It Pays the Bills

10/100: Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do..

It’s just going on noon. I’m getting settled in my usual spot on the bench outside the hotel.

Got my lunch, my tablet and a jumbo coffee. I’m read for the show.

Yup there he is, right on time. He saunters down the sidewalk in my direction. Every female he passes gives him a long look. he never makes eye contact with any of them, but his lips smirk so I know he is aware of their looks.

I take bite of my sandwich as he moves to the hotels doors. The doorman opens the door and gives him a respectful nod. He glances around as he enters. I know he doesn't really see me. I’m nondescript, I blend in, and I look nothing like what he prefers.

I snap a picture with my tablet. It looks like I’m reading, but I’m not.

He disappears inside.

Now the game begins. Can I pick out his afternoon delight from all the women who enter the hotel. It’s a fifteen minute window. They usually arrive not to long after him. So far they have ranged in height, hair color, how they dress, age, etc. He hasn’t had the same one twice. (I have the pictures to prove it!)

Hum, I think I have her pegged. Time will tell if I’m right. Well ninety minutes, that’s the standard time frame.

I finish my lunch. Play a couple of games of Bubble Pop. Check the clock.

Read a couple chapters of the Bodice ripper I’m currently reading.

The doorman moves to open the door. It’s him and her. I almost pump my fist. I picked the correct Miss Right Now.

He walks her to a cab parked at the curb. Being the gentleman he is (I scoff under my breath) he opens the door for her. They are standing behind the door, but I see the move he makes on her.

He leans in, touches his lips to her neck and whispers in her ear. His hand glides up under her skirt. With a gild of his hand he lifts the skirt up her thigh. He slides it around the cheek of her ass, which I can see from my vantage point.

He keeps whispering to her. I can see his lips barely moving. He moves in closer to her. His hand moves further behind her. She runs her hand up his arm. He shifts. She gives a startled jump, with a gasp.

He chuckles. Slides his hand from under her skirt. Puts his fingers up to his mouth then licks them. She shakes her head at him. Slides on to the seat. He slams the door, and the cab drives off.

He watches as it disappear around a curve. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he strolls away with a smirk on his face.

Like I have for the last month, I’ve filmed the whole encounter.

I wonder if he will still be smirking when his wife uses all the photos and videos I taken to take him to the cleaners.

Like I said “it’s a dirty job, but somebodies got to do it” and it pays my bills.