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"What?! Where did you get that stfuff in your hand, that is not mine! I just got called from the airline saying my luggage was here so I rushed back to grab my notes from the bag. Why on earth are you in my room with a bunch of....?" She clearly didn't know what to say to a bartender/bellman standing in her room holding a wobbly pink penis dildo in his hand.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked in the bag. Look I didn't touch your clothes bag, this stuff fell out of the clear bag when was wrestling around with the big bag, you know putting it on that stand." I lied as convicing as I could about the dildo just falling out.
"What the fuck!" She seemed exasperated. "Well whatever. That stuff isn't mine and if I find out you put it here in some sick fucking stalker game I'll have you arrested. Now get out."
I tried apologizing as I hurried out, "Look Erin, I'm sorry, I didn't put it here. I'm mean I brought it up, but it was only because the airline said it was yours. I..." I didn't even finish before she shut the door behind me. I knew she was freaked. After the peephole incident I am sure she was already suspicious in hotel rooms.
I went back to the bell stand waiting for the cops to show up or something but they never did and I didn't see Erin leave but I knew she did because there she was reporting from courtside an hour later.
I watched the game from inside the bar after Mikel releived me at the bellstand and I began my bartending shift. Mussberger kept hinting at the joke they had planned for Erin and she seemed nervous and laughed uneasily at their jabs tonight. After the game the guys all came in for a drink and to my surprise Erin came in as well, although a few minutes after the crew. They all stood and cheered, causing her face to blush. She walked up to me and actually smiled a bit.
"I guess I owe you an apology. The guys in the truck fessed up on the way back here. They planted that vibrator in my bag and made it look like a bomb just to fuck with me. When our travel department got the call their inside man tipped these jack asses off so they paid the delivery woman to pull the bag out of the suitcase and hand it to the bellman for delivery, figuring to add to my embarrassment."
I couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the crew as they slapped five and joked about their caper, wishing they had a video of Erin's face when she saw that vibrator.
I joined in, "I know, her face was classic but then when I was talking and waving that fake dick around trying to explain myself."
I could see Erin's eyes get wide and her head shake quickly from side to side. "Yeah, that fake dick vibrator..."
At the same time a producer was asking, "What fake dick, we just put the metal vibrator in for the metal detector."
I took Erin's cue, "You know what I mean, the vibrator dick thing..."
He laughed, "Oh, shit. For a minute there you had me going. I thought you were going to say little innocent Erin had big fake cock in her travel bags."
"Knock it off." Erin punched his arm. "You guys have embarrassed me and Alex enough for a night. You're lucky I'm a cool chick or I'd file sexual harrassment against you guys. But remember payback is a bitch and you know I'll get even with you guys."
The night progressed without anything more unusual and Erin actually stayed up until she was the last to leave just before midnight. She was a bit tipsy after 2 Cosmo's and nothing to eat.
"So tell me... is that big fake cock yours?" I asked, wiping the bar in front of her, while she leaned on her hand watching.
"No." She laughed as she sat up at the question, "Of course not."
"C'mon," I chided. "Your face was a dead give away. You didn't want me saying anything in front of those guys. I know it was yours."
"I'm not talking about this. I'm going to bed." She deflected as she rose from her stool.
"Whatever, Erin. I know your secret. I won't tell the guys about your boyfriend. Or...."
"You wouldn't!" Her eyebrows rose in desperation as she put her hands on the bar and leaned towards me to make sure I saw her serious look. By leaning in she only accentuated her large tits, resting them on the bar surface just inches from my hand. I gulped a nervous bit of air, catching the scent of her hair.
"I won't. Don't worry."
"I'm serious. Please don't." She pleaded as she pushed back off the bar standing straight up. "They'll never let me live it down."
"I promise." I agreed. "But I can't believe you carry that around. But then again you never talk about a boyfriend. And come to think of it you never get caught on TMZ or any of that stuff with a guy."
"I know. I travel all the time and I don't have time for relationship." Erin explained, standing now behind the stools. I tried my best not to look down at her tight fitting sweater stretched across her ample chest while she started opening up about herself. "It's not like I can just go out to clubs anymore. Creepy guys and douchebags seem drawn to me and won't leave me alone. The only guys I really ever talk to are the production crew, athletes and guys like you and believe me , I don't go out in most hotels."
"I can't believe you aren't married to some athlete by now. I mean a woman as hot as you..."
"Yeah right. I know those guys. I hear their conversations and I am not marrying one of them, not to mention I cover college sports. Most of the guys are 10 years younger than me now. "
"Hey, I'm 30, I'm available." I joked.
"See, I never get to meet a normal guy like you or go do normal stuff where a guy like you would be. What I wouldn't give to just go out and have fun like a normal person or like back in college."
A crazy idea hit me and given time to think about it I probably would have chickened out asking her but after getting caught in her room holding her dildo and hearing her slightly drunken complaints I figured what the hell. "Erin, I know a place you, well we, can go and you will be totally anonymous. No one will know who you are, you'll just be another hot girl dancing." Before she could shoot the idea down I explained, "There is club not far from here that has a huge Mardi Gras party and everyone wears masks and just parties. I could get you a mask and in the dark club no one would suspect it was you hanging out with some regular guy."
