Black: queen's pawn d7>d5

Three days later...
For the "maintenance workers" at the Calhoun City Intercolonial Hotel, morning was the best time of the day. While the business travellers and tourists buzzed around the lobby, the buffet breakfast and the conference rooms, the janitors and grounds crew were free to prepare the pool, spa and recreation facilities to provide distraction throughout the day. They were a sullen assortment of broad-shouldered black men, almost entirely ex-cons, not relied upon (or trusted to) interact with guests face-to-face.

Tyrone Cole was one of them. He adjusted his uncomfortable polyester shirt he was required to wear on duty as he slouched towards the spa center located across the garden from the pool. He unlocked the door and moved around the facility, repeating his daily inspection of the washrooms and treatment rooms. After nearly a half-hour of restocking towels and turning on lights, Tyrone wandered out into the lobby to complete his final chores. As he watered the plants in the foyer, he noticed how unusually quiet it was this morning. He glanced at the clock located behind the counter: it was supposed to be opening time, but none of the spa staff had arrived yet!

A soothing chime announced someone's arrival. Tyrone looked up expecting to see one of the girls, but instead was greeted by a pretty young blonde wearing a silk robe. "Hi, I'm Keri-Lynn Hunter," she said in a southern drawl, approaching the counter. "I have an appointment for this morning."

"Okay..." Tyrone stammered, staring at the stranger for a moment before retreating behind the counter. He saw no appointment book on the desk, nor in the drawer. He glanced suspiciously at the computer. 'Probably locked in there somewhere...' he thought.

"I have a relaxing massage," Keri-Lynn explained patiently. "Followed by a cleanse, and a hair-and-makeup package. I've got a performance tonight, so I've got to look my best!"

"Performance, huh?" Tyrone asked warily. "You performing anywhere I would know?"

"At the King Municipal Center, at the little hip-hop festival!" Keri-Lynn laughed as Tyrone did a double take. "I'm a country western singer, but I'll be performing, too!"

Tyrone smiled. He wasn't sure if she was a high-priced escort with a hell of a cover story, or possibly even what she claimed to be, but he liked her. "Well, why don't you go get yourself ready, then?" He escorted her around a tiled corner and into the ladies change room, a bright and open area of showers and lockers. "We'll be ready for you in a few minutes. Would you like some tea while you wait?"

"No thanks," Keri-Lynn replied with a smile as she glanced down at his nametag. "Nice to meet you... Tyrone."

Tyrone smiled and turned to leave. He paused at the doorway of the dressing room when he glanced back and noticed that the young blonde had already disrobed and was admiring her completely nude body in a full-length mirror. Though slim, she had a nice pair of breasts, which Tyrone assessed as 'C' cups. He also noted a tuft of blonde pubic hair. He thought about lingering awhile, and maybe taking off his own clothes, but reckoned that she would probably call the police, as her disinterest in him seemed to be from genuine obliviousness to his presence as opposed to flirtation. And so he reluctantly returned to the foyer.