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which helped him get more projects.
One of Matthew’s more regular jobs was a guest services attendant at a five-star hotel. As a relatively new employee, he was assigned the graveyard shift. Although some of the guests were demanding, Matthew always made it a point to provide excellent customer service. It also didn’t hurt that the kid was easy on the eyes.
One night, when Matthew was delivering sparkling water to a hotel guest who had checked in late, he heard a familiar voice.
“Matthew?”
“Madeline?”
Though it was nice to see a familiar face, seeing someone from home reminded Matthew of who he had lost.
“What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?”
Astonished to see Matthew in London, Madeline couldn’t help but admire how good the kid looked in his hotel uniform.
“I … work here. How long are you in town?”
“I leave tomorrow. What time is your shift over?”
“6AM.”
“Want to drop by afterwards? I could use a wake-up call.”
* * * * *
Bright and early the next day, Matthew showed up with a pot of freshly brewed coffee.
“I heard about your friend. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Though Madeline was a busy woman, she kept tabs on her investments. Hence, she was aware of what had happened.
“Thanks, Madeline. Alex was my best friend.”
“He must have been very special. Is that why you left?”
Madeline didn’t waste time and got straight to the point, which caught Matthew by surprise.
At first, Matthew just looked away and kept his thoughts to himself. But then the flashbacks, the pain, the guilt, all rushed back. Up until now, Matthew had not confided in anyone about what had happened to Alex and therefore bore much of the pain alone.
“I needed to get away from everything that reminded me of what I had lost.”
“How are you dealing with your loss?” asked Madeline.
“To be honest, not well. I fucked up. I wasn’t there when Alex needed me most. I wasn’t there when he tried to take his own life. I wasn’t there when he was murdered. I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive myself.”
When she heard his voice crack, Madeline reached out to comfort Matthew. That was when the kid could no longer hold it in. Tears welled up in his eyes, before running down his face.
“I went to the police station to beg them to investigate … I handed out flyers hoping someone saw something … I went to all the bars in town to look for any leads. But I got nowhere. I wanted to help my best friend get justice … but I couldn’t even do that!”
Matthew started to sob, at first softly, then uncontrollably. The sound that came out was muffled, but heartbreaking.
“You did what you could. Try not to blame yourself. Alex wouldn’t want you to be sad.”
“I didn’t deserve Alex! He was such a good person … He was only 18 … I miss him so much it hurts every time I think of him.”
Madeline tried to comfort the kid. As she patted his back, she could see the sadness and guilt on his face. Although she was originally hoping for wake-up sex, comforting her friend was ultimately more important.
* * * * *
It took a while for Matthew to calm down and pull himself together. He apologized and was embarrassed about breaking down in front of her, but Madeline assured him that he did nothing wrong.
“Were you surprised to see me here?” asked Matthew.
“I’m glad I ran into you.”
Madeline felt bad for Matthew, but she also couldn’t help staring at his body, which seemed leaner than before. Why did the kid look so good even with clothes on? Feeling guilty about her transgression, Madeline drank more coffee.
Then the kid suddenly got up and started unbuttoning his uniform.
“Do you wanna have sex?”
Madeline almost spit out her drink.
The clothes came off Matthew’s body in no time. When he was completely naked, the boy headed for the shower.
“Gimme 10 minutes.”
Madeline followed Matthew’s naked figure with her eyes. Damn, the kid was beautiful.
* * * * *
TEN minutes later, when the teenager emerged from the shower, he was fully erect.
Madeline: “...”
The wealthy widow couldn’t tear her eyes away from the kid’s flagpole, which seemed to be waving at her.
“I couldn’t help thinking about you in the shower.”
Matthew approached Madeline and kissed her. While they made out, he removed her clothes. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“Mrs. Simpson … I was told you requested a wake-up call this morning. Would you prefer the 30-minute or 60-minute option?”
“Sixty minutes, please.”
They end up fucking for an hour and a half. Standing up with her back to him and his hands cupping her breasts, doggy style, cowgirl, missionary, they rotated through all their favorite positions.
“Fuck, Madeline. That was incredible. You have no idea how much I needed that.”
After a second shower, the kid put his uniform back on.
“What do you think about the hotel?” asked Matthew.
“Not bad. I’ve stayed here before.”
“How would you rate the room service?”
“On a scale from 1-5, the wake-up call was a TEN.”
“Want another round?”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Not if you want more.”
The kid was dead serious.
“You have no idea how tempting that sounds right now, but I don’t think I can reschedule my breakfast meeting.”
“No worries. I guess I should try to be on time for my next shift, which is starting soon.”
“You have another shift? You didn’t get a proper break.”
“On the contrary … my co-workers would be jealous if they knew what I just did during my break.”
Madeline grabbed her handbag to retrieve 2,000 pounds.
“Thanks Madeline, but I didn’t do this for the money. Besides, I wanted it as much as you did.”
Disappointed that the kid wouldn’t take her money, but fully aware that he had his own pride, Madeline changed the subject.
“When do you plan to return to the States?”
“I’m not ready to go back yet.”
“I understand. Call me if you need anything.”
Before he left her suite, Madeline insisted again on giving him a fat tip but Matthew declined and didn’t hand her any bill to sign either, so even the morning coffee was on the house.
* * * * *
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