Philip Montero sat on the balcony of his hotel room and took another sip from the glass of dry whisky the lady seated on his lap offered.
He had no idea what her name was, he never bothered with names, it was just another warm body to entertain him while he was in town.
He was however a very paranoid man and he never made any phone calls with any of the women around. He pulled out his phone with his right hand and tapped the left one on her thong covered butt.
“Go make yourself busy in the room, sweetheart.” The woman did not argue, she gracefully raised from his lap and gave him a peck on his lips like a promise for more to come, and walked through the glass doors back into the room.
“Close the doors,” he said to her retreating back.
Once the doors were well and fully closed, he
