1. Neon Nights


    Date: 11/5/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    and we got one another on a level that no one else could have understood. At night, when the hotel corridors were dimly lit and lonely, it was always good to catch up with him. We sometimes went out together, dressed up and hit a casino, nightclub or fancy restaurant but most times we’d share a beer out the staff entrance and figure out new money-making schemes. I wondered if he ever even thought of the future, and what he planned to do when he got old and his looks faded. I brought it up one night as we hurriedly changed the sheets in a room we’d rented out and his attitude was blatantly uninterested. “What do you mean, the future?” “Like, in ten years. When we’re old. Are we still going to be fucking the guests or what? You ever think about meeting someone, getting married?” He’d laughed as he tucked in the sheet. “People like us don’t get married. We don’t make it that far. Live fast, die young, hopefully.” Live fast, die young . I thought of the way he rode guests’ supercars through the garage, a hundred miles an hour, the screeching brakes and the smoke. He frowned at me. “Why’re you talking like this anyway?” “I don’t know.” I said evasively. “I just got to thinking. I’m not gonna look this good forever, am I?” “Make the most of it while it lasts, then.” He straightened up and eyed me doubtfully. “Sex is about money, nothing else. Relationships and all that, it’s for idiots.” “You think? So you wouldn’t ever consider getting married?” He hesitated and then shook his ...
    head. “Never,” he said emphatically and he left the room, leaving me to pick up the used condoms. *** Ethan was right. I figured that life happened in stages, and through each of those stages, the only constant was myself. People came and went. No friendships lasted forever and if I was the only constant, then why care about anybody else? I was tired of worrying about what people thought, of fitting into their expectations. At the same time though, I was searching for some kind of meaning to life, something more than work and desires. I felt like we were all trapped in some kind of game, like actors in an unscripted movie. It was easier not to think about the bigger picture. So long as I kept my mind on housekeeping and making money, I got through the days. Be efficient. Do a good job. Be punctual. Look professional. Have a positive attitude. Quality customer service means customer contentment. I remembered the rules from orientation and they stuck with me, even while I was hooking up with guests. It was much easier to laugh and live lightly than fall into the cycle of thinking and guilt. I kept a smile on my face and soon enough, it felt genuine. The money kept rolling in. I lost count of the number of guests I’d been with. It was all one big blur of sweat and bodies and all I knew was that there was cash stuffed into every hiding place in my tiny bedsit. On days off, I would sometimes get it all out and count it. There was something achingly lonely about sitting on the floor ...
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