A Little Background: I'm rather buxom and I got a bug bite on my chest. Right at the edge of wear the fabric stops when I'm wearing a V-neck or a tanktop. I don't need to be dress inappropriately for people to see it, so everyone can. It doesn't itch if i leave the skin exposed. Sadly if fabric touches it, the bite starts to each like crazy. So when I got dressed for work this evening I thought it was better to wear V-neck blouse so that I wouldn't be scratching at my bust all evening. I mean, who's really going to notice a bug bite right?
I got an answer at around 12:30.
Guest= A middle aged man who is old enough to be my dad. I can say this for sure because his son is only a few years younger than me.
Me= Hina, feeling very uncomfortable.
So I was leaning over the key machine with him standing on the other side of the desk and to my left. He wanted to look at a Balcony room before committing for the night.
Guest= Wow, that's a bad hickey.
Me=*Trying to make the key* I don't have a hickey.
Guest= yes you do. On your chest.
Me= (thinking= And why are you looking at my chest?) Oh, no. That's a bug bite.
Guest= *kind of leans in to examine* Really because it's placed right on your breast.
Me= I promise you. It's a bug bite. A mosquito got me the other day.
Guest= Oh I hate mosquitos. Are you sure that thing isn't a Hickey? It really looks like a hickey.
Me= *adjusts my shirt to cover the bite* Alright now let me show you that balcony room. *Runs by him*
Guest= No need to rush.
And he walked behind me the whole way to the room and back. *shudders*
I got an answer at around 12:30.
Guest= A middle aged man who is old enough to be my dad. I can say this for sure because his son is only a few years younger than me.
Me= Hina, feeling very uncomfortable.
So I was leaning over the key machine with him standing on the other side of the desk and to my left. He wanted to look at a Balcony room before committing for the night.
Guest= Wow, that's a bad hickey.
Me=*Trying to make the key* I don't have a hickey.
Guest= yes you do. On your chest.
Me= (thinking= And why are you looking at my chest?) Oh, no. That's a bug bite.
Guest= *kind of leans in to examine* Really because it's placed right on your breast.
Me= I promise you. It's a bug bite. A mosquito got me the other day.
Guest= Oh I hate mosquitos. Are you sure that thing isn't a Hickey? It really looks like a hickey.
Me= *adjusts my shirt to cover the bite* Alright now let me show you that balcony room. *Runs by him*
Guest= No need to rush.
And he walked behind me the whole way to the room and back. *shudders*
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