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Chris

“Sign right here, please.” Indicating where to place my signature, I scribble my initials. “Have a nice night, sir,” the delivery man says, handing me the box.

As I balance the box and close the door, I can’t help but wonder why I’m being sent a package. It’s from Julia, so it must be paperwork to go over. Using the edge of my keycard as a sharp point, I push the tape free. Lifting the top, the first thing inside is a note.

To keep you busy, big guy.

Julia

What the hell did she send me?

Pulling the wrapping back, the telltale paper gives it away before I even see the contents.

“She wasn’t kidding,” I say to the empty room, laughing at the tiny woman’s audacity.

Pulling each piece free, I inspect them. Sixteen ounce bottle of toy cleaner. Lulu lube in raspberry, cherry, and blueberry flavored. Like I’ll need that many flavors. A threaded butt plug—the size isn’t too bad—a prostate massager with an attached cock ring, and a ten inch, ribbed dildo.

“She really does want me to enjoy myself alone.” It sucks I can’t invite someone here to share this with me. Instead I’ll have to use up every porn station on the hotel system. I don’t know who’s paying the bill, but I’ll accept the challenge.

Finding I’m actually intrigued by all the toys, I fawn over the massager. Pulling it free of the packaging and flip open the instructions, “Oh.” Cocking my head to the side instead of turning the paper, I look at the diagram. “That’s interesting.” It doesn’t need batteries which actually engages my attention further.

“If I’m stuck here for a few millennia, I might as well enjoy it.” Setting the wrapping on the bed, I remove the cap from the lube and cleaner before I flick on the TV.

My expectation is Debbie does Dallas, so when the titles pop up, I laugh. “Intercourse with a Vampire. Puntang Pi. Shaving Private Ryan. Jesus! These guys get creative with their titles nowadays.” Flicking through, looking for male porn, I finally find a few. White Men Can’t Hump. Ass Pirates of the Caribbean. Hmm, there’s quite a few.

Finding one I like, I make the buy and wait for it to start as I take the toys to the bathroom. Cleaning and drying each, stripping down and doing as instructed, I stroke myself a bit as a warm up. As expected, the actors begin fucking almost immediately. I’m enthralled by the their prowess of the two lovely Asian men on the screen.

“Damn…” Forcing myself to look away, I insert the plug after wrapping the ring around my cock. I’m torn between watching or just listening to the show. Listening more than watching at club Dangereux was entertaining for me. Thinking about it now, my mind returns Tyler.

“Shit.”

Stopping, I feel awful about what I’m doing. This is exactly the type of thing that got me in this predicament in the first place by entertaining my sexual urges instead of using my head.

“Fuck. I need to get my shit together and stop using my baser needs as a crutch.” Grabbing the remote, I turn the TV off in the middle of their moaning and remove the toys, tossing them onto the bed.

What am I doing here?

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