“B-but - how can they be gone…?” the poor boy muttered to himself, lost in thought and genuinley confused as to the whereabouts of his missing garment…
“Well I think we can safely say it’s not there anymore…” I said, announcing my precence to the scene unfolding. The embarrassed thing nearly fell off the bench in surprise at realising there was somebody else now with him in the room.
“I ah… I seem to have lost my…” he began to explain as he stood up…
“Modesty…” I smiled as i got a full frontal look at the semi clothed gym bunny. He realised a little too late at his exposure and did his best to cover himself but I’d already seen all I needed.
“C-could you do me a favour…?” he meekly asked. I cocked an eyebrow at the notion but let him continue “could you ask at reception if they have anything in lost property i could use to uh… leave?”
“Let me see what I can do…” I calmly stated and walked purposefully out of the room… as I did so, I wondered to myself if the poor flustered soul was too busy to notice the pair of shorts tucked into my back pocket… oh well, he didn’t really need them for the moment I’m sure we could find him something much more embarrasing for him to model for me soon enough…
That embarrassing moment when you realise you’re too drunk to remember where you hurled your underwear before you went for your impromptu skinny dip… come to think of it, you can’t even remember what you did with your room key… or what number room you are even in for that matter… wait, are you even staying at this hotel? Ohhh fuck this new year is already getting off to an interesting start…
