“Carmelo.”
“Hmm, nice name. It matches your skin. Caramel. Carmelo.”
“You have nice skin also.”
He got up to get another tool out of his box.
“Carmelo, are you getting fresh with me?” I asked.
“Would it do me any good if I was?”
I started contemplating the situation. I was in Mexico. Did not know a damn person down there, or even in the entire country, for that matter. All of my friends had already had plans for New Year’s and would not even take a free trip to Cancún on Korey’s ticket; the heifers. I was horny, there was a fine man in my room and he seemed “approachable.”
“Carmelo, have you ever fucked a guest at this resort?”
“No, nunca, never.”
“Would you fuck a guest at this resort?”
“This is wild.” He laughed. “I knew something strange was going to happen to me today. I just didn’t know what it would be.”
“So you’re saying that I’m strange,” I stated offensively as “Back to the Hotel” by N2DEEP came on.
“Actually, you’re fine. It’s like this.” He sat down on the edge of the Jacuzzi and eyed me from across the room. “My girl, she’s been treating me bad lately. She got this really great job and I’m proud as hell of her but now she acts like she’s better than me.” He held up the wrench in his hand. “She doesn’t consider this honorable work.”
“Is she still your girl?”
“I have no idea. I guess, but it doesn’t feel right. Anyway, this morning when I woke up, I was happy for no reason; excited about coming to work. I’m never excited about coming to work. But, here you are, sitting over there on that bed, dripping wet under that robe, and my dick is so hard it could bend this wrench.”
“Let me see it bend the wrench.”
He chuckled.
“I’m serious.”
“Serious. You know I’m kidding. That was only a figure of speech. A dick can’t bend a wrench.”
“But I bet the wrench can do interesting things to a dick.”
He laughed again but this time uneasily.
I got up, untied the belt of the robe and let it glide to the floor. “You like my body.”
“Shit, who wouldn’t?”
“My man cheated on me. Can you believe that?”
“He’s a tonto, a dummy.”
“He thinks I’m too controlling.”
“Are you?”
I sat back down on the bed and patted the space beside me. “Why don’t you come over here and find out. Bring that wrench with you.”
Carmelo stared down at the wrench, hesitated for a minute, but brought it with him as instructed.
I grabbed the wrench, pushed him back on the bed, and ripped open his work shirt. Buttons popped everywhere.