CHRISTOPHER
The lounge was packed with people today. Too many people. And I couldn't stand it. Looking them over I could tell that they weren't influential nor wealthy people, so I couldn't help but wonder how they were able to afford a night here.
Hissing, I walked up to customer service. I saw the young woman on seat let out a gasp when she saw me and I could tell that she recognized me. Not a surprise, I was constantly on the news and magazine covers.
"G-good day, sir. How may we be of help today," She stammered, her eyes falling to my lips every few seconds. She gave me a look which I recognized. She wanted to be fucked. As my eyes roved her body I decided that she wasn't my type. "We offer a wide range of services," She muttered, and I knew she was talking about something else.
"Who is in charge here? I would like to see the manager."
