Late Night Calls - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 3

Mr Jones’ list had been mostly uneventful. I guessed it was more a reason to talk to me and give me a reason to call him back, than something he really needed my help with. I had mostly relayed the information to others, having them run the errands or prep the food he had asked for. Apparently, he was on some self-imposed house arrest. Rumour had it he was so afraid to be seen in public, even in our hotel spaces, that he barely left his room, at least not during the mealtimes and in the evenings when there were more people about. There had been a new campaign against him in one of the tabloids. His ex played the papers like Michelangeli the piano. I felt sorry for him. Perhaps I would call him later to check the list and have a little small talk.

I usually work the late shifts since most of the more difficult requests come in later in the day. But today felt like we approached a full moon.

A lot of calls, a lot of requests and questions. So, Mr Jones got pushed to the back of my head. It was again rather late when the computer voice in my ear announced an incoming call from his room number.

“Mr Jones.” I wondered if my smile was audible in my voice. “Good evening, how may I help you?”

“Hello, Miss O’Riordan, how are you tonight?”

“Very well, thank you, and yourself?”

“Suddenly much better!” There was a warmth in his voice. I smiled.

“What may I do for you tonight?” I was preparing for another lengthy list, but the line stayed quiet for a long ...

... time.

Jones cleared his throat. “Miss O’Riordan, I may count on your discretion?”

“Of course, Mr Jones, discretion is my job.” I felt a tension on the line. Slowly and quietly, he began to talk.

“Miss O’Riordan, you probably follow what the tabloids have been saying about me and my soon-to-be ex-wife. I don’t want you to think less of me now, but I am a very lonely man. The last few months, my marriage had been toxic. I did things I am not proud of, and so has my ex. We brought out the worst in one another.”

I gave an encouraging sound to signal I was listening.

“One of the other guests hinted to me that you were the person to talk to when someone was lonely. That you could arrange things?”

I knew what he was up to, and even the hint of the thought made me wet. I tried to sound as professional and neutral as I was supposed to. “Yes, there are certain things I might arrange for you. But I want to remind you that you are well-known and recognisable. And even though I usually trust our business partners. The tabloids are paying a ridiculous amount of money for everything relating to you, I would have to find someone a hundred per cent trustworthy.”

“Thank you for considering this, Miss O’Riordan. I also have thought about that. May I be totally honest right now?”

There was a faint tremble in his voice.

“Of course, sir.”

He audibly cleared his throat. “I have tried to relieve myself with adult films, to no avail. I know having a woman here might get me in even ...