“Full service,” said the pretty, young bellhop with an odd quaver, “is something I take very seriously.” Her hips swayed slowly as she fingered the myriad buttons that went down the front of her elaborate uniform.
This loser probably couldn’t even pick up an ugly hooker, Kelly thought to herself as she walked her fingers down the buttons, the real ones were on the left, slipping each one though the hole. She turned around and ground her ass into the guest’s erection. I better get a hell of a big tip for this. He’s short—I’m taller than he is—and ugly. Feels like a big cock though, so he might have something to make up for his looks.
He’d still better tip well.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Kelly asked when the guest started to reach out.
“No touching, right. Sorry.”
“What? Are you high? Don’t worry about me, get your pants off.”
When you look at it from that point of view, Kent couldn’t even pick up a halfway decent looking hooker, so having a leggy girl with a touch of babyfat still on her face occasionally grinding into him as she ever so slowly removed the top of her uniform was new. For one thing, in clubs there was the no touch rule that the girl was flagrantly flouting and demanding that he ignore. Another point was this was free… or was it?
What if this is some sort of entrapment thing? wondered Kent. The girl spun around, completely topless, and began to work on his fastenings. Can’t be. I never asked for it. Hell, I haven’t really said anything. Small but… well, small, breasts pressed into him as she pulled his belt off. Ok, she’s flat, but the rest of her’s great. Even if there is a charge for ‘full service’ it’s going to be worth it. She’s probably saving up for implants.
“Oooh! A big tipper,” moaned Kelly as she dropped to her knees.
“Kelly! What the hell are you doing?” asked the wide eyed boy standing in the doorway with the rest of Kent’s luggage.
“He’s got a big tip for me, and it tastes wonderful!”
The intrusion ruined it for Kent, though. He began to wilt.
“Dammit, Bobby!” shrieked the girl, nymphomaniac, whatever the hell she was. “You had to just barge right in. What the fuck is wrong with you? Knock next ti—Omigod! What’s going on? Why am I—
“Omigod! Something’s happening to my breasts!”
Fri Aug 11 19:54:34 2006