Creep Tumor

What’s the porn channel?

A customer comes into the lobby scantily dressed, as usual. She was by herself and her appearence can be described as… fat.  She asked for a room with the mirrors above the bed. I guess thats a turn on for her, watching herself. I didn’t have any of those rooms at the time. I gave her a random room and she left.

She came back a few minutes later asking for a remote for the TV, but there was a deposit for it. Apparently she didn’t have any money. What kind of person spends all their money on a motel room? Whatever, it was the ghetto Bronx. She doesn’t get a remote.

After going back up, she gave me a call. She wanted to know what the porn channel was. I, being new, didn’t know either so I asked a maid. It was 66. I told her. She told me the TV only went up to channel 30. I told her I’d send someone up.

I did NOT want to go up there, so I sent a guy to the room. He came back saying the TV had to be programmed but he wanted to get out of there ASAP. His exact words were, “The TV needs to be programmed but man, shes…” and proceeded to slow jerk. 

A man came 15 minutes later, probably to bone her.