i just walk in like i own the place.... if you look confident, they wont bother you.. just breeze in, give the concierge a slap across the chops with the back of your hand, eye fuck the receptionists while suggestively licking your lips, and roar "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" at the top of your voice at anyone who dares talk to you. i find its best not to draw attention to ones self... this usually works for me. ......................... id say
I'm a well hung chap, hung like a bastard says i.
JAMESCORK (01-09-10)
Got to say I find hotels very easy, like WHC said just be confident straight in straight to the lift or stairs. Do you really think the receptionist knows the face of every person staying there??? As long as you don't dick about the lobby like a gombeen you are fine.
Sometimes in the smaller towns, the only option is a hotel for us to work from, I know that most escorts try to stay in the largest, busiest hotel. It's been said before, if you nervous, go to the bar first, have a drink so that it looks like you're a hotel resident rather than walking straight in & going up to the room.
Sandy of Newcastle x
Almost similar situation happened to me last year (it was actually my birthday). I was in Belfast at the time. She is more of a friend at this stage even though an escort. But the week before i was with her aswell in Belfast and this day i rang her the day before to see if i could come over at a particular time. I knew the hotel where she was at. Everything went smoothly, i brought her round some wine and chocolates and 1 or 2 small things, and carrying a big bouquet of flowers for her aswell. Lets say the time was 1pm, so i got there at 1pm, couldn't remember what room she was in so i rang and asked her, she said (for example) Room 268, i got there, looked at the thing beside the lift where it tells you what rooms are on the 2nd floor and 3rd floor etc., couldn't find it so i just went up and had a look around, met 1 or 2 hotel staff along the way, just nodded the head and said a quick hello to them, but even at this stage i could feel my face go red hot as i knew they were secretly thinking "what the fuck is he up to". Walked down the halls, walked up to the next floor, could not find the room. Rang her back and said "What room did you say"? She said "268". I said "I can't find it at all, i can only find the highest room number is 250." She says "Are you in the T****e hotel?" SHIT!!!!!! I was in the wrong fucking hotel!! I was in the hotel that she was in the week before! I didn't even think to ask her what hotel she was in, i just presumed she was in the same hotel. We chat to each other on the phone nearly every evening or every day or two, and we had been doing that at the time aswell, but the subject of her changing fuckin hotels never came up! But straight out of the hotel, thinking to myself "better not go in there again for a while!!" LOL. I felt like such a fucking tit. Flowers and chocolates and wine, the whole works, 2 miles from the hotel i should've been at. I still feel sick thinking about it. What a birthday surprise!! LOL. But she made it very much worth my while when i got there
Again similar situation early this year, January i think it was. Rang another escort which i know very well, lovely lady, in Dublin this time (where the majority of my punting takes place). Asked her if she was free about 1pm (example) she said Yes no problem see you then. Thats great i thought. She told me the hotel to go to. It was at Dublin Airport. That was fine. She told me the name of the hotel, lovely jubby...or so i thought. Got there at about 12.45 or so, sat in the lobby reading a paper and having a coffee. 1 o clock arrived, i rang her and said "what room?" She said "give me about 5 mins". That was fine. I looked at my phone, as i text her to book the appointment and she told me in the message what hotel it was. I looked at the message to see if she had included the room number but she didn't, and then.....i nearly shit myself!!! Wrong fuckin hotel!!!! Both names were very similar, they both began with the same letter, and i knew both of them, in fact i passed the correct hotel on the way to the airport, the one i wanted was about 3 miles outside the airport, i was fuckin raging. Straight out and shot like a fuckin rocket to the hotel, got there about 1.15pm i think it was. By then i was really under pressure, i was sick. I got to the other hotel on good time, about 15 mins early which is unusual, as i always get there just on time on the dot, or 3 or 4 mins after it, but i wanted to relax and be ready for her, little did i know i was at the wrong feckin hotel. I still can't believe it. I just didn't read the message right. I certainly will in future
well thamk you everyone for that enjoyed some of the comments. would have walked str to the lift only the place was so deathly quiet. but thanks to all