My First Time in the Hotel Shower: Losing My Virginity to Clotilde
Sweat poured down my back. Third-floor hotel room. 3 PM. Clotilde and I had been making beds for hours. Seventeen chambers. Non-stop hustle. My muscles ached. She was in charge. Twenty-five, Black beauty, wide smile. ‘Pause,’ she said. ‘I’m soaked.’ Me too. Heart already thumping from the morning chaos. Earlier, the medical exam crushed me….