Two hours outside that hotel, waiting for one glimpse of Harry. Then this guy walks up, says he works the front desk, and offers to sneak me in through the back to see Harry after I clean up at his place across the street. Sweaty, desperate, and starstruck? Obviously, I said yes. Fresh out of his shower, towel barely holding on, he looks me up and down and says I’m hotter than Harry. I laughed it off. Then his hand landed on my thigh and stayed there. I said we should head to the hotel, but he reminded me his shift started in an hour. We had time. I dropped to my knees and took his cock as deep as I could. He ate my ass, worked me open in his bed, and fucked me slow and deep until I came all over myself. Then he filled me up and asked if that beat an autograph. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. As I was getting dressed, he admitted he doesn’t actually work at the hotel.