12-18-2015, 05:09 AM
What was with this man and constantly asking for sex? Was his mind really that deprived.
"The last thing I want is sex from an older man." He rolled his eyes, walking towards the door. When it was open, the man gave him some kind of warning again, to which the twenty-five year old sort of let him have it.
"Do I look like I want to cause trouble?" He raised one of his eyebrows and laughed partially, yet arrogantly. "Halfway through our conversation, you've been asking me up and or hinting at it, about having sex to which I keep turning you down. That sounds like sexual harassment to me. If I wanted to cause trouble, I would have done something already, so let's leave things where they are. Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you."
He slammed the door behind him, locking it, saying "Good fucking grief" to himself as he looked at the room. He had to admit it did look nice and cozy, the temperature at a perfect setting that was not too hot, but just enough to keep the room at a slight chill. The way he preferred it. He began to probe the room in its entirety, checking for any possible sign that it was rigged. The room had become a mess and then it became organized once more as he took his coat off, revealing two pistols on straps and a long knife. The tattoo on his right arm was also fully revealed, the marking faintly resembling a snake, the scales on it marked a certain pattern to detail which part of the Hunters his family belonged.
He sighed as he lit another cigarette, a form of peace filling him as he was away from what he was ready to write off as just some perverted freaks with nothing to them other than being horny lumberjacks and truckers trapped on the frozen mountains. When he was done with his assignment, something he was told not to go on after doing more than enough, he was not stopping back here to this place for anything.
He put the cigarette out and took the guns off his buttoned navy blue long-sleeved thermal shirt. He opened the drawer, hoping to find the Bible at least, but instead there was the essentials every hotel usually carried: Soap, Lotion, Shampoo, Conditioner, Toothbrush and Toothpaste all neatly wrapped and air-sealed. They were the typical brand name materials and when he opened them to be on the safe side, the seal was not broken until his doing.
"Suppose I could brush my teeth..." He kept his knife concealed in his khaki cargo pants and walked out the room. He was not taking a chance in the shower. Not with that man hinting at open sex in the bathroom. The thought made him shudder as he headed inside the bathroom with the toothbrush, the paste and a cup to rinse his mouth out. "At least the bathroom doesn't look like it's run down either..."
He really hated going in places like that. This one seemed like it was recently new however, so he went to one of the sinks and began to run the hot water, rinsing the brush off before putting the paste on it and beginning to brush his teeth.
"The last thing I want is sex from an older man." He rolled his eyes, walking towards the door. When it was open, the man gave him some kind of warning again, to which the twenty-five year old sort of let him have it.
"Do I look like I want to cause trouble?" He raised one of his eyebrows and laughed partially, yet arrogantly. "Halfway through our conversation, you've been asking me up and or hinting at it, about having sex to which I keep turning you down. That sounds like sexual harassment to me. If I wanted to cause trouble, I would have done something already, so let's leave things where they are. Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you."
He slammed the door behind him, locking it, saying "Good fucking grief" to himself as he looked at the room. He had to admit it did look nice and cozy, the temperature at a perfect setting that was not too hot, but just enough to keep the room at a slight chill. The way he preferred it. He began to probe the room in its entirety, checking for any possible sign that it was rigged. The room had become a mess and then it became organized once more as he took his coat off, revealing two pistols on straps and a long knife. The tattoo on his right arm was also fully revealed, the marking faintly resembling a snake, the scales on it marked a certain pattern to detail which part of the Hunters his family belonged.
He sighed as he lit another cigarette, a form of peace filling him as he was away from what he was ready to write off as just some perverted freaks with nothing to them other than being horny lumberjacks and truckers trapped on the frozen mountains. When he was done with his assignment, something he was told not to go on after doing more than enough, he was not stopping back here to this place for anything.
He put the cigarette out and took the guns off his buttoned navy blue long-sleeved thermal shirt. He opened the drawer, hoping to find the Bible at least, but instead there was the essentials every hotel usually carried: Soap, Lotion, Shampoo, Conditioner, Toothbrush and Toothpaste all neatly wrapped and air-sealed. They were the typical brand name materials and when he opened them to be on the safe side, the seal was not broken until his doing.
"Suppose I could brush my teeth..." He kept his knife concealed in his khaki cargo pants and walked out the room. He was not taking a chance in the shower. Not with that man hinting at open sex in the bathroom. The thought made him shudder as he headed inside the bathroom with the toothbrush, the paste and a cup to rinse his mouth out. "At least the bathroom doesn't look like it's run down either..."
He really hated going in places like that. This one seemed like it was recently new however, so he went to one of the sinks and began to run the hot water, rinsing the brush off before putting the paste on it and beginning to brush his teeth.