I wouldn't say the first first time I saw him was unsuccessful, but I certainly wouldn't call it smooth either. I arrived at his hotel after midnight and had to be buzzed in by the front desk. I don't look like a hooker so I approached the desk with confidence, fulfilling his role as gatekeeper.
"I'm here to see Rob in room 1101."
The front desk man types into his magic box and replies, "I'm afraid we don't have a Rob in room 4201."
"You don't have a Rob or you don't have room 4201?" I was already suspicious of the room number as it would imply there are 42 floors, which there were clearly not.
"We don't have that guest."
Fuck. Fuck. I couldn't see anyway around this that wouldn't blow my cover. Fuck it.
"Hold on a sec," I tell him, and pull out my phone.
"Hi Rob? Yeah, hi, it's Alison, I'm just in the lobby and they say you're not in that room. Yeah... I had to talk to the front desk, they had to buzz me in... What room are you in honey? ... 4201? Ok, they say that room isn't registered to that name. What is your real name? ... Yeah, I need to know your real name if they're going to let me up. What? Say it again... Ok, hold on."
Fucking hell. "It's Gedi," I told the front desk man, "Yeah, G-E-D-I"
"You can head on up," He said kindly. He totally knew what was going on. Ugh.
When I left he was there at the desk with the security guard.
"Leaving so soon?" He asks.
What do I say to that?!
"Yup."
He said goodnight, then followed it up with, "You're very pretty."
Ugh. Unsolicited comments like that just creep me out. I gave a quick thanks and continued across the massive lobby for the door.
"Come here,"
No way! I slow, and turn my head to look at him, "Yes?"
"Can I get your number?"
"No, that's ok" I chuckle. How fucking weird?! But then I wonder, he knew what why I was there, without a doubt, so did he want the number for himself, or did he want the number for future guests? Oh well, I guess we'll never know.
I want to say that Gedi was a sweet young boy, but he was probably close to my age. Twenty-eight or nine, I'd guess. He was East Indian, and had the meticulous and paranoid traits of someone who was from India, but the last few years in California had really rubbed off on him, and he had a cheerful and slightly flakey disposition about him. I liked him. He was shy but very very sensual. He spent most of the hour exploring my body with his lips. Not kissing or licking, just... tracing. My head wasn't in the game, and I thought it was weird. I made all the appropriate oo's and ahh's while I thought about whether or not season three of Boardwalk Empire had finished downloading on my computer.
The second time I saw him I was more prepared to enjoy his attention. When I was there tonight, seeing him for the third time, it was game on. I reveled in it, I did my best to reciprocate, but he didn't want me to. I don't think I could have even matched him on his level if I tried. The man spent 12 minutes exploring the back of my right leg. Twelve! He found an erogenous zone on the back of my calf muscle. He made out with my knee pit. He spent a considerable amount of time focusing on the bottom of my heal. Who does that?! Then he moved on to my left leg, and repeated the whole thing. It was amazing. He barely paid any attention to my naughty bits, and the sex lasted less than five minutes but it didn't even matter.
