Desk of Desperation - Ch. 5 (August 2024 Story)

Grace woke up unsure of where she was for a good minute and a half. The hangover kicked in real hard. She turned over in bed and remembered everything once she saw Mr. Perry there sleeping. Dawn hadn’t yet broken through the curtains.

            Unlike most people who enjoyed realizing they had a couple more hours of sleep, Grace always saw it as only a couple more hours until work. But this time, Grace didn’t need to rush out of her apartment, run down to the subway station, and ride the subway with a groggy disposition before booking it down another avenue. This time, all she needed to do was take the elevator downstairs and turn left to the front desk.

            She grinned widely and cuddled up to Mr. Perry.

            He really knew how to fuck. He was definitely a little older than her, definitely more experienced. He flipped her over from one position to next with ease – and without even pulling out of her! That never happened before. All those guys she dated before used to talk themselves up only to awkwardly fumble everything in bed.

            She dozed off for an indeterminate amount of time, not realizing when she was dreaming, and then awoke again when she realized her stomach was bothering her.

            That typically happened to her after a night of heavy drinking.

            Fuck. I gotta take a dump…but I’m SOOO cozy in bed right now!

            Her stomach replied with an intense gurgle, one that she was sure might have woken up Mr. Perry, as he turned around and mumbled.

            “Dammit,” she muttered.

            She slid off the bed. It wasn’t until she got up that she felt the weight of everything she had eaten last night. She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom and poked at her protruding gut from her otherwise slim frame.

            Once in the stall, the hangover really got to her. Luckily, the Regal Chateau’s bathrooms had two light settings – a dim one and a bright one. The dim one not only gave a better sense of calm but was much less jarring for people in situations like these.

            Grace’s stomach gurgled but nothing was coming out. She grunted and tried squatting over the toilet seat instead.

            “Uggggh. I’m gonna be here a while aren’t I…”

            She knew the way her stomach worked. Maybe thirty minutes to an hour of intense stomach aches, followed by a literal explosion of shit. That was always the routine after a night of heavy drinking.

            At the very least this would go away before her shift began.

            But halfway through shitting, Grace realized she didn’t turn on the fan to prevent Mr. Perry from hearing her in the bathroom. She had a wild fart ready to blow – it was halfway out the gate when she clenched her cheeks at the last second, but that only brought about pain.

            Maybe…I can reach the switch?

            Grace leaned over the sink to reach the switch for the fan. She couldn’t guarantee that shit wouldn’t suddenly come out though.

            Fuck.

            There was no escaping it – she would have to let it go.

            Grace scrunched up her face as she let out an immense bassy fart that reverberated heavily in the toilet bowl.

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            She grunted and sighed, feeling a million pounds lighter, but also deathly embarrassed at having broken the silence in the hotel room. No doubt he could have heard it. She hoped he was a heavy sleeper.

            “Ah well…here we go.”

            Grace ripped two massive, gutsy farts, the kinds she hadn’t ripped since she was in college. Her insides were all over the place, but finally started to settle once she let go of a third and final ass-ripper that must have dragged on for nearly ten seconds.

            “Jesus fucking Christ…” she murmured, feeling a single bead of sweat on an eyebrow.

            The stank quickly filled the room. She gagged and covered her mouth as she flushed. Mr. Perry may have not minded her burping or letting off that little fart at the front desk – but she couldn’t imagine what he would think of her bombing the bathroom like this. Not even the fan might filter out the smell. She turned it on and left the bathroom with the door closed.

            Once she slid back into bed besides him, he stirred and woke up.

            “You alright?” he mumbled hoarsely.

            “Yeah.”

            A few minutes passed.

            He sighed and got up.

            “Where are you going?” she asked.

            “Bathroom.”

            Grace froze. She remained still hearing him walk around the bed and enter the bathroom. She cringed, wondering what he was thinking about the smell. But he returned only a minute later after a quick pee and slid back into bed holding her like nothing had happened.

            “I have to wake up early for my last meeting,” he said. “I’ll be back here though around 3. You’ll still be working, right?”

            “Yeah.”

            “You can have my other room card…if you want.”

            She looked up at him. “I’d like that.”

            “All the leftovers will be here for you for your lunch break.”

            The thought of that heavy food made her stomach grumble. She knew it wasn’t done yet bothering her. For now, though, it had subsided, and she could fall asleep again.