Evelyn’s reviews seemed reliable, and I was interested in meeting her, so I sent her a text message. On that particular business trip, I was only passing through SLC, not spending the night, so I needed incall. We agreed on a date and time.
While I was on the road to SLC, she texted me. I didn’t want to pull over to respond, so I called her and explained that I was driving. We had a bad connection, and it was hard to understand everything she was saying, but she asked me to call back when I got closer to SLC to give her a better estimate of when I would arrive. When I was about 30 minutes away, I called. She gave me the address to her motel and said I should call again when I got to the parking lot. When I arrived and called, she needed a little more time to get ready, so I waited in my car. When she called back, she still didn’t give me a room number. She described what she was wearing and said she’d come meet me at my car. She wanted to see me first. I suggested that we meet by the pool instead, and she said she’d be right out. Well, I took my time walking over to the pool, thinking she’d be there in a moment; but several minutes passed. No one was in the pool area, so I stood by the fence for a while; then I walked around it, trying to look inconspicuous and wishing I had waited in the car as she had suggested at first. Next to the pool was the motel’s laundry room with a couple of maids working inside, glancing over at me suspiciously. A guy walked past me and seemed to be looking me over. He kept walking; then Evelyn called. Finally, she came out to meet me, dressed just as she had described. She was puffing on a cigarette as we walked to her room, but she put it out before we went inside. She’s a young and pretty Latina with an outgoing personality, and although the “waiting game” was uncomfortable, she soon put me at ease. She’s a smart girl, and we had an interesting conversation for a few minutes. Then it was time for the fun to begin. I’ll tell more about that in