Frustrating

After Karen and I ended things, my family convinced me to return to Cincinnati. At first, I tried to get on with the Highway Patrol, but when I talked to a station commander, he told me not to waste my time as there were over 300 positions that needed to be filled state wide, and none of them could go to a white male due to Affirmative Action. I processed with three different Police Departments, but well over 500 people would show up to take the "weed out the morons" test, and the highest I got was #2 choice. The #1 choice took that job. I did start working at the Netherland Plaza Hotel as their hotel detective, and if you guys ever drive through Cincinnati, you need to at least stop and tour this place: Brazilian Rose Wood throughout, solid nickel railings, art deco on the ceiling of the 5 star restaurants, with multiple meeting rooms, one of which is a 2 story oval ballroom that is completely enclosed on both stories with mirrors that are 14 karat gold! A very beautiful hotel, and a nice place to work. The whole time I was in Cincinnati, I had no opportunities for nude recreation, as the local club was still not allowing single men in, but I did get a few opportunities at the hotel I worked at, usually when I had to cover for another detective on night shift. I would sometimes go into a vacant room, get naked and watch some TV, or if I was horny, I would masturbate. I had to be careful though since we wore suit and ties and was subject to being called for an emergency. One night, it was VERY slow, less than 50 rooms rented for the night, and it was as quiet as a graveyard. At some point during the graveyard shift, we were required to walk the hotel from top to bottom to make sure their were no problems, and collect room service orders for breakfast that guests would hang on the outside of their doors. The NP is 30 stories, and it would take at least 45 minutes to walk the guest room floors as well as the hotel admin and public floors. Welllllll, since it was very quiet, and it was 2:00 AM, I got naked in the office, took the elevator up to the 30th floor, and walked the entire route fully naked, not even any shoes, only carrying my radio and the master key to the hotel. Keep in mind that this was in 1985, so hotels didn't have cameras everywhere yet (I miss those days!), so no one could see me on a screen somewhere. There was the very low probability that a guest might walk out of their room and see me, but I had my master key and could duck into multiple places if that happened. So I would walk the floor, go down the stairs at the end, descend to the next floor, and walk that floor to the other stairwell and so on and so forth. The tension was sky high because it was so daring, but I am known for having brass balls and it was thrilling to walk naked for 25 floors until I got down to the admin floor where HR and the employee cafeteria was. Walked it, dropped down to the 4th floor where all the meeting floors were, 3rd floor where Hall of Mirrors are as well as a few other meeting rooms ... all is quiet and not even a mouse is stirring. I drop down to the mezzanine level: Now here is where it could be catastrophic, because the mezzanine is open to the five star restaurant below as well as the bar ... but again, it is dead quiet. I drop down to the kitchen and walk through it nude (don't get grossed out, I did not touch any kitchen appliances or anything), walk through the restaurant, into the lobby, past the front desk (the staff was in the back working on the books), down the stairs into the street level lobby, and then down the stairs to the office. So I walked the entire hotel naked as a jaybird, and it was an incredible feeling during, but especially in celebrating that I was able to pull it off without being seen. THAT! My fellow nudists, was the ultimate nude experience in a public setting that I have ever done and is a fond memory to this day. What a night!