The hotel was worse than i thought it would be. A scruffy Indian guy took my $ and gave me a key. This was one of those really rough motels the doors led to the outside and my room was on the second floor towards the back. I had to walk past a group of young black men smoking weed and they all looked me up and down. One smirked at me. I brought Malt Liquor I thought it might be a good touch. I had just gotten to the room and was considering getting nude when there was a loud knocking at my door. My heart went into my throat and shaking i opened it

 It was just a Hispanic woman giving me extra towels. Relieved i took them from her and thanked her. She nodded and turned to leave but as i closed the door a large foot blocked it from the side and i looked up into piercing dark brown eyes. It was Sir. All 6 ft 5 in of him. He never told me he was that tall. He had sent an older pic when we were on the phone but now i was face to face with him and he was incredibly menacing. He never uttered a word as he looked down on me in disapproval. He was around  40 i would guess but incredibly lean and muscular. Wife beater, sagging pants, prison tats...a petfect nightmare of a Black man. He had on at least a dozen chains as i stuttered and stammered and invited him in but he walked past me pushing the door violently. I ran to the fridge and opened him a cam of malt liquor as he plopped down on the bed. He raised a foot up for me to take off his shoes and i scurried to him handing him the bottle and proceded to take his shoes off.

 He drank it in one long thirst quenching drink. i  got him a second bottle immediately as he took it he finally spoke. "Bitch the next time you are here first you best answer the door nekkid n on yo knees! Ya feel me!!??" What could i say except."Yes Sir."