An Ashtray Hunt at the Motel (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 29, 1999

Booking the Top Floor

The trek to Formule One Hotel was not that tiring as I made my way to the front desk hoping that the old bitchy lady wasn’t there for service. Seeing a young man there I felt somewhat relieved as I had him book me in for a non smoking room on the top floor. Later in the night the fact that I had rented out a non smoking room caused Lyssa to get frustrated. It was an honest mistake as I didn’t think about Lyssa wanting to smoke but despite this she just thought she would have a bitch about it for no reason.

Lyssa was just in a bitching mood at the time so I just took it on the chin. However, I feel that it would have been a show of respect from Lyssa if she had forgotten about smoking for the night. If Lyssa was keen on making it a good night for me, my not having to watch her smoking and then smell her breath afterwards would have been a great bonus.

Alas, she did not see it my way as she did care to complain and I did walk downstairs to see if we could get the room changed just for her but it wasn’t possible.

Waiting in Room 325

Making my lonesome hike up the stairs to the top floor I entered room 325 with the keypad code I used. Once inside I was reminded upon how small the room was but if it was only for a night of passion then it would have been good enough. Placing my bag on the table where the television sits above it I remembered how I hoisted Lyssa upon it for one of our sexual positions a while back.

As I lay myself on the bed and turned the television on I started to visualize an array of errant adventures we could have gotten into for the night. The thought of Lyssa dressed in her best and my having her for the night was utmost in my mind and the anticipation had me restless. Glancing out of the window as time crept on I knew Lyssa would be at least an hour to get to the motel.

What I forgot to mention in this chronology was that I gave her a call as soon as I made it into the room so she would know where to go once there. Turning the air conditioning on, having a shower with a weak water flow and watching television, I patiently waited, looking out the window every now and again.

Lyssa Arrives by Taxi

When the time had arrived to 8:00 p.m. I thought to keep myself near the window. With it getting dark I was enjoying my view outside and hoped one day I would be able to buy a house with a view ten times better. How great would it be to own a house up near the rocks in the City and go out partying each weekend. The weekdays I would keep myself at my normal house and then that would be my bachelor pad for the weekends.

Despite this pipe dream that was going through my thought I noticed a taxi making its way to the motel and seeing Lyssa in the back seat I started to produce a smirk on my face. From down there Lyssa couldn’t see me as she paid the taxi driver but as she jumped out of the car and me being almost directly above her (Three stories up) I whispered to her. ‘Pssst’ was my noticeable gesture and as Lyssa veered her glance to me she knew where to head.

Having had my shower and putting back on the clothes that Lyssa wanted to see me in I opened the door and anticipated her arrival. Once upon me I let her in and closing the door behind me I was prepared for a great night of lustful delegation.

What Lyssa Wore

The outfit that Lyssa was wearing appealed to me in a fair way but these days, my awareness of Lyssa and my knowing her too well does tend to take some of the shine that would normally come with her. Wearing a new black skirt that came just past her knees with a black boob tube top and a slick little jacket over the top, she was pretty impressive. To explain the upper portion, the boob tube had no straps and cut straight across her boobs.

The bottom of the boob tube met her skirt so there was no skin showing but that’s a bonus for Lyssa because she fears being fat when she isn’t. The jacket that Lyssa had wasn’t even a jacket, not even half of one. It had long sleeves but it only covered the upper portion of her body where the boob tube had not covered. There was only an inch of skin showing between the boob tube and the tiny jacket but it was for a great look, at least, I was impressed.

Sensing Trouble on the Bed

Seating ourselves on the bed I could sense that things weren’t going to be so right for our night of passion. The way Lyssa carried her voice, it sounded as if she just wanted to pick on something and was on the brink but she never went over at the start of our night. It was as if Lyssa was coming into our night of passion with the thought that it wasn’t going to turn out great or she was probably just anxious and excitable because she felt pressured because of me.

Obviously she could have been anxious of my intentions that lay hidden in my mind and as usual, that brings Lyssa to perform less or not at all like the case of Friday night.

A KFC Run

“Are you hungry” Lyssa asked as we both lay on the comfortable bed. Having starved myself for most of the day I was rather famished so telling her that I was hungry she gave me some money and a suggestion to head to KFC for some food. Gathering some suggestions on what to buy Lyssa just wanted a drink and some hot chips so I put my shoes back on and made my way to the door.

Before heading out I looked at Lyssa lying on the bed and midst our conversation of what to buy I felt the urge to pounce upon her and kiss her on the lips. “Now you have lipstick on you” she remarked but I kissed her once again with eagerness for what was to come. My trip to KFC across the road was fairly quickly polished off. Swift did I move upon my feet to make my way into the ordering line. Showing comity as I always do I allowed someone to be served before me but his nature was as mine, he allowed me first.

Therefore, I bought a large packet of hot chips, potato with gravy, two drinks and two pieces of chicken before making my way quickly back to the motel room.

Where Is the Ashtray

Stealth is my middle name and when I can sneak up upon someone without detection I will do so. This would be illustrated with my using the keypad and walking straight in without detection instead of knocking on the door. Showing my independence as well as my stealth. With our stomachs practically rumbling for affection we treated them to something less carnal but still as tasty. Rancid was the taste in my dry mouth before eating so I must imagine that the food had helped take away some pungent breath reeking on those tasteless buds of mine.

The food was a great relief as it had filled me up for the rest of the night and right until the morning but I figure it was enough because I didn’t get to exert myself to the fullest. While Lyssa was eating her share of food she blurted “Where’s the ashtray” and with my saying there was none she once again howled “Is this a non smoking room”. When the truth came out Lyssa reacted more than she should have and her irritation sounded somewhat put on.

There should have been some irritation there on her behalf but she sounded a bit too put on and I knew she was just looking for something to trigger off her anger. My picture of the night a night before it actually happened wasn’t too bad but it was degrading as the night of irritation progressed. I knew coming into our night that passion could take many meanings and I had to face up to it. The constant reminder of Lyssa having stuffed me over sexually in the past was playing on my mind when thinking of heading to a motel room.

My fear that Lyssa wouldn’t treat our night any better than a detrimental affair at my house was the driver of my anxiety and this lack of exploring new things or just doing more things for our night was definitely the driver of my anxious thought.

Sent Downstairs for an Ashtray

Heading downstairs after Lyssa had herself something to eat she pushed me into heading downstairs to ask for an ashtray. Lyssa was using her guilt trip on me and her pushy words for me to make my way downstairs and as usual, she noted money and how she was paying for the night but not in a demeaning way. Lyssa is always too much of a princess to do things for herself. Rather, like last night and with heaps of other people she will have them do her dirty work for her simply because she’s too lazy and she knows her little ploy will work.

This time around I started to get rankled by Lyssa’s persistency and didn’t want the night to get any more iffy than it was. In my time downstairs I tried talking to reception but they didn’t allow smoking in a non smoking room, of course. Lyssa was disappointed with this news and my apology although good enough wasn’t to stop Lyssa into forcing me downstairs with her so she could have a smoke.

Her excuse was that she didn’t want to head down there by herself and because she was saying things like “I’d do it for you” and “It’s the least you could do after picking this room” I just went along with it. The thought of a smoking free night was now out the window and we were out the door heading downstairs for Lyssa’s smoke break.

A Smoke and a Receptionist

In the whole night that I spent with Lyssa she had herself four or five smokes and two of them were in succession of each other by half an hour. While we were downstairs and before heading back up Lyssa walked up to reception to ask if she was allowed to lean out of the window in our room and have a smoke. The answer from the male receptionist was almost instant and without pause when he said “You can as long as you hang out the window because if you set off the alarm there is a fine”.

Knowing that he would have denied me if I had asked the same thing I gathered that Lyssa’s being a beautiful woman had won his preference over and that too did cause ado in my mind but it did not break me like later irritations had done. While outside Lyssa noticed Jermaine’s best friend walking out and with him I noticed that little slut girl who was homeless at one stage and slept at Rory’s house. She was the same girl that liked everyone down at Pizza Hut and she slept with Rory and knew the slut that fucked Ali.

They looked at us with a smirk knowing what we were up to and we couldn’t really hatch up any defense but all that we had for ourselves was the going out kind of clothes we were both wearing.

Daylight Saving and a Prank Call

The next part of my Friday night begins the torturous words of my empty passion that became more of a foolish thought as my night progressed. Yet, as daylight savings has once again curtailed my clock’s tick to an hour back I am feeling the effects of my tired eyes. The time right now is 5:10 a.m. but in reality it is an hour forward from this time. Before I leave though let me just point out that Sunday was a very weird day.

Just like the unexpected Valentines Day present from Rochelle I received an unexpected prank call on Sunday that led to me getting more conversation prone and then finally to me arranging to meet them. At first it sounded like a great plan and it was even better if I wanted to take my mind off the current problems at hand but it never worked out that way. This Autumn uprising to a greater withering is being less productive as the days go by and I am becoming the skeptic of my plight of an inclining turn of events in April.

I feel that April should bring new and happier adventures that might even see me getting a job but by the way things have been headed with another desolate weak of events, it might just capsize my hope until the next month. A hint of literature did come to me at the start of tonight but don’t get excited, I was watching ‘Shakespeare In Love’ at the movies and I was inspired, such a great movie.

Skipping Meals and Skipping Rope

There are a few more points before I leave tonight however. The first is to point out that lately I have been eating less due to me skipping meals as I am out or up at different times. Then there are the times when Shawn or others come over and keep me occupied so that I cannot eat and on top of that, I lack in my potential to exercise properly. Skipping has gone from four times a week to three times a week and now it is down to twice a week because of these delays.

This sleeping habit of early mornings I am being pulled back into by naïve friends and for that reason I am typing so late tonight. Yet, I cannot blame all on my friends as some of the times I am assisting in the turn of the night.

Rory and Daffa at the Motel

The second and last point I shall talk of before I forget is how Rory and Daffa were at the motel on Friday night. While Lyssa and I were watching out of the window during our night we noticed them turn up in Rory’s car. Daffa was with a good looking girl and there was a fourth person, a guy. They all slept at the motel for the night as he had parked his car there and they left at 6:00 a.m. so the question sprouts as to what they got up to.

My firm belief is that the four of them had some type of orgy as it is a small room but then again, maybe they just crashed out. Now as the breeze of winter is becoming more apparent I must get myself under some warm blankets and in a warm waterbed. I shall hither speak in the morning…