Park your car nearby and wait for you

You turn to Jarek. "Listen, park my car near that second building from here," you point. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

Jarek nods. "Alright, ten minutes."

You hand him your keys and a large tip, and in turn he gives you the slip for the valet. He flashes his stellar smile and gets into the car.

You turn to the bellboy as your car drives away and follow him into the hotel.

The hotel is marvelously stunning. Equally stunning are the guests, men upon men that wander past, each a potential romp.

At the front desk, you spell your name out carefully to make sure the attendant doesn't fuck up your reservations. As he works at the computer, you read his name tag.

Bruce.

He's in his mid-20s, you'd estimate. He's handsome, with slicked-back dark brown hair. He is cleanly shaven and his body is slim. He is wearing a cheesy bow-tie with no shirt and an closed gray jacket, revealing the line separating his pecs.

He's not bad looking, you think, but you have to get back to Jarek as soon as you can. You're not missing out on that opportunity. But maybe you'll get to fuck this guy later.

"Here's your key card," Bruce says, handing you the plastic room key that looks like a credit-card. "Your room is 1621. Have a nice day."

You smile quickly and walk away fast. You check your watch and see you only have five minutes left.

The bellboy rolls the cart into the elevator and you follow him in. The doors close as soon as you press the number 16. The elevator lurches upward.

Watching the numbers rise, you decide to look over at the bellboy. His name tag reads Wesley. He's pretty hot, too. Especially in those white short shorts.

Suddenly, you feel the elevator jerk. The lights dim and the numbers stop rising, left on the number 8.

Oh no! You're stuck! And you've got a hot guy waiting for you!