She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.
Lexie’s job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn’t normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he’s offered. Lexie can’t resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her “work,” but is it worth risking her job?
A tidbit about this work:
It’s no secret that I frequent porn sites for sex scene inspiration. Research. All in the name of research. I swear. Like with anything, there are stars I prefer. More than how they look, I like the way they do their jobs. As a kind of tribute, I named my characters after those stars.
“Good to see you,” Mr. Malena said in a boisterous tone. “Glad you could make it.”
“Thanks for inviting me.” The man at the door sounded older. Probably not a bellhop or server. A manager, maybe? Lexie didn’t recognize his voice.
“Come on in.”
“Gladly. Is she here?”
“Here and ready. Come see.”
The men reentered the bedroom. The visitor whistled. “Very nice. Not my definition of ready, but she’ll do.”
“Your definition of ready involves handcuffs and a flogger.”
“Not true. I prefer wrist cuffs and a paddle. You can’t tell me you didn’t think of binding this sweet pet to the foot of your bed and playing with her until she’s begging for release.”
“That’s your game, not mine.”
“You’re missing out.”
“Doubtful, and moving on. This is Lexie,” Mr. Malena said.
She held her breath. What was he doing? He’d never told anyone her name before. Shivers of fear coursed through her. Was this it? Would she be caught?
“Hello there, Lexie,” the visitor said. “You are stunningly drenched. Excited, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Her mouth didn’t work.
Mr. Malena said, “She gets shy sometimes.”
She startled with a muted yelp when Mr. Malena smoothed his hand over her ass.
“Lexie, there’s no need to be nervous. He’s not a hotel employee. He’s an old friend I called out here to meet you. You can call him Mr. Dani.”
“H-Hello, Mr. Dani,” Lexie rasped as she clutched at the blanket over her head. She wasn’t standing up. No way. Mr. Malena had let her hide her face in the past. He didn’t get to change the rules now.
“Nice of you to offer me a snack,” Mr. Dani said. “How did you know I was hungry?”
She didn’t have a chance to form an answer to his confusing statement before his mouth landed on her pussy. It had to be Mr. Dani. His lips were thinner than Mr. Malena’s. She was too surprised to move, and then she was too aroused.
Zenobia Renquist is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife. She and her husband are owned by two demanding cats of the long-haired persuasion. Born in Europe and currently stationed in Hawaii, Zenobia has been traveling all her life. “Where are you from?” is not a question she likes to be asked but will usually answer Virginia, because it’s the one place that feels like home.
Zenobia’s stories range from steamy to scorching and she writes whichever genre catches her interest at the time. When not coming up with ways to torture her characters, she enjoys knitting and crochet (both regular and Tunisian) as well as reading shoujo and yaoi manga.
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