One Night In Madrid

My word took me around the world. Mostly things were calm and without incident. But this one time, things were different. I was in Madrid on business. I was tired, the day was long, I was jet lagged. I went down to the bar for a drink. A woman sat next to me, introduced herself, she said her name was Carla

She talked and I answered, I was too tired to care really. She put her hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted a massage, we could go up to my room. She stripped first, showing off a firm body, flat belly, nice tits. She got me undressed and started with the massage. I fell asleep.

After a while, several hours later I woke up and she was gone. So was my watch, my wallet, passport which were on the night stand. I had been rolled.

The next day I told my customer what happened and I needed their help to get to the Embassy for a replacement passport. I also needed cash, which they graciously loaned me. And I needed some form of a credit card. We got to the Embassy and my offices in the states sent over a copy of my passport and the Embassy told me to come back tomorrow. We went to American Express and I got a temporary card. I went back to the hotel and fell down on the bed, sound asleep.

I woke up to a woman sucking my dick. She had a room card which she had also lifted. She said she felt bad, and she was back to make good. I got hard, very hard and she used her hand and her mouth to keep that way. She stripped and straddled me and rode my dick cowgirl style. She asked if I wanted to eat her pussy, and she got off and lowered herself on my face. Her pussy was wet and wonderful. After some of that she laid on her back and I fucked her. It was over, she got dressed and said goodnight. I asked her where my watch and wallet and passport were. She said she didn't know what I was talking about.

I slept that night, making up for the lost sleep of the night before. The next day the management asked me to stop by the front desk. My watch and wallet and passport were there, without the cash. I asked the front desk manager how they got ahold of them. They said they found them in the trash.

Lesson learned. Don't make assumptions. It wasn't Carla. Someone had robbed me, probably an employee with a card. I don't really know how long I was out the night before, but it must have been dead sleep. I thanked them, checked out and changed hotels. I never ran into Carla again.