The poppers do its job as I walk into the maze of dark halls and white towels.
A stranger gives me the look and invites me over to his room. Once inside his room, I fail to follow protocol and ask his name.
“¿Qué?”, he replies.
“¿Cómo te llamas?”, I ask.
He looks at me and signals me to be quiet with his finger to my mouth. He pulls down my towel and pinches my nipples. I take the poppers to my nose and look for light switch and turn on the light.
“¿Qué haces?”, he asks.
He turns off the light grabs my ass. I reach for the light and turn it on again, asking him if I can see his face.
“No”.
“¿Por qué no?”
He turns off the light again, leans back and asks me if I want to leave the room. I keep the light off and find the remote in search for better porn.
Then it’s over.
I clean myself up and start to walk out.
He gently tugs my towel and turns on the light.
“Happy?” He asks.
I stare at him.
He couldn’t be older than 40.
Beautiful wavy black hair and a brown body that shines even in the bad light of that small room.
“¿Cómo te llamas?”, I ask again.
He smiles, turns off the light and asks me to leave the door open.
I walk back into the maze of dark halls and white towels and call it a night.
