1. Adventures of Sindycane: Stalkings and Lace


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: sindycane, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    cuffs and his tie, making sure “He!” is approachable as I drew nearer. “Sindy girl, you’ve come a long way baby!” I thought to myself as I smiled warmly, finally completing the long walk in my high heels to the front desk. The front-desk clerk was a true professional though and not flirty in the slightest. But there was just that something that made me wonder how he would’ve acted had he not been on someone’s payroll. I was checking in quite late. He asked a few questions about my preferences for the evening and then recommended some possibilities for a nice bite to eat and a quality cocktail. I decided to freshen up in my room and then walk a few blocks away to his top recommendation where I could eat a little, have a quiet drink and go back to my room to rest for the start of the days ahead. The pub was dark and quiet. The Gaslamp district was starting to come alive outside those doors, and this quiet place must not have been the right atmosphere to see and be seen. But it was perfect for me after the exhilaration of the day. The calm and quiet, moderately good food and lovely drink were exactly the ticket. I raised my glass silently in my head to the man at the front desk and made a mental note to thank him for sending me to the perfect place. God, I love it when people are good at what they do! After paying my ticket I left the restaurant. The streets were busier than when I had gone in and I merged with the sophisticated, laughing crowd of club-goers who were obviously ...
    on their way out. I fit in I suppose, but my head wasn’t in that game at the moment, as I had already decided my happily quiet and lonely fate for the night. With no particular interest, I noticed a young man standing against the building across the street from the restaurant as I was leaving. He was young, tall and cute enough, but nothing else really caught my notice as I prepared to walk by. “Hi,” he said and leaned out to brush my arm gently. I paused for a moment and looked back, still no recognition changing the quiet question mark on my face. He smiled, surprisingly confident for such a young man. “You don’t remember me.” His wasn’t a question, as I obviously had no recollection of seeing him before. “I was one of the bellboys at the Palomar when you checked in.” Vaguely I recollected him standing quietly aside as I checked in and while the desk clerk was giving me restaurant recommendations. He didn’t bring my bags to my room so I hadn’t had any interaction with him before except perhaps a generic exchange of polite smiles. “Oh, yes,” I smiled at him kindly. “What a great memory! It’s nice to see you.” My smile dimmed a bit and I prepared to wish him a good night. But he interrupted my unspoken thought. “I heard you say that you were coming here to eat. So, after my shift ended I decided to come over here and wait for you to come out.” He finished and waited for me to process, still confident, still relaxed, and still acting like it was the most natural thing in the ...
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