the local hotels seem to be a bit busier than usual. I was informed that there was a group of traveling senior citizens in town which has filled up all of their rooms. A bit perturbed, I thanked her, hung up my phone, and continued to call the next hotel on my list.... a cheerful man's voice answers at The Holiday Inn and assures me that yes, they do have 1 room open, and it will be their "handi-capable" room, if that would suit me well. Answering yes, that will do me very well, and thanking him ... informing the polite man I will be arriving very soon.
Ten minutes later, I am at the front desk, and as I watch the desk clerk frantically looking at his computer for that room he was sure he had open, I checked the time on my phone. Wanting to make a good first impression for my date, being late was not an option. I forced a smile and told the clerk "It's okay... these things happen... I know another hotel I can go to so don't worry about it. I appreciate your effort though." And with a quick wave, I gathered my bags and rushed back out of the big glass doors.
After tossing my bags into my backseat I quickly slid into the drivers' side, pulled my door shut, and snapped on my seat belt in one quick move. Then I am starting the car's engine with one hand as the other holds my phone and starts dialing a backup, a 2 star hotel, that always has a room for me. Far from my first choice for a good impression, but a less than the stellar room is better than no room at all.
A quick hello to the desk clerk.... they know me here, it's a clean and comfortable place, and I am one of the few that is allowed to pay with cash. They treat me well. I tossed down my cash, and he quickly hands me a room key.
Making a dash for the room, making sure the key works and setting down my toy bag and a couple cold bottles of water, I head back out to my car to find something sexy to put on. As I'm rushing to my car, I send out a text to my date that I was successful in finding a room, and I am still on time. Popping open my trunk, I am reminded that I am way past due on cleaning out the mess of lingerie, stilettos, and toys that fill it up. Sorting through for something clean and not too wrinkled, I settled on an outfit that won't require me to put on thigh highs and heels... which will shave a few minutes off of my prep time but left me a bit disappointed....my first impression is nothing like I had hoped it would be, not at all. Giving myself a quick kick in the ass, I rush back inside and to my room.
After a quick wash of off of my "lady parts", I pull on my sheer purple babydoll dress and satin black panties. There is one last thing before I send the room number and that is to brush my teeth and rinse....I always leave this as the very last thing. And with a clean mouth, I send the room number, happy to see that I am on time. I anxiously wait with one hand holding my phone, one on the door handle, and my eye on the peephole.
In just a matter of seconds, there he was, walking up to the door... and just as he pauses, I turn the handle and quietly pull it open. I am completely hidden behind the door except for one hand with manicured nails, and my smiling face peering out. Again, I think of the less than stellar first impression I am giving, but it is 8 A.M., I have already accomplished so much, and I am determined to give this man the best date of his life. Originally Posted by Suzanna Turner