Everyone in the lobby was looking at me as I asked for the key to room 586. The guy behind the reception counter flirted with me a little bit before handing over the key. I of course, flirted right back, leaving him standing there blushing and grinning like a mad man.
As I stepped onto the elevator an older couple were already standing near the back. I smiled at both and bid them “Good evening.”, before turning to face the elevator door. As the glass doors slid closed, I caught a glimpse of the older man looking at my ass, and the older woman doing the same. I lowered my head to hide my smile from the both of them. As the elevator stopped on my floor I turned around and said, “If either of you are ever interested, here is my card.” The older man took it, read it then looked at me, the woman was still looking at my business card which her husband was holding in his hand as I exited the elevator.
I made my way down the hall, to your room. You had left instructions to enter without any form of announcement that I have arrived. I slip my card into the door and open it. The whole room is full of flickering candles, I step further into the huge suite only to find no one there at all. I remove my coat, place it on the chair, then move about the suite inspecting the furnishings, and paintings on the wall. I come to the sitting area and find a silver bucket with my favorite Champagne chilling, beside it is a note, “Candee, thought you would like this, pour yourself a drink or five and I will be with you shortly.”
After partaking of the wonderful liquid I hear the door open. I hear your footsteps as you move around the bedroom area, then I feel you walk up behind me, you slip your hands up and down my arms. You lean close to my neck, kissing along the hairline, moving up to my ear. I can feel your breath, warm and sweet against my skin. I turn to face you, and you kiss me, before making your way around the love seat that I am lounging in. You pick me up in your strong arms and carry me into the bedroom. You lay me on the bed, placing your hands on my thighs, moving them up further and further.
I stop you, I have to. You look up at me, a quizzical look upon your face. I stare down at you, then caress your cheek with the back of my hand before I tell you that I need my payment first. You laugh, get up, go inside your briefcase and fling an nondescript envelope at me before saying, “Always the whore Candee, always the whore.” I in turn reply, “Of course, it is after all what I am.” I grin at you, you grin at me, and I let the envelope slip to the floor as your tongue finds just the right spot.
Candee
