Chapter 2: Brown meets Blue

(Spencer’s pov )

It was almost 9 o’clock when I arrived at the address Mitch gave me.  He wasn’t kidding about the location being top secret.  The hotel was literally in the middle of nowhere.  I was lucky that I could get a taxi ride to this place.  I stepped out of the taxi tentatively and paid the driver he cab fare.  Thankfully I got enough money from Mitch for my transportation.  He may make his money selling pussy but he is the best pimp you could have in this business.

I surveyed my surroundings trying to get my nerves under control.  The hotel was huge and beautiful, at least from the outside.  Its simple elegance graced the surrounding barren area like a field of sunflowers on a mountain top.  Once my nerves were better, I walked towards the entrance slowly, making sure I really wanted to do this.  I needed the money but I really didn’t want a woman touching me right now.  Fuck it.  I’m here now, might as well go through with it. 

I walked through the entrance and head straight to the front desk.  Before I could ask where the elevators were located, a pimpled face teenager grimaced towards me, “Sorry miss, but we don’t have hourly rates for our rooms!”

What. The. Hell.  I cleaned up as best I could for this fucking date and this fuck is calling me a whore?!  Oh wait, I am a whore but he doesn’t have to be an ass about it. I need to calm down before I backhand this little shit across the face.  But I be damned if I let this little fucker ruin my opportunity to make money tonight.

“Sorry, but I don’t need to rent a room here, I already have a room reserved.”  I replied with a very noticeable attitude.   

The boy’s eyes slowly took in my appearance from head to toe.  Raising a left eyebrow he smirked, “You sure about that?”   

“Yes, I’m sure about that you little shit.  I’m a paying customer staying in Room 1435.  Mitch Coogan, my agent, made the reservations for me earlier today.  I’ve had a very busy day on location and the last thing I need right now is the 3^rd degree from you.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to retire to my room, take a nice, hot bath and go to bed.  Do you have a problem with that?” I asked looking pointedly in his huge green eyes.