Paying My Way Through College

During college I worked the front desk at a Marriott hotel. One morning an older man checked out with this statuesque blond in a see thru blouse, no bra, her breasts in virtually plain view. I couldn't help staring, my coworker had to shake me to get my attention. The woman probably didn't notice.

The incident became an inside joke at the hotel, I had shown my colors, I got teased every time a nice set of breasts walked by, I was asked if legs mattered, long legs in short skirts, the hotel had more than its share of models, it catered to the cosmetic companies. The truth was quite different, that day that woman shocked me with that man, and that her breasts were in full view. My interest were elsewhere, not that I didn't appreciate a nice set of breasts.

I was drawn more to something different, something masculine, something only men had. My interest, my secret, was with men not women. Men who liked college students like me. Men who came to the conventions, men who called the front desk asking for suggestions of clubs where they might find what they were looking for. In the unwritten language I did my best to let them know I could help them, and in return I often got nice tips.

So many nights, after my shift was over, I left the property coming back later in a security guard uniform, knocking on doors to earn my way through college, and enjoy a few hours with a man starved for my company. I knew better than to ever give myself away to coworkers, although more than a few would have been fun to know. I focused instead on guests, some of who I had entertained before.

I still admire a nice looking woman, I acknowledge their beauty, and that their breasts are an important asset. Now after many years I am the one on the lookout for a college student who is looking for a bit of contribution for their studies in return for company in a guest's room. Or better still if a conversation in the bar goes the right way, company from another man like me.

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