‘I have this thing about wallpaper texture in hotel rooms,’ reveals Cheryl (23) from Brighton, ‘I want to rub my fingers across it and then with tracing paper take a pencil rubbing of it so I can develop an extensive collection where I can compare and contrast the textures from all major upmarket hotels.
So when I caught the eye of a famous drunk footballer in a nightclub at 2 am, and we kissed and he asked me if I would like to come back to his hotel room, I first of all checked I had my 2B pencil and some tracing paper ready and then, of course, accepted his request, why wouldn’t I? It’s a perfect opportunity to get another rubbing for my collection from an expensive hotel room I could never afford to visit on my own.
Then when I entered the room with him, with my tongue down his throat, I was so excited at seeing a wonderfully textured wall surface with a kind of stand-out golden Paisley pattern, something new for my collection. I couldn’t wait to get my tracing paper and pencil out of my Versace handbag and get started.
Then I couldn’t believe what had happened. What on earth was he thinking!? I went into complete shock as that monster bizarrely misread the whole intention I had for coming to his hotel room and started trying to put his hand down my hot pants. I was outraged, utterly shocked, and felt deeply violated.
Luckily for me, after a couple more glasses of champagne and him autographing my mid-riff with lipstick, he was too drunk to continue his assault and fell asleep with his face in a kebab he bought on the way back to the hotel.
Ever since that night, I have been a shaking mess, unable to watch football on TV and beyond doing my sexy but tasteful photoshoot for the Sun and Daily Mirror newspapers in my expose of this monster. I have lost all confidence in appearing in public and lost all trust in my men.
This whole incident has destroyed me, and I can’t bring myself to continue my passion for doing pencil rubbings of textured hotel wallpaper. I have had to limit myself to tree bark rubbings instead, mainly sycamores and an occasional oak tree which just aren’t the same.
If a woman cannot feel safe to pursue her hobby without molestation at 2 am in a rich drunken footballer’s hotel room, when and where can she feel safe?’
