Post by rich121 on Feb 18, 2022 9:15:53 GMT -5
A black SUV pulls into the parking lot of the Rise Uptown Hotel in Midtown Phoenix, Arizona. Jester LeBeau steps out and makes his way to the concierge desk…
Jester: “You have a room for me under LeBeau.”
Concierge: (types and checks the computer) “Yes sir. 10 nights, poolside firepit room, clean on request only, non-smoking. Let me get your key for you.”
Jester: “Wait… NON-smoking? Weed is legal here, right?”
Concierge: (bringing over the key card) “Well, yes recreational marijuana is legal now in Arizona, but our room are all non-smoking.”
Jester: “I don’t know if I brought enough edibles for this. I’m going to need to check out the local dispensaries and see the competition. Although I hate to go off brand… Are there any rules against doing lines of blow off of the curve of your ass?”
Concierge: “Sir!”
Jester: “Hey, that is a compliment. I don’t offer to snort coke off just anyone. I like what I see and just want to invite you to my room when you get off so you can get off. What do you say?”
Concierge: “I don’t think I should. I could get fired.”
Jester: “Suit yourself but I’ll be thinking of you when I’m banging some skank from the bar.”
Concierge: “Aren’t you an athlete? Don’t you need to take care of your body before your thing?”
Jester: “Sugar, my body is a temple of blood, sweat, drugs and fucking. There’s no one that can take the abuse I can because there’s nothing they can do to me that I haven’t done to myself for sheer pleasure.”
Concierge: (starts to blush) “That sounds… intense.”
Jester: “Oh? Not erotic? Not something that has spiked your curiosity and makes your mommy parts start to tingle at the thought of going to places you are afraid to even consider as you put fresh batteries into your simple smooth lipstick sized vibrator when deep down you desire something more like a bad dragon stretching you like your first time which was in the backseat of his brother’s 84 Trans Am?”
Concierge: “I’m off at 6. I know how to disconnect the smoke alarms and where they keep the actually clean sheets.”
(Jester just smiles, picks up his room key and walks to the elevators.)
Jester: “You have a room for me under LeBeau.”
Concierge: (types and checks the computer) “Yes sir. 10 nights, poolside firepit room, clean on request only, non-smoking. Let me get your key for you.”
Jester: “Wait… NON-smoking? Weed is legal here, right?”
Concierge: (bringing over the key card) “Well, yes recreational marijuana is legal now in Arizona, but our room are all non-smoking.”
Jester: “I don’t know if I brought enough edibles for this. I’m going to need to check out the local dispensaries and see the competition. Although I hate to go off brand… Are there any rules against doing lines of blow off of the curve of your ass?”
Concierge: “Sir!”
Jester: “Hey, that is a compliment. I don’t offer to snort coke off just anyone. I like what I see and just want to invite you to my room when you get off so you can get off. What do you say?”
Concierge: “I don’t think I should. I could get fired.”
Jester: “Suit yourself but I’ll be thinking of you when I’m banging some skank from the bar.”
Concierge: “Aren’t you an athlete? Don’t you need to take care of your body before your thing?”
Jester: “Sugar, my body is a temple of blood, sweat, drugs and fucking. There’s no one that can take the abuse I can because there’s nothing they can do to me that I haven’t done to myself for sheer pleasure.”
Concierge: (starts to blush) “That sounds… intense.”
Jester: “Oh? Not erotic? Not something that has spiked your curiosity and makes your mommy parts start to tingle at the thought of going to places you are afraid to even consider as you put fresh batteries into your simple smooth lipstick sized vibrator when deep down you desire something more like a bad dragon stretching you like your first time which was in the backseat of his brother’s 84 Trans Am?”
Concierge: “I’m off at 6. I know how to disconnect the smoke alarms and where they keep the actually clean sheets.”
(Jester just smiles, picks up his room key and walks to the elevators.)