Can you keep a secret?
There’s a girl at work who I see every day, that never fails to make me smile.
She’s a cute little blonde with a devilish twinkle in her eye, and a whole lot of crazy rolling around in her head.
She used to date a former colleague of mine who, because of her profession, cocktail waitress at a strip club, assumed he had hit the jackpot in the bedroom. But after a few weeks of dating, sans nookie, his hopes began to fade.
Then, when things seemed bleak, she agreed to go away with him for the weekend.
Well, not quite.
That first night, as things were finally getting hot and heavy, she made a bold request, which he was more than happy to grant. She made her way to the middle of the bed, minus her lingerie, and got on all fours.
Sounds great so far, right?
She then demanded he have his “locomotive” circle the “tunnel” (this is integral to the story), not actually enter!
Does anyone else see the major flaw in this plan?
After a few agonizing minutes, his willpower, already stretched to the limits, crumbled and he made the decision to take the train directly into the tunnel, if you catch my drift.
Well. two seconds into the trip, the train was derailed, so to speak, and she hit every alarm she had. There was screaming and cursing, followed by her immediate retreat and the end of a very twisted relationship.
I can only assume he then proceeded to “take the train to the station” on his own, so to speak.
When he returned to work on Monday, he was reluctant to share the gory details, but they emerged slowly in due time. What makes the tale so much more enjoyable is the fact this young lady was a model for one of the hotel’s early ads. In it, she’s seated across from a young man, her petite head resting on one hand as she gives her companion a “come hither” stare. The picture makes you wonder just what’s behind her eyes.
I know the answer to that one.
Now, whenever I see her picture on room keys or a restaurant poster in the elevators, I can’t help but smile as I recall this deliciously twisted tale.
Just don’t tell my wife.
See you in the lobby, kids…