Part 1

Jay and I got in midnight on Thursday August 7. We stayed at this hotel called the Paramount in the Times Square area. There are no signs anywhere on the outside of the building. Just a glass door into the candlelit lobby. At the entrance, there was a slab of what appears to be marble with many holes in it, and in each hole was a red rose. It made me feel like I was in a mausoleum.

Our room was tiny, with a low hanging lamp right smack in the middle of it. Smack is right. I got my head smacked by the damn thing. Jesus! We kept propping it up against the tall TV cabinet. Oh, we had webTV, so I finally got to experience the frustration of not being able to download and watch videos online. Navigating with the stupid arrow keys… argh! I need my mouse!

There was a vinyl print of “The Girl with a Pearl Earring” by Vermeer above the bed.

After freshening up I called our friend, who was driving a cab that night. “Hey Mitch!”

He said he had just parked his cab in the garage and was on his way. I met him downstairs on the street, gave him a big kiss and a hug. He grabbed a cheekful of my ass. I looked around, embarrassed. I try to be as invisible as possible in public. It’s how I can get away with so much in private.

“You look great!” “So do you!” Small talk while he’s finishing his cigarette. “When are you going to quit smoking?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” he picked up his backpack and skateboard. “I like smoking.”

We walked into the hotel. Mitch grabbed my ass again on the way in. I wondered briefly what the reception staff thought of me walking up to my room with a second gentleman tonight. Then I remembered I was in New York City, and that the staff of this hotel have seen it all.

In our room, Mitch took out the six pack he carried in his bag. He’s just like old times. He just played his music on a cable TV show. He brought us a CD. Mitch is one of Jay’s oldest friends. They go back to art school together, met when they were 18 year old virgins.

“So you want to shoot a porno?” Mitch asked.

I did. Jay had the camera set up on top of the TV cabinet. The two of them began touching me and undressing me.

Between moans, I told them, “Tonight, I want no cock in my pussy.”

“What? No cock in your pussy? But…”

“I want you both only in my ass and in my mouth.” I ordered.
“Good girl…” Mitch whispered.