She’s got an ass like you’ve never seen.
Round, hard, high. She wears high heels every day of her life. High-heeled boots if it’s winter. She always wears the same pair of black, velvet, skin-tight pants, though I’m beginning to think she owns at least two identical pairs.
He manages the hotel where she works the front desk and the telephones. He’s tall with a small paunch; got a boy’s face that laughs too easily. He’s worked at that hotel for years–well, for the that chain of them, at least. He’s been moved around a lot since he was first hired. He thinks it is because he is too weak, but most everyone knows it was because he is always banging the girl with the phenomenal ass.
She’s 19. She usually dates athletes, but he plays a lot of video game basketball and plays actual golf, so that’ll do. He brushes her flat belly with his hand as he passes her in the corridors. Blatantly. In front of housekeeping and the kitchen staff. She smiles, her teeth short and ivory white, everytime he touches her.
He’ll be moved again soon. Somewhere outside of Baltimore this time, and he won’t take her with him. Without saying goodbye, he’ll sell the CDs she left at his house for a small bag of coke and will fly all the way to Maryland in his Tempo.