Guest Services, reprised
written by:
mcerotic

These are the original 3 "Guest Services" stories that the new story, "Guest Services: Tiffany" is a sequel to, although each story stands on its own. Since the earliest story was from the end of 2003 most people here probably never saw them originally. So here they are again...

Guest Service

Michèle had her coat and hat on and was just about to leave when the phone rang.

"I know you are just about to go, Michèle, but could you go and help the guy in room 1243 who is having problems with the wireless internet."

"But my knowledge is pretty limited if it isn't something basic."

"It's just some dumb American who probably can't find the on-button for his computer. And if you can't fix it the technicians should be finished setting up the seminars tomorrow by then and they can go and help."

"OK," Michèle agreed reluctantly.

She took the elevator and soon was knocking on the door to room 1243. It was opened by a bearded man, slightly shorter than Michèle in her heels.

"Dr Stevenson, I'm Michèle Laurent. I'm here to help with the internet," she said.

"Is it that cold in the elevator?" the man asked, looking at her hat and coat.

Michèle laughed. "No, I was just about to go home when I was asked to come and help you get sorted out."

"Oh, well thanks for postponing your departure. It wasn't that urgent."

"Our guests' satisfaction is important to us. But you have an English accent; I was told you were American."

"Well, you were sort of told correctly. I live in America, but I am English although I haven't lived in England itself for nearly thirty years. Anyway, why don't you take your coat off, you look a bit uncomfortable dressed like that."

Michèle unbuttoned her coat and laid it on the bed. Then she moved over to where a laptop computer was on the desk. She picked up the wireless internet connection instruction card and turned it to the French side.

"Did you follow all these steps?" she asked.

"I believe so," said Kirk. "Although I'm not very good following instructions since I tend to assume I know everything."

"I'm not good at following instructions either," said Michèle. She read the few simple steps needed to connect and checked that the computer looked as if they had been performed correctly. Then she saw a problem.

"You haven't put the SSID in for the hotel network."

"Let me see." Kirk took the card from her. Then he turned it over. "Ah, the French side has a step that is missed out on the English side. Look, there is no step 4 on the English side."

Kirk performed the omitted step and almost immediately was rewarded with a beep as his computer successfully connected.

"It's working," he said. "It looks to me like a separatist plot to make us native English speakers look stupid. It reminds me of the Monty Python sketch where everything in the phrasebook is wrongly translated."

"I assure you it wasn't deliberate." Michèle was already thinking about how to get the cards reprinted correctly and updated in all the rooms.

"Well, thank you very much. Can I buy you a drink as a thank you?"

"I'm afraid we're not allowed to socialize with the guests in the hotel."

"You don't seem like the sort of person who would worry about following an instruction like that. You already told me you are not very good at following instructions."

"I have to set an example."

"So it seems that you are a good instruction follower after all. I bet that your fantasies are like that. You spend all day fussing over guests, giving orders to the staff to keep the hotel running, and then when you get home you fantasize about being ordered to do things that you are reluctant to."

Michèle blushed. How had this stranger guessed about some of her sexual fantasies? Kirk noticed her red face.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I can see I have embarrassed you."

"No, it's OK. And you are right, for what it is worth." Michèle never was one to hide her sexuality behind a false veil of modesty.

"So how about having dinner with me in a restaurant that is not in the hotel?"

"I don't think I should."

"I'll make a deal. I bet you something and if I win, you have dinner with me tonight and if I lose then I pay for you to have dinner with a friend of your choice whenever you want."

"So what's the bet?"

"Hmm. What should it be? Something to do with fantasies I think. Maybe your exact bra size. No, I know. I bet I can guess the type of panties you are wearing."

Michèle thought for a moment. She was wearing a green thong so it seemed a safe enough bet to her. She would most likely win a free dinner for her and a friend.

"OK," she agreed.

Kirk put his fingers on his temples as if trying to absorb some sort of rays from Michèle's panties.

"Light blue silk thong," guessed Kirk.

"Wrong," said Michèle, relieved. "But you were close."

"You have to prove that I lost. I can't just take your word for what you are wearing, it is obviously in your interest to tell me I was wrong."

Michèle realized that Kirk had tricked her. He now had her on the defensive.

Kirk spoke again. "Take down your trousers and show me your panties."

Michèle stood there immobile.

"Come on. This is one of your fantasies come to life. A stranger is ordering you to do something a little bit beyond what you are comfortable with, something you've never done before. A battle of wills that you know you want to lose."

Michèle realized that Kirk was right. She felt a twinge of excitement flutter between her thighs. She reached to her waist and slowly undid the button, unzipped her trousers and lowered them. She felt Kirk's eyes where the secret furrows of her sex were hidden by her thong.

"That's almost blue," said Kirk when he saw Michèle's turquoise thong.

"No it's green," she protested.

"Well, blue/green at the best. Is it silk?"

Kirk reached out and slipped his fingers just inside the waistband of Michèle's thong and rubbed the material between his fingers and thumbs. She could feel the backs of his fingers against her pubic hair. The back-and-forth movement of the material tugged gently on Vicki's cunt lips, sending little tremors of excitement through her. She could feel her moisture starting to seep out and soak into her thong.

"It certainly feels like silk," Kirk declared. "I think I win. I got the silk right. I got the thong right. I got the color close."

"But is it close enough?" said Michèle flirtatiously, half wanting Kirk to remove his hand, and half wanting him to slide it down lower, relieve the desire building in her erect clit.

"This is silly. I have my hand in your panties and you are debating about whether I'm going to buy you dinner. Usually it is the other way round. You've been bought dinner and are debating about whether to let a hand in your panties."

"OK," said Michèle pulling up her trousers. "I'll have dinner with you. You certainly seem more interesting than most of our guests. You must have broken my world record for time between meeting you and having your fingers in my pants."

"Shall I call and make a reservation?"

"You won't be able to get in. I'll do it."

"Ah, the secret code-word that reveals one hotel insider to another."

"Exactly." Michèle picked up the phone and efficiently explained who she was and that she needed a table for two at short notice. The restaurant muttered a bit about reorganizing things but agreed on a reservation in half-an-hour's time. "Done Dr Robinson," said Michèle. "Let's go and have a glass of wine in the restaurant bar while we wait for our table."

"Sounds an excellent idea to me. And you can't call me Dr Robinson all evening. My name is Kirk."

Michèle put on her coat. Kirk got his out of the closet. Michèle was on the point of saying something when Kirk spoke.

"Don't worry, I'll go ahead of you. That way you don't have to blacken your reputation by being seen in the lobby with a mere guest. I'd have guessed 36C by the way."

"Well, you'd have been wrong. 34D. And no, I'm not going to take my blouse off so that you can look at the label."

Kirk left the room. Ten minutes later Michèle arrived in the bar of the restaurant. Kirk was looking over the wine list as she slid onto the stool beside him.

"How about a white wine?" Kirk asked her.

"Sounds great."

The waitress approached.

"Est-ce que vous avez choisi?" she asked.

"Oui, on va prendre le Saint Veran. J'ai envie de boire un chardonnay, mais pas californien car j'y habite," Kirk replied.

Michèle looked at him slightly stunned.

"Mais vous parlez français?"

"Oui. J'habitais en France pendant cinq ans. But if it is OK I prefer to speak English with you tonight. I'm too tired to speak good French."

Soon they were shown to their table. They talked about all sorts of things. Life in the hotel business. Living in San Diego. Their upbringing. Michèle discovered Kirk was in the process of getting divorced, and let Kirk discover that she had no current lover. The waiter brought their coffees.

"Was it very exciting when I made you take down your trousers?"

"Incredibly. I was so wet. I've never done anything like that with a total stranger. It might seem less extreme now since I know you a bit better."

"So do you often fantasize about being in sexual situations where you are not in control?"

"Mmm. I think it is because I am so in control in other areas of my life, in my job and so on. People look up to me. Boyfriends and lovers always look up to me. So for fantasy I like to be dominated. I'm not sure if I'm really capable of doing it, so this evening was an interesting experiment."

"The evening is not over. Tell me about your masturbation habits."

"Here? In the restaurant?"

"Absolutely. How often do you masturbate?"

"Every night. And often in the morning. And when I'm not working sometimes during the day too. It's a rare day when I don't have an orgasm."

"So how do you go about it? Do you use a vibrator?"

"Sometimes I use a vibrator towards the end. Usually I start by stroking my nipples. I've got very sensitive nipples. Occasionally I can come just from stroking my nipples. Then I like to cup my cunt. I've got quite fleshy outer lips."

"I noticed the obvious bulge of your sex covered by blue silk."

"Green silk, remember. Anyway, I like to sort of squeeze and release my cunt, letting the excitement start to build. By now I am getting wet so I slip a finger between my lips. I love the slippery feeling as I spread my juices around. Eventually I let my fingers penetrate deeper into my cleft so that I am stroking my inner lips which are very sensitive. Finally I get to my clit. Often I am so excited by this stage that I come immediately I touch my clit. After my first orgasm I keep going. Perhaps I will start to stroke my asshole or start to slip a couple of fingers into my vagina. I'll keep doing that while I have a few more orgasms. Sometimes I finish off with my vibrator for a last mind-blowing orgasm. The vibrator is so intense, especially on my clit."

"Je voudrais la note," Kirk said to the waiter as he passed by.

Kirk turned back to Michèle. "How do you get home?"

"Metro. It takes about half an hour."

"I'll walk you to the station."

"That's not necessary."

"Don't want to be seen with a guest, huh?"

"No, it's not that at all. I'll let you walk me to prove that I'm not ashamed of you. It's been a much more interesting evening than I expected when I first put on my coat to leave."

Kirk handed over his credit card and a few minutes later the meal was all paid for. They left and walked down towards the Metro station. Michèle turned to face Kirk.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," she said.

Kirk bent forward and kissed Michèle chastely on the cheek.

"And thank you. The guest services in this hotel are definitely exceptional."

Michèle turned and went into the station. Soon she was at the top of the stairs to her apartment. She closed the door behind her and slipped off her clothes. In no time she was standing in just her turquoise thong. She slipped that over her hips and stepped out of it completely naked. She had an itch between her legs that just had to be scratched immediately. She sat down in her living room. Her nipples were hard like small pebbles as she rolled them between finger and thumb, feeling the twinges of excitement they provoked in her cunt. She ran her fingers through her sparse reddish pubic hair, cupping the pouch of her cunt in the palm of one hand. She squeezed her cunt lips together, feeling the indirect pressure on her inner lips and her clit. She started to fantasize about Kirk making her take down her trousers. But this time he went further, demanding that she next unbutton her blouse and take off her bra. She stood there in front of him in just her thong and her stockings. He reached out and caressed her breasts. Michèle started to slip a finger between her lips as she fantasized. Kirk ordered her to take off her thong and then move her feet apart. As Michèle's finger delved deeper into the slot of her femininity, she imagined Kirk crouching in front of her gently licking her lips. As her finger reached her clit for the first time she imagined Kirk opening up her cunt lips and delicately touching her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her orgasm burst up on her. She slipped a couple of fingers into her wet cunt as she imagined Kirk sliding his fingers up between her parted legs, pushing into her opening as his tongue lashed her clit. Orgasms started to follow each other in quick succession but somehow they bought no relief. Michèle was as aroused as ever. She continued to fuck herself with several fingers as her finger rolled in small circles on her clit, generating waves of excitement that coursed from toes to scalp to fingertips.

She reached over and picked up the phone. She started to dial, before changing her mind and putting the receiver down again.

She went into her bedroom, picked her vibrator out of the drawer beside her bed and lay down. Turning the switch the vibrator started to buzz. She pushed it roughly into her eagerly waiting cunt. The small beaver on it slipped between her inner lips onto her clit, generating an instant orgasm. She imagined Kirk's body bent over her, his cock sliding in and out of her as she slid the vibrator in and out. She could feel her face flushed red from all the orgasms. She moved the beaver onto her clit again for a last ground-moving orgasm when suddenly it stopped buzzing. Just the throbbing vibrations in the cock-shaped part of the vibrator carried on. But it was enough and Michèle felt her orgasm continuing to build as she added a finger on her clit. The tension in her body built up to an unbelievable level before she cracked like an enormous wave breaking on a rocky shore, followed by the turbulence as waves washed over in all directions.

Michèle was still not satisfied though. She walked back through to the living room, her knees a bit unsteady from the orgasmic high she had been on almost since she walked in through the door. She picked up the phone again. Aggressively, as if doing it too fast to stop herself, she dialed a number.

"Room 1243," she said when it was answered.

"Hello, this is Kirk."

"Are you still up?" Michèle asked.

"Of course. I went down to the bar for a nightcap and then I came back up to my room to wait for your call."

"But I didn't say I would call now."

"No, I know that. But I figured half an hour for you to get home, maybe three-quarters of an hour masturbating and then you would call me. You can have anything you want but you have to come and take it. I'm expecting you."

Michèle was about to reply when the line went dead. She walked through to her bedroom. She opened her underwear drawer and got out a clean thong, white this time. She pulled it tight, the hems cutting into the creases between the tops of her thighs and her outer lips. Back in the living room she put back on her business suit and her coat. Not long later she was back on the Metro. She entered the hotel from a staff entrance and took a service elevator to Kirk's floor. She was neither embarrassed nor surprised when Kirk opened the door to his room completely naked. He moved over to his bed and lay down, his erect cock lying over his stomach invitingly.

Michèle didn't even take off her clothes. Wordlessly, she leant over Kirk's body and gently licked the length of his cock, feeling it kick back under her tongue. She wrapped her long fingers around the shaft and tickled the glans with the tip of her tongue, exploring the slit in the end, running her tongue in a circular path around the rim. As she continued to explore Kirk's cock with her tongue, she started to caress his balls with her other hand. She took Kirk's cock into her mouth. With her hands freed up, as she licked Kirk's cock she unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off. Gradually, as she sensed Kirk's excitement building under her tongue, her clothes fell into a heap on the floor until she was wearing just the white thong. She slipped a hand under the hem from one side so that her fingers were well lubricated. Then, as she carried on fucking Kirk's cock with her mouth, she started to caress the rosebud of his asshole with one finger. As she sensed Kirk getting close to coming she pushed her finger into his tight hole. She was almost immediately rewarded with Kirk's orgasm as he thrust his hips into her mouth as he shot his white seed into her throat.

Remembering Kirk's admonition on the phone to take what she wanted, Michèle moved up the bed until she was straddling Kirk's face. She pulled the white material of her thong to one side and lowered her cunt until it was just above Kirk's mouth. His tongue came out like an eel and started to lick her outer lips very gently, tasting them where they were covered with her cunt juices. She reached down and parted her outer lips with her fingers. Kirk's tongue started to explore deeper, pushing into her cunt opening, running up and down her inner lips, barely skimming her clitoris. Michèle's felt her excitement building up as Kirk's tongue explored every detail of the folds of her sex. When Kirk sensed Michèle was very close, he started to lick her clit more directly and more intensely. Michèle came almost at once, thrusting her hips into Kirk's mouth. She moved further forward, feeling Kirk's nose as it slid between the slick lips of her sex. Kirk's tongue started to ring her asshole, pushing gently but firmly on the centre of its target. Michèle felt her asshole start to relax, felt the tip of Kirk's tongue start to barely penetrate her forbidden opening. Kirk reached up and started to pinch her nipples as his tongue worked its way into her asshole. Michèle had only been taken there once in her life before, but she knew she wanted the second time to be tonight. That thought was enough to make her come again, feeling her asshole grasping at the tip of Kirk's tongue.

She looked over her shoulder. Kirk's cock was hard again already. First, she slipped off her white thong. She slid down his body. Reaching between her legs she guided Kirk's cock into her cunt entrance. As her hips started to rise and fall she bent forward and kissed him. His tongue played in her mouth while his cock played in her cunt. In one sense Michèle felt in complete control; in another sense she felt that Kirk was dominating her, bringing her back halfway across town to fuck him, making her do all the work. Michèle sat up. Kirk reached under the curve of her belly and started to stroke her clitoris as she fucked him. Michèle reached behind herself and slipped a finger into her asshole, slick with Kirk's saliva. She could feel Kirk's cock where it slid back and forth in her next-door vagina. She pushed another finger into her ass, feeling her body relax to accommodate the intrusion. Kirk's fingers on her clit were having their effect and a small orgasm flooded through Michèle.

Michèle lifted herself off Kirk. She turned around and straddled Kirk's legs, her ass towards him. She bent over and offered him her dripping cunt. Kirk moved out from under her and knelt behind her. Michèle reached back and gently held Kirk's cock. Instead of guiding it into her vagina as Kirk had expected, Michèle placed the head of his cock on the centre of the brown pucker of her asshole. Kirk pushed gently, feeling Michèle's asshole open up to accept him. Slowly he started to fuck her ass, getting slightly deeper on each stroke until his belly was pressed against her buttocks, his balls banging on her cunt lips. Almost immediately Michèle came again, feeling her body respond to the exciting novelty of a cock in that rarely used entrance. Kirk started to fuck her vigorously, roughly thrusting deep into her ass before almost pulling out of her. Michèle pushed back hard against him, matching her thrusts to his. She could feel that Kirk was almost coming.

Just before he came, Kirk pulled out of her ass. Michèle turned around and was just in time for his come to shoot out. Some went in her mouth, some on her face, some on her breasts. She licked the end of his cock while she rubbed his cum over her breasts, enjoying the slickness of it on her nipples. Finally, Michèle realized, the desire in her body was feeling satisfied.

Kirk reached over and cuddled Michèle, pulling her against him, pressing her large breasts against his chest. They kissed. Finally she talked.

"Thank you for letting me use your body."

"Not at all," Kirk replied. "Your desire is my desire, your excitement is my excitement. And you were only following my orders. Tomorrow morning I'll be gone but I'll remember tonight forever."

"Likewise. I can't imagine ever having another night like this for the rest of my life."

The two of them chatted a little bit more before they fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, the alarm shattered the silence as the two tired lovers surfaced from deep sleep. Kirk took Michèle's hand and guided her into the shower. He gently washed her all over, paying an unnecessarily large amount of attention to ensure her cunt was clean. Then he took one of the large bath towels and dried her. Michèle went back into the bedroom while Kirk showered. She pulled on her clothes. She needed to be downstairs soon. Kirk was soon dressed as well.

"I'm not very good at goodbyes," he said. He leant in and kissed her. Then he reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. "If I can ever be of service, Ms Laurent, here is my contact information."

"I shall be most displeased if you don't stay in my hotel next time you come to Montreal. If you let me know in advance, I will get you a much better room."

Michèle opened the door and was pleased that the corridor was empty. Unseen by any staff she slipped back downstairs.

Later that morning she happened to be behind the reception desk when Kirk checked out.

"I hope that everything has been satisfactory," she asked.

"Definitely. The staff have done everything I asked of them."

"Good. It was very nice having you. I hope you will come again soon."

"With such positive memories of my stay, I'm sure it won't be long before I come again."

Kirk turned and left the front-door to the hotel. Michèle felt that familiar twinge in her cunt as she thought about Kirk's next visit to Montreal.

Guest Services: Tuesday

"Can you come and help?" said the pretty young trainee.

"What's the problem, Gina?" Michèle replied.

"I'm not sure how to handle this guest, he's too wound up to even know what the issue is."

Michèle moved down the reception counter so that she was opposite the guest.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked him.

"I want you to come to my room," the man replied.

Michèle laughed. "Usually you at least buy a girl a drink before asking that."

"What?" He paused. "Oh, I see. That's not funny. Anyhow, this is just not acceptable..."

The man suddenly relaxed and smiled.

"Actually that is pretty funny. I guess I should calm down a bit. It's not your fault that my plane was delayed and my luggage didn't arrive. And, besides, you are the only person who can really help me so I'd better not piss you off."

Michèle decided to get the man out of the lobby, on view to all the other guests, and find out what was wrong with his room. She walked around the end of the counter.

"Let's go and see."

The two walked across the lobby to the elevator. They were both somewhere in their mid-thirties. He was a little shorter than her, but with the wiry build of a climber or an acrobat. She was taller, and probably would have been even without the heels. She had a large bust, although it simply looked nicely in proportion due to her height. She had long legs that attracted men's eyes when she walked, especially in a hip-hugging skirt like she was wearing. Men's eyes would scan her calves and then move higher, imagining her thighs and the secret garden hidden within.

"Here's the first problem," the man said, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Instead of a spray of water a pathetic dribble emerged. "After twelve hours on a plane I really wanted a shower. So why was I in the lobby?"

The man walked over to the desk and picked up the telephone. He held the receiver out to her. She took it and listened. No dial tone. Michèle took the radio off her belt. She spoke in French. His schoolboy French wasn't entirely up to working out what she was saying but he picked up that he was being moved to a new room. She turned back to him.

"I'm moving you to room 401," she said. "I can let you in with my master key and then go and get you one. You don't have any luggage do you?"

"No, still somewhere in the bowels of Air Canada. And to make things worse they couldn't even give me any toiletries or anything, they were out of them."

He followed her out of the room to 401, which was at the end of the corridor. She opened the door and he walked in. It was a suite with a large living room and a separate bedroom.

"It's looking like a big improvement so far," the man said smiling.

"I'll go and get your key," said Michèle as she left the room.

She was back a few minutes later.

"Here's your key Mr Sheaffer, and I brought a bag of toiletries for you. There should be enough to clean your teeth and shave. I can't do much about your missing clothes though, but here's a hotel T-shirt at least."

"Thanks. You've been very helpful. Can I buy you that drink once I'm cleaned up?"

"Which drink?"

"The one I was meant to buy you before asking you to my room."

"Well we're not meant to go drinking in the hotel with the guests."

Michèle got invitations all the time, far more attention than she wanted. It wasn't even true that she wasn't meant to drink in the hotel with the guests, it was a convenient way to decline that had become automatic. Her boss said that men were like moths around a flame with her. Her natural defense was always to say no. And sometimes to regret it later.

"So we can go somewhere else. How about dinner then? They have restaurants in Montreal don't they? What time do you get off?"

"I'm supposed to be off now, but there were so many people arriving that I stayed on to help out. I ought to get back down."

"How about I have a shower and you wrap up at reception and I'll meet you downstairs in half an hour?"

"I'd really better not."

"How about we toss a coin. Heads you have dinner, tails you go back to reception? No, I've got a better idea, I'll even bet you something where the odds are more in your favor."

Michèle thought back to Kirk, nearly a year ago. He was the last person to bet her that he could win a bet, and take her to dinner if he won. That had turned out to be a very interesting evening indeed. In fact it was the last time she had had sex. She'd remained celibate for months, not having been bowled over by anyone and not wanting the complication of an unsatisfactory relationship.

"Such as what?"

"I bet I can guess on what day of the week you lost your virginity."

Michèle thought for a moment. "What if I'm still a virgin?"

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

She laughed. "OK, that wasn't very convincing was it? What if I can't remember the day?"

"Can you?"

She thought back to that night nearly twenty years ago. It was a Tuesday, she remembered. Her parents were both out on Tuesdays so it was the only night when she had some privacy for a few hours. Enough privacy to finally surrender herself completely for the first time. She nodded.

Meanwhile the man had written something on the notepad by the phone and covered it with his thumb.

"OK, so what's the answer?" he said.

"Tuesday."

He slid his hand to one side so that the first letter of what he had written was visible. It was an ‘M'.

"Monday, I win," she said, laughing. "No dinner for you."

He moved his thumb completely. ‘Mardi'. The French for Tuesday. He picked up the phone and held it out like he had earlier. "You'd better make a reservation."

Michèle suddenly discovered that she'd lost her bet before she'd even really accepted it. She felt as if she was standing at a cliff and about to jump off.

"OK. Where do you want to go?"

"I'll leave that to you. In fact you can be in charge of what we eat and drink?"

"And what will you be in charge of?"

"I'll be in charge of sex."

She'd definitely stepped off the cliff.

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that you can decide what restaurant we go to, you decide what we eat, you pick the wine, you choose a cognac or whatever. And I'll choose any sexual stuff."

"But what if I should just happen not to want sex, for instance?"

"That's my job to find out. Just like you need to find out what sort of food I like and whether I have any allergies. If you don't want sex then it's my job to make sure you get home to your own bed alone. Where I'd be willing to bet, being a betting man as you know, that you'd fantasize about what might have happened and give yourself a little treat before you sleep."

Michèle felt herself blushing slightly. It wasn't as if she could claim she wasn't that kind of girl. He was probably right. If she ended up turning him down she probably would go home and masturbate about him fucking her anyway. But having stepped off the cliff she knew she wanted to find out how the story was going to end.

"On the other hand," he continued, "just like you can decide to push my food tastes by feeding me escargots if you choose, I might push you sexually."

"Like how?"

"We'll have to wait and see won't we. Or perhaps we could start right now and have you take off your panties."

Michèle looked him in the eyes as she held her hands at her sides and slowly gathered folds of her skirt until she had worked it up over her hips. His eyes held hers, resisting the temptation to look down to where she knew her sex was just covered by her thong. She kept staring into his eyes as she slipped the waistband of her thong over her hips and let it fall to her ankles. She knew he must be dying to look down at her now-naked sex, impressed at his willpower holding her unblinking gaze. She slowly worked her skirt back down until it fell back into place. She kicked her thong across the floor.

"OK," she said. If he were going to play games she would give as good as she got. She took the phone out of his hand, dialed a number and was soon efficiently speaking French. Evidently she was making a reservation.

She hung up the phone. "I hope you like oysters."

"And if I don't?"

Michèle chose her words carefully, knowing what she was signing up for. "You don't get to choose."

She turned and opened the door. "The restaurant is across the street. ‘Café du Plateau.' Be there in half an hour. Oh, and I'm going to call you Albert, I refuse to call you Mr Sheaffer all night"

"There's a province named after me apparently."

"I should have used that line when we had Prince Edward staying."

She turned and left the room. As she went back down to reception she felt very exposed and vulnerable, each time she moved her unaccustomed nakedness under her skirt made itself felt.

She arrived in the restaurant a few minutes before him. Of course he was still in the same clothes although he'd presumably finally had his shower. The barman put down two martinis in front of her. She picked up one and held it out to him.

"So you don't even ask what I'd like?" he said.

"No," she replied. "It's more fun to guess."

"Sometimes it's fun to ask though." He took a sip of his martini. "Do you like sucking cock?"

Michèle was initially so surprised she was speechless. But she soon recovered. "I love it."

"Tell me how you like to do it," he said quietly.

"I prefer doing it kneeling down while my partner is either standing up or sitting down. I like the kneeling position, it is a feeling of submission and at the same time it is a feeling of power because you hold the most vulnerable part of a man in your mouth and because you're the one with the power of bringing him wherever you want him. I enjoy that contrast. I like to go slow, make it last as long as I can, or as long as my lover can. I'll usually start lightly touching, exploring his cock. Not stroking yet, simply lightly touching and watching it grow and harden. Then I'll start stroking lightly with one hand and bringing my lips to it, I'll start kissing it. I like to let my tongue run the length of the shaft and circle the head. I also love letting my tongue push against that little slit opening on the head, often tasting the pre-cum juices. While stroking the cock with one hand I like to play with the balls, sucking them into my mouth in turn and then spreading my lover's leg a little letting my tongue wander further between his legs until I've reached that little rosebud, which I lick until it is well lubricated. I'll then work my way back to the cock and take it in my mouth in one movement as far as I can and often while my lover is still moaning I'll insert a finger into his ass. I'll have run the finger between my legs while playing with him so it is nice and wet. I love the chain effect that causes in a lover. The moan as I take his cock in my mouth and then following it immediately with the anal play before the first moan was completely out. I enjoy the surprise effect and the heightened arousal that follows."

Michèle paused. As she took a sip of her drink she casually ran the back of her hand across the noticeable bulge in Albert's jeans.

"Then I will usually start building a little suction, fucking his cock with my mouth, while finger fucking his asshole or gently stroking it with my fingers, attentive to how he reacts and trying to find what he prefers. I like to apply a little more pressure with my lips just below the head of the cock. I'll also play with his balls, putting a little pressure when he comes too close to coming. I already told you I like to take my time. I'll alternate between different caresses and eventually build up to a mouth fucking rhythm that will bring my lover to climax. Sometimes I like to swallow my lover's cum and sometimes I simply want to rub it all over my body, assuming I'm naked. I also like to rub it all over my lover's body and then lick it off. How I perform a blow job will be different depending who I'm giving it to, of course."

Albert put his drink down on the bar. "I think we need an amuse bouche to start our dinner." He put his hand on her back and directed her towards the bathroom. He opened the door to the men's. Luckily it was empty. They went into a stall. Without being asked she turned and knelt down on the floor with her feet on either side of the toilet, totally submissive before him. He leant against the door as she reached out and slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid down the zip. She pulled down his underwear and slipped her hand between his legs, caressing his balls. His cock was already rock hard from her description in the bar of the treat she was about to give him. She held his cock in her fist as she started to lightly kiss it. She worked his jeans down to his ankles as her kissing went lower. She licked his balls, sucking each one into her mouth. Meanwhile she moved her other hand underneath her skirt, pushing a finger into her own wetness. She held his balls in both hands as her mouth moved to his pink knob. She wrapped her lips around him and finally took him into her mouth, and a moment later, just as she had described, she pushed a finger slick with her own juices into his asshole, feeling his hips thrust almost automatically into her mouth.

The door to the bathroom opened. Michèle knew that she could be seen under the gap at the bottom of the partition but it only turned her on more to realize that someone might see, that the position of their feet would make it obvious what was happening. She started to stroke his cock with a fist as she sucked on his cockhead. As her strokes got faster she started to fuck his asshole with her slick finger. The bathroom door opened and they were alone again. She could tell Albert was close to coming, could feel his balls tightening on her hand. She moved her tongue to the most sensitive triangle of his cock and started to fuck him faster with her mouth. She was taking him deeper now, could feel his cock pushing into the back of her throat. When she sensed he was just on the point of explosion she thrust her finger deep into his ass. She was rewarded almost instantly with jets of warm come pumping into the back of her mouth. She swallowed until his cock stopped jerking. Then she stood up.

She pulled her skirt up to her waist. This time he looked down. She watched his eyes as they got their first glimpse of her sex. She sat down on the toilet. She spread her legs for him, feeling totally submissive again. He pulled up his underwear and his jeans, watching her as she peed. When she stood up she pulled her skirt back down over her naked sex. They were both respectably dressed again.

The waitress came to seat them just as they arrived back at the bar. During the meal they casually discussed their backgrounds and interests. The fact that sex was not mentioned explicitly merely served to build up the sexual tension between them. They knew they would fuck that night, but they didn't know how.

The waiter brought them two cognacs and the check. Soon after Michèle and Albert walked back to the hotel.

"So tell me," said Michèle, "when you chose Tuesday was it a random choice?"

"No," Albert replied. "Ages ago, back when I was a student, I surveyed a couple of dozen friends as a way to break the ice at a couple of gatherings. It turned out that Tuesday was far and away the most popular day?"

"And the least popular?"

"Surprisingly, Saturday."

"Maybe people decided who they were first going to have sex with at the weekend and then Tuesday was when the finally had enough privacy to actually do it. I think that is pretty much what happened in my case."

"Let's go to the gym," said Albert as they arrived back in the hotel.

"It's closed at this time of night," replied Michèle.

"But you have a master key I presume."

"There are security cameras," Michèle said. "We'd better leave the lights off."

The machines lurking in the semi-darkness, illuminated only by the lights of Montreal outside the floor to ceiling windows, looked like something out of a science fiction movie.

Michèle felt Albert behind her. His fingers undid the zip on her skirt and dropped it into a puddle around her feet. He stayed behind her as she felt his fingers undoing the top button on her blouse and gradually working their way down. He peeled her blouse off her shoulders. His fingers undid the clasp on her bra. She shook her large breasts free. She was completely naked.

He took her over to one of the weight machines and sat her down. He moved the pin to set it to an easy level. The soft cushions of the machine pressed against the outsides of her thighs.

"Spread your legs," Albert ordered her.

Michèle moved her legs apart, pushing against the resistance of the weights. The position she was sitting in felt obscene. As she spread her legs to operate the machine, she exhibited her cunt like in some porno magazine.

"Keep them apart until you come," Albert told her.

He knelt down in front of her and bent forward. Michèle shivered with anticipation. Albert started to gently lick her outer lips. She was already very excited. She felt his fingers opening her up and his tongue going deeper into her. She could already feel her juices seeping out of her and running down the crack of her ass. Albert's finger started to rub her juices on her asshole as his tongue moved up and started to tease her clit.

Although the machine was set to a very light level, it was starting to get hard to keep her legs spread against the weights trying to close them. Michèle wondered if she'd be able to come before her legs gave up and she had to move them together. She concentrated on the wonderful feelings that Albert was creating between her legs. His tongue was making little circles on her clit, at the same time as his finger was making little circles on her asshole. His fingertip just penetrated her, rubbing her juices into her rarely used entrance. He started to lick her clit a bit harder now. Her body felt taut, stressed by the effort required to keep her legs spread and also tightening up as it always did as her orgasm approached. She felt him push a finger into her cunt. He licked her clit rhythmically as he started to finger fuck her, one finger sliding in and out of her cunt and one finger in and out of her ass. She closed her eyes. Her hips were starting to rock gently in time with Albert's fingers. She felt her legs starting to yield to the pressure of the machine and so she spread them more forcefully, thrusting her hips forwards into his mouth. Her arousal was nearly at a peak. Normally she liked to take her time at this point, to delay her climax and let the pleasure build and build. But her body was too tense, straining against the machine and straining internally against her imminent orgasm. She abandoned herself to the onrushing pleasure as the tension finally broke. She felt the heat radiate out from her clit where Albert gently prolonged the last few waves of pleasure, while his fingers slipped in and out of her pulsating cunt and ass. Albert pulled back just as her legs were finally unable to fight the machine and thighs came together.

Albert took Michèle through to the swimming pool. He undressed in the dim light and dived into the water. Michèle followed him. They swam a couple of lengths until Michèle rested at the shallow end, her elbows on the side of the pool. She felt Albert approach from behind. Albert put his hands on her breasts as he pushed his erect cock against her ass, pressing it into the crack between her cheeks. He slid down. She could feel her lips cradling his cockhead in the entrance to her body. Her body was on fire, anticipating the wonderful feeling as his hard cock would slide into her tight cunt, unused for so long except by her vibrator.

Suddenly the lights came on. A young woman in hotel uniform entered, the same trainee who Albert had been arguing with earlier in the day. She saw Michèle. She either didn't notice their nakedness or deliberately ignored it.

"Oh sorry, Madame Laurent, I didn't know anyone was in here."

"It's OK Gina. We're not meant to be here. It can be our secret."

Albert swam up until he was beneath where Gina stood at the edge of the pool.

"Why don't you come and join us?" he asked.

"I don't think so."

He reached out and grabbed one of her ankles, threatening to pull her in fully clothed.

"I know," he said, letting go of her ankle. "I bet I can guess what day of the week you lost your virginity on."

The girl blushed slightly. Albert reached out and with a wet finger wrote something on a dry tile and covered it with his hand. Michèle was pretty sure she knew what he'd written.

"Come on, it's not that intimate a piece of information."

She thought for a moment. "Tuesday."

Albert lifted up his hand. "TU" was written on the tile. "So now you have to come in with us."

Gina thought for a moment. Albert and Michèle watched her. She'd never agreed to a bet so it wasn't certain she wouldn't just leave. She slipped off her suit jacket, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She undid the zip at her side and slipped out of the pants of her suit. She kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her stockings.

She stood at the side of the pool in her underwear, a plain white sports bra and a pair of blue boyshort panties. She had a body just about the opposite of Michèle's. Whereas Michèle was tall, Gina was short. Michèle had large breasts, Gina was almost flat-chested, barely filling the unnecessary bra she wore. Michèle had short styled brown hair, Gina had long straight black hair.

She dived into the water and swam a length and hauled herself out of the pool at the other end. Gina looked down, and realized just how transparent her underwear had become. Her small nipple were clearly visible through the white cotton of her bra, and her blue boyshorts now clung to her lips, her cleft clearly visible. As was the fact that she was shaved, with just a small tuft of pubic hair left for decoration, another contrast to Michèle's fuller triangle of reddish-brown curls. Gina pulled her useless bra over her head and then slipped her boy shorts over her hips and let them fall. She dived back into the pool and swam up to the shallow end to Albert.

He put his arm around her and pulled her towards him. He started to kiss her, pleased that her tongue responded immediately. Michèle swam up beside them. He leant over and kissed her, pulling the two women against him. The three of them kissed, their tongues intertwined in a swirl of passion. Albert pulled back for a moment and watched as the two girls kissed each other aggressively. He took Michèle's hand and circled one of her fingers on Gina's nipple. When he removed his hand Michèle continued to stroke the young girl's breast. Albert took Gina's hand guided it to one of Michèle's large breasts.

Albert leant over and whispered in Michèle's ear. "I want you to lick her and get her ready for me."

Michèle guided Gina to the steps and lay her down on a cushioned recliner. Gina didn't resist as Michèle spread her legs. Albert noticed another difference from Michèle. Whereas Michèle had fleshy outer lips that hid the delights within, Gina had luscious big inner lips that protruded from her sex like a pink orchid, and a small gold ring pierced through the hood of her clit.

"I've never been made love to by a woman," Gina said.

"I've never made love to a woman," Michèle replied. "I don't think I even seen another woman's pussy this close before."

"It's a good day for first times," said Albert, "It's Tuesday."

Michèle bent down and delicately ran her tongue over the younger woman's inner thighs, slowly working her way up towards her shaved outer lips. As Gina got more aroused her lips engorged and her pink orchid opened like a flower. Michèle ran the tip of her tongue up between Gina's lips. She shivered with excitement. Michèle flicked the gold ring with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a squeal of arousal. She ran her tongue in circles on the ring. Gina shut her eyes and reveled in the intense pleasure. Michèle held the ring and delicately pulled Gina's hood off her clit. She started to lick Gina's clit more directly, moving the ring rhythmically in time with the strokes of her tongue. She moved lower and pushed her tongue into another woman's cunt for the first time in her life. Gina tasted a little different from her own juices, she thought, as her tongue slid up between Gina's large pink lips and back to where they came together around Gina's steel-hard clit. It was obvious that Gina was nearly coming, her body was taut on the recliner, her face was bright red and she was moaning with excitement on every deep breath.

Michèle took Gina just to the brink and then moved aside. Albert positioned his cock in Gina's opening and pushed into her flower in a single thrust. It took Gina over the top and she cried out when her climax hit her, her body clenching on Albert's cock like a milking machine while he thrust deep strokes into her.

Gina started to thrust her hips as her orgasm died away, pulling up her knees to take Albert even deeper into her body. Albert felt Michèle's finger on his asshole, opening him up before pushing into him. At each thrust of his hips he rammed his cock into Gina's welcoming cunt, and each time he pulled back Michèle worked her finger a little deeper into his ass. She started to stroke his balls with her other hand. She knew he wouldn't be able to last long. She started to work a second finger into his ass.

Albert felt his orgasm approaching. He almost stopped thrusting, enjoying the feeling as Gina fucked his cock with her thrusting cunt, and Michèle fucked his asshole with two fingers. He remained almost motionless and let the two women take him the rest of the way until he felt his body awash with pleasure and his cock pumping into the young woman beneath him. He lay on top of Gina, her hard nipples against his chest, and let his cock go soft inside her. Finally he stood up.

"Shit," Gina said, looking over at the clock on the wall. "I'm late for my turn on the front desk."

"Just tell them that I detained you," Michèle said, "It's not even a lie."

Gina leaped up, pulled on her suit without bothering with her wet underwear at the other end of the pool and rushed out.

Albert and Michèle started to dress.

Albert opened the door to his suite and the two of them slipped inside. Albert was pleased to see his suitcase had finally arrived from the airport.

"Your turn," he said. "You've been dying to be fucked all evening, haven't you?"

Michèle undressed again. She sat down naked in the large chair, put her legs out to either side and draped them over the arms. She moved her bottom forward until it was on the front edge of the chair. Her could feel her juices flowing, could feel them seeping down between her ass cheeks. She reached down and slowly started to masturbate, playing with her lips, spreading her wetness around. Albert watched her as he undressed.

He knelt in front of the chair where Michèle lay spread open, her fingers slipping in and out of her sopping cunt as she fucked herself. She moved her fingers out of the way, reached down and spread her lips, opening herself up, inviting him in. She felt an incredible desire to be penetrated. Her cunt had been fallow for too long. Albert's cock was at just the right height. Albert moved slowly forward and his cock just nuzzled between Michèle's spread lips. He gradually inched forward, feeling the slight resistance before her body relaxed totally to admit him. Albert teased her, not entering her further, barely moving his cock back and forth in the entrance to her cunt.

He reached forward and took both her nipples between a finger and thumb. He pinched hard, watching as she screwed up her face in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pressed his cock forward, slowly slipping deeper into her as he mercilessly squeezed her nipples. She could feel his balls against her ass as finally his cock was completely in her. He bent forward and took a now-hard nipple into his mouth. He held it in his teeth while his tongue flicked back and forth over the sensitive tip. At the same time his hips started to thrust in and out of her, sliding his cock almost completely out of her before burying it up to the hilt. Michèle stopped holding her cunt-lips apart and started to stroke her clit. She knew it wouldn't take much to make her come, she was at a fever pitch from all the exciting episodes earlier in the evening. Unlike on the weight machine, she could now take her time. She let her arousal level build up, keeping herself just short of climaxing, letting her excitement increase excruciatingly slowly, trying to prolong the pleasure for ever. Albert's cock was at just the right angle inside her cunt as he knelt between her outspread thighs. Albert gave a final squeeze to her sensitive nipples and it was enough to start the firework display of her orgasm. He fucked her gently as wave after wave washed through her cunt until, eventually, her body was quiet.

She rarely let men fuck her ass, it required too much trust, but tonight she knew she wanted give Albert that special treat. She wanted everything.

"Sodomises-moi," she said. It sounded so much better in French.

Albert pulled out of her. She put one hand behind each knee and pulled her legs back on the arms of the chair, rolling her hips back further. Her ass was spread obscenely at the front edge of the chair. Albert looked down at the tight brown pucker of her rear entrance, slick where her juices had run down out of her wet cunt. He pushed a finger into her, spreading around her lubrication. Her orgasm had made her relaxed. He positioned his cock and slowly pushed forward. She bit her lip as his cock distended her, the feeling was so intense, just the wrong side of painful. Albert started to fuck her tight asshole, working his cock in deeper as her body relaxed. Michèle reached down and pushed her fingers into her cunt as Albert's entire cock finally disappeared into her bottom. As sometimes happened to Michèle with anal sex, an orgasm suddenly came unexpectedly out of nowhere. She could feel the powerful muscles of her asshole as they rhythmically crushed Albert's cockshaft. Michèle was covered in a sheen of sweat. Albert started to fuck her ass more roughly now, hammering his cock into her, taking his pleasure and no longer concerned with hers. He kept going, vigorously thrusting deep into her ass until he started to come. He pulled out and jets of white come shot across Michèle's belly. She grabbed his cock and pumped him dry. She rubbed his come into her skin as if it was a lotion.

Once they had their breath back, the two of them walked naked into the bedroom and got under the sheets, their bodies pleasantly worn-out by an evening of intense sex. Early the next morning Michèle got up, got dressed and slipped downstairs to start the day. A hotel never sleeps. Albert got up later. He saw Michèle's thong from the night before still lying on the floor where she had kicked it after he had first made her remove it. He smiled to himself knowing Michèle must be at work, naked underneath the skirt of her suit.

Albert arrived in the lobby to check out, finally in some clean clothes. Gina and Michèle were both behind the reception counter.

"I'm sorry about the original problem with your room," Gina said smiling. "I trust that the service has been good enough to make up for it."

"I hope you are going to come again soon," said Michèle.

"I'm coming next Tuesday, but I'm arriving late. I assume that room service will be available."

"Of course. Our guests' satisfaction is our highest priority. I will be happy to handle you personally"

Guest Services: Tungsten

"That rock star on the eighth floor is causing problems," Gina said to Michèle. They were at the front desk of the hotel where they both worked in Montreal. Gina replaced the phone. "That's the fourth call in the last hour or so complaining about the noise. I've already sent someone up to talk to him but they only managed to talk to his personal bodyguard who said he'd calm him down. But nothing has improved."

"I suppose I'd better go and read the riot act."

"Take security with you," Gina said. "You don't want anything to get out of hand. I think there are a lot of girls in there."

Michèle was on duty as the manager of guest services at the top hotel in Montreal. Gina was a junior employee. Michèle and Gina had shared a sexual experience when Albert had come to the hotel a year earlier. However, as if by unspoken agreement, they always acted as if it had never happened and never talked about it.

But now they had a problem to deal with. Mike Tungsten was one of the most famous rock stars in the world at that time and he had performed in Montreal that earlier that night. Michèle didn't like rock stars. They usually stayed at her hotel since it was the best in the city, but they were often self-centered and tended to cause trouble. Not really bad trouble, like throwing the furniture out of the window; that sort of thing went out in the 70s. She didn't mind how many groupies they had in their room as long as they were quiet and in the room, rather than noisily running up and down the corridors. But the combination of a late-finishing concert, alcohol and hormones often meant that the sounds of the late-night orgy would carry throughout that whole area of the hotel resulting in a barrage of complaints to the front-desk.

Michèle called security and explained the situation. Moments later a large intimidating man in a pin-stripe suit appeared, looking like an Al Capone bodyguard straight from central casting. Michèle and the security guard went to the elevator. When they arrived at Mike Tungsten's room, his personal bodyguard was standing outside his door.

If it had been an animated movie, the door to Mike Tungsten's room would have been throbbing. There was a rhythmic thump of loud music and the rhythmic sound of several other women singing badly in time with the backing vocals of the music. And the rhythmic moans of a woman close to orgasm being fucked,

"I need to talk to Mr Tungsten," Michèle said. It seemed ridiculous saying that, she knew it was a stage name anyway. Plus he was registered under a third name in any case.

"I'll talk to him," the bodyguard said.

"No," Michèle said insistently. "You've already talked to him and it hasn't done any good. I'm going to talk to him or I'm going to ask you all to leave. Please open the door."

"Nobody goes in there without my say-so," the bodyguard replied aggressively. Michèle had been in this situation before and wasn't going to back down. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key-card, a master key to the entire hotel.

"I do," she said. Michèle slid the key-card into the slot on the door. The bodyguard reached out to pull her arm away but was himself surprised to find his own arm pulled away. Michèle's security guard looked the bodyguard in the eyes, a sort of alpha-male battle of will. The bodyguard knew he had to back down; he would lose any physical fight, not to mention his job, if he created an incident.

Michèle and her security guard walked into the room. Inside the music was deafening. She walked over to the large amplifier and turned down the largest knob hoping, correctly, that it was the volume. Mike Tungsten was kneeling on his bed, a young blonde on all fours in front of him being fucked from behind. Another woman lay on her back on the bed licking Mike's balls as his hips moved back and forth. Two other women, clearly drunk or stoned, sat naked watching, with bottles of beer in one hand, their other hands languidly masturbating as they watched their own personal porno.

Mike Tungsten looked up surprised at the intrusion. She expected him to be drunk too, but he seemed sharp and sober.

"Party's over," he said to the women. "Time to go home, girls." He picked up a pile of discarded clothes and threw them at the naked women. Then he got into bed and lay back on the pillows.

Michèle and her security guard stood there for a minute or two as the women sullenly got dressed.

"Make sure they leave," Michèle said to the security guard. He left with the four women leaving Michèle alone with Mike Tungsten.

"Sorry about that," he said. "It's hard to come down after a concert. Standing on the stage with thousands of people clapping and cheering really gets the libido up. I don't drink, don't do drugs, so a groupie or two is just my way to relax."

"Aren't they a bit young for you?" Michèle said without thinking. Mike Tungsten was about forty. The groupies looked more like eighteen. At least she hoped they were eighteen, they could well have been younger and she knew Mike Tungsten wasn't going to have been demanding their IDs.

"You sound like my mother." Mike sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Michèle was aware of his blue eyes drilling into her. He looked her up and down. She knew he was undressing her in his mind. She could feel his eyes removing her bra, imagining her large breasts, imagining her nipples. She could feel his eyes sliding lower, slipping into her panties and into the private cleft where she felt small twinges of excitement from the attention.

Mike Tungsten stepped out of bed and stood in front of Michèle. He was still naked. Although Michèle was tall, Mike was a good six inches taller. He clearly spent a fair bit of his spare time in the hotel gyms as he toured, his physique was ripped.

Michèle's reaction was split. One on hand she didn't like rock stars: too narcissistic, always drunk, their cocks having penetrated a thousand women. But her body reacted to the muscular and obviously intelligent man in front of her. Her body wanted to be the thousand-and-first. She should leave but she was rooted to the spot. Mike Tungsten said nothing, just watching her. Michèle didn't look down but even so she could sense that Mike's cock was growing, hardening, starting to point at her rather than hanging limply and unthreateningly.

"I should fuck someone older than me, like you, is that what you mean?" Mike asked, a slight smirk on his face, knowing full well that was not at all what she had meant. His cock was fully erect now. Michèle felt tempted to reach out and touch it, forbidden fruit that it was. Or fall to her knees and submissively take him into her mouth. She felt the tightness between her legs, knew her panties must be soaked with her unwanted desire.

The silence grew longer and lay heavier. "I'm younger than you anyway," Michèle blurted out, not yet ready to do what she should and leave.

"I bet you aren't."

It was a long time since she'd had sex with a guest at the hotel. It only happened very rarely even though she was not short of invitations. Men around her were like moths around a flame. She thought back to Kirk who had bet her that he could guess the color of her panties and got close enough that she'd agreed to have dinner with him. And later she'd returned to his room with a clean pair of white panties that she'd invited him to remove. Then she thought of the last guest she'd had sex with, Albert. He'd bet her he could guess the day of the week she lost her virginity. When he'd got it right she'd given him a blowjob in the restaurant women's room, before finding new ways to have fun in the gym and swimming pool, along with Gina.

"I bet you aren't." The words still hung there in the air, a gauntlet thrown down to be picked up or rejected. Michèle felt the heat sweep over her body. She knew she'd take the bet, she knew the consequences of losing.

"OK," she said. "How old are you?" She was pretty sure he was over forty and she was only thirty-six herself. So should be safe. Of course, she didn't really want to be safe. She just wanted to abdicate responsibility for what happened, as if it was something inevitable, nothing to do with her. Like with Kirk and Albert's bets leading to Kirk and Albert's beds.

"Thirty six," he said. She wasn't sure if he was toying with her, matching his age to what he guessed hers to be.

"You are the same age as me then. So when is your birthday?"

"March 23rd"

"That's the same as mine," she gasped. "What time were you born?"

Mike laughed. "I haven't a clue. Anyway, it's close enough."

"Close enough for what?" she replied, wondering how things would progress. Nobody had said anything, but she knew that somehow she'd consented to have sex with him.

He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. He leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. Then with light pressure on her shoulders he turned her around so she had her back to him. She felt his hands on the zip of her dress, felt the cool air as he slid the long zip down her back. His fingers undid the catch on her bra. He turned her back again to face him. He pulled the shoulders of her dress forward, along with her bra-straps. They fell from her body. Her nipples were already hard but if anything they hardened more. They were aching for his touch.

He pushed the material of her dress lower, over her hips, until it puddled around her ankles. She stepped back, kicked off her shoes and stood there in just her dark blue stockings and a modest pair of white panties. His blue eyes once again scanned her body, homing in on her erect nipples before slipping lower. She felt her clit spasm as if his eyes had burned through her panties like a laser.

He nodded almost imperceptibly. But to her it was an order. She turned her back to him, reached down and slid one of her stockings down to her ankle. She knew her sex would be bulging provocatively between her thighs, just covered by the thin material of her panties. She kicked off the stocking and repeated the teasing procedure with the other.

Finally she moved her hands to her side and started to slip her panties lower. She lowered her panties to her ankles, her body bent right over She knew he'd have his first view of her cunt, framed between her thighs. She'd seen a photo of herself taken from that angle by an old boyfriend. She knew just how obscene it looked. She had plump outer lips that completely hid her inner lips, so her sex looked like a tempting fruit, all smooth outside with the sweet juiciness hidden within. A sweet juiciness she knew he'd soon be savoring. She turned back to face him, revealing her neat triangle of unexpectedly red pubic hair.

Wordlessly, she knelt down on the floor right in front of him. She looked up into his eyes as she reached out with one hand and grasped his cock. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked his cockhead as if she was savoring an especially tasty ice cream. She felt him shiver slightly at the first touch of her tongue. With her other hand she lightly caressed his balls. At the same time she took his cockhead entirely into her mouth. His cock jerked as her tongue slid up the sensitive underside.

She moved the hand stroking his balls and ran her fingertips between her own legs, gathering a little of her own copious wetness. She moved the hand back so that his balls rested on her palm. Slowly, she pushed a finger back behind his balls, probing between his ass cheeks for the little dimple of his asshole. The tip of her finger found its target. And slowly circled his asshole, lubricating it with her own juices. She pushed slightly into his asshole, feeling his body give a little to admit her. Then, with that single finger, she pulled him closer to her, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, using her tongue to coat him generously with her saliva. She pushed her finger a little deeper into his ass, cradling his balls in the palm of her hand.

In one sense she felt very submissive kneeling before Mike Tungsten, the world-famous rockstar. But in another sense she knew he was at her mercy. As her mouth worked his arousal up she knew that he would be ready to do anything for the feeling of his cock in her mouth, of slipping into her warm cunt, and eventually the feeling of orgasmic release when finally she would bring him to nirvana.

She started to drive up Mike's level of arousal. One hand stroked the shaft of his cock while her tongue licked the head. Her other hand stroked his balls with one finger buried in his ass. She removed the hand on her shaft so that she could take his cock deeper into her mouth, enjoying the feel as gradually the head of his cock slipped first into the back behind her tongue and then gradually she worked him into her throat. She felt he was starting to get close to coming but it was still too soon.

She stood up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she lay back, pulled up her knees and spread her legs. Mike didn't need telling what to do. He bent over between her thighs. Her body shivered involuntarily as his tongue slid along the furrow of her sex, first just touching her lightly but gradually pushing deeper, parting her outer lips to touch and taste the sensitive folds hidden within.

As part of his act, Mike Tungsten would stick out his tongue. His tongue was incredibly long, and like every other woman watching him she wondered what it would be like to have that long tongue inside her. Now she got to find out. Mike reached down and parted her outer lips with his fingers. His tongue was running the full length of her sex, starting down by her asshole, running over her entrance, then up between her inner lips and over her hard eager clit. He moved lower so the tip of his tongue nestled in her opening. He circled there, gradually working deeper into her as her body relaxed. His tongue was definitely penetrating her deeper than anyone ever had during oral sex. It was like a small but very versatile cock, moving inside her, touching her g-spot, screwing deeper into her body. She spread her legs wider, almost trying to suck his tongue inside even more. She shut her eyes, staring to get close to coming, starting to feel the buildup inside herself. Usually to come during oral sex required a lot of attention to her clit, but the novel feeling of Mike's tongue deep inside her cunt brought her to the edge quickly. She felt herself starting to come, felt her cunt spasm on Mike's tongue, felt him slow down so that his tongue was gently fucking her in time with the waves of her orgasm.

Suddenly his tongue was gone. But it was immediately replaced. She felt his cock pushing between her lips and then he was inside her, buried deep in her in a single thrust. She heard herself moan. Mike started to fuck her now, much harder. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up to her chest so that his cock went in as deep as possible.

He pulled out of her. She guessed what he wanted and rolled onto her front so that she was bent over the edge of the high hotel bed. She spread her legs and he re-entered her, slamming his belly against her ass-cheeks as his cock thrust hard into her cunt. She felt his hand reach underneath her belly, felt a finger seeking out her clit. Sometimes her clit was hard to find but not today. It was hard as a ball-bearing. He fingered it roughly as his cock reamed her from behind. Her body could only take a few seconds of over-stimulation like that and she was coming again, moaning in time with his thrusts like the groupie had been doing earlier. He tweaked one of her nipples hard, slightly painfully, releasing still more intense feeling Her orgasm spread through her whole body, radiating out from her groin to all her extremities.

Mike was nearly coming too. Just as the last ripples of her orgasm subsided he pulled out of her and she could feel his cock thrusting back and along the valley between her ass checks. She felt the warm jets of his come as they pulsed out of his cock onto her back. He rubbed her back with a hand as if he was spreading sun tan lotion.

She lay there limp, face-down on the bed. Mike was lying on top of her, panting. Finally, after he had his breath back, he stood up and walked into the bathroom. She stood up. She felt a little dazed, a little guilty that she'd somehow let her body get the better of her mind. The two of them had barely said a word to each other. But somehow it was better that way, more intense, more erotic, more memorable. Once in a lifetime. She heard him peeing in the bathroom as she quickly pulled on her dress. She rolled the rest of her clothes into a ball and left the room, saying nothing to the half-asleep bodyguard.

She used her master key to get into the tiny room behind the elevator that they never used unless the hotel was over-booked. She slipped her dress back off again and slipped underneath the hot shower, letting the water wash her back clean of the reminder of her weakness. She picked up the flannel and wiped between her legs. But the touch of the flannel on her lips made her instantly aroused again. She'd not had sex for months and somehow her desire had gone dormant. But Mike had reawakened her and now her body was urgently insistent that it wanted more.

She took the showerhead out of its holder, moved her feet apart and directed the jet of warm water onto her lips. She reached down and spread her outer lips so that the water could spray directly onto her clit. Her mind re-ran what had happened earlier this evening, the feel of Mike's tongue in her slit, the feel of his fingers on her nipples, the feel of his cock deep inside her. When she recalled her intense orgasm of earlier in the night, she came in the shower for real, more gently this time, a relaxing orgasm rather than one that awakened her again. The warm water washed away the last feeling of tension from between her thighs and finally her body felt calm.

She dried herself, put her towel on the bed and lay down on it. She'd better get back downstairs since she was still on duty for a couple more hours. But she fell asleep for an hour or so. When she awoke she had to throw on her clothes and rush downstairs, hoping that everyone had assumed that she was elsewhere and hadn't really missed her.

When strolled up to the front desk nonchalantly as if she'd just got back from some routine errand elsewhere in the hotel. She didn't seem to have been missed.

Gina came up to her. "That rockstar guy and his entourage just called down. Apparently they are checking out soon since they have to get to the airport. Hey, they really quietened down once you went up there. What did you say to them?"

"I just went in and looked disapproving like a school-teacher and our security guy led all the groupies out."

"You just walked in! What was going on? Was there an orgy?"

"Pretty much. I don't care, though, as long as they don't disturb the hotel."

"You should have joined in," Gina teased. "You were just telling me you haven't had any for ages."

"Maybe I did," Michèle said, in a jokey way as if nothing could have been less likely.

"I would have done," Gina said. "I'd jump into his bed without a second thought. Whenever I see his tongue on TV..."

"Yes?"

"Well, you know...I imagine it...inside me."

Michèle looked at Gina to see if she was joking. It was rare for Gina to mention anything sexual despite the intimacy of their shared sexual experience with Albert. The elevator doors opened and a crowd of people came out. Michèle turned away from Gina, but as she did so she quietly said, "It's an experience."

The crowd of people, presumably Mike Tungsten's people, moved through the lobby toward the front doors. An efficient-looking older woman came to the front desk to take care of all the paperwork. She signed the enormous bill.

"There are lots of fans out at the front," she said. "Is there a way to avoid them?"

Michèle thought for a moment. "Have his car come to the underground loading area. He can get down in the service elevator. But have the rest of you leave from the front entrance or everyone will realize something is going on."

Michèle turned to Gina. "Go down to the loading dock and get Mr Tungsten's limo over to the dock by the service elevator. I'll go up and escort them down there."

Michèle returned to the eight floor. The bodyguard was still outside Mike's door. She did her best to look professionally at him. But of course he must know Mike had fucked her.

"Is he ready?" she said. "We'll take him down in the service elevator to avoid trouble out the front."

"Two minutes," the bodyguard said. But it was only about ten seconds later that the door to Mike's suite opened and he came out. He was clearly surprised to see Michèle standing with his bodyguard, but he did his best to disguise it.

"We will be taking you down in the service elevator, Mr Tungsten." Michèle turned and set off away from the normal bank of elevators. She opened an unmarked door. There was a separate set of elevators used to get the staff up and down along with cleaning carts, furniture and all the other day-to-day traffic it took to run a high-end hotel unobtrusively. Michèle, Mike and the bodyguard stepped into the elevator. The guest elevators were beautifully paneled with wood and with a tile floor but the service elevator was bare steel, dented and scratched. And unlike the guest elevators, which only went as low as the lobby, the service elevator went to the basement to the kitchens and loading bays.

The doors to the elevator opened. A long white stretch limo was waiting. Gina was there. She opened one of the rear doors as Mike approached. He stepped inside and laid back on the seat, staring back at Michèle and Gina. The bodyguard got into the passenger seat alongside the driver. Mike nodded almost imperceptibly to Michèle, just like he had earlier in his room.

"Get in if you meant what you said," Michèle said to Gina quietly, putting a hand on her back and pushing her towards the limo. The two women almost fell into the vehicle. Michèle pulled the door closed behind them and the limo immediately pulled away.

"You've brought me a present this time," said Mike.

"Yes," said Michèle. "Would you like to unwrap it?"

"Not yet. Tell me what my present is like first. I assume you've...seen it before."

Michèle wasn't quite sure what to say. Even whether to admit that she had, indeed, seen Gina naked before. Had done much more than just see her naked.

"Well," Michèle started, "Gina is very cute, as you can see. She has small breasts with little pink pencil-eraser nipples that get really hard. She's got a beautiful pussy too. She's shaved, so you'll be able to see everything clearly. She's got much bigger lips than me. A pink-petaled orchid. And she's got a little gold ring through the hood of her clit. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes. Unwrap her for me."

Gina moved in front of Michèle to make it easy to unzip her uniform dress. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra since she was not well-endowed enough to require it. Michèle pulled Gina's dress down to her waist so Mike got the first glimpse of her breasts.

"Nice," he said. He moved a hand down to the bulge in his jeans and massaged himself slowly, his eyes glued to Gina's body as it emerged from her dress. The limo wasn't tall enough to stand up so Gina knelt and Michèle pulled the dress to the limo floor, letting her wriggle her legs out of it, finally leaving Gina in just her boy-short underwear.

Michèle reached around Gina's body with both hands. With one hand she pulled the waistband of Gina's shorts out and she slowly slipped her other hand inside. Mike watched the outline of Michèle's hand slip lower inside Gina's shorts. Michèle's finger felt for the start of Gina's slit, pushing between the shaved lips until she felt the ring just above her clit. Gina gave a little shiver as Michèle touched her most sensitive spot.

"Her clit feels hard," Michèle said. "She's already excited for you. She told me earlier she would like to fuck you. Would you like to fuck her?"

"Oh yes," Mike said.

"Well get your cock out and show her."

Mike unzipped his jeans and started to stroke his hardening cock. Michèle continued to stroke Gina's clit inside her underwear.

"Would you like that inside you?" Michèle said to her.

Gina finally spoke for the first time since getting in the limo. "Very much. Can I lick it?"

Michèle didn't answer directly. She just put her hand on the back of Gina's neck and directed her down into Mike's crotch. She wrapped her lips around his large cock.

"Take your jeans off," Michèle ordered Mike. She pulled Gina up for a moment. He undid the buckle, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. His cock was rock-hard now. Michèle pushed Gina back down onto it, pushing her lower so that Mike's cock slid deep into the back of her mouth until she gagged.

"Fuck him with your mouth," Michèle whispered to Gina. Gina moved so she was on all fours, keeping Mike's cock in her mouth. Her head started to move up and down, working his cock with her tongue. Meanwhile Michèle worked Gina's panties over her ass until she was completely naked.

Michèle slowly pushed a finger into Gina's cunt. "She's very wet," she told Mike. "I think you'll like it when you get inside her."

Michèle pulled her finger out of Gina, covered with her juices. She moved it up a little and touched the center of the asterisk of her asshole, rubbing her own juices onto the little brown bud. She gently pushed the tip of her finger inside the tight ring of muscle.

"She's never been fucked up the ass." Michèle moved her finger in and out, gently fucking Gina's ass and relaxing her up a little. "She's never let anyone before. In fact I'm the only person who's even had a finger inside her. She's a true anal virgin. Maybe she'll let you be the first if you're lucky."

Michèle watched Gina fuck Mike with her mouth. She reached behind herself and once again undid the zip on her own dress and wriggled out of it. She unclipped the bra, slipped off her panties. In a moment she too was naked except for her stockings.

She pushed Gina forward. Gina moved so that she had a foot on the seat on either side of Mike, squatting over him. Michèle moved up underneath her, took a quick taste of Mike's cock and then positioned it so that it slid into the opening to Gina's cunt as she lowered her body. With one hand Michèle caressed Mike's balls again as Gina started to move her hips a little, gradually letting Mike's cock penetrate herself deeper and deeper. Mike's long tongue emerged and started to lick one of Gina's hard little pebbles of a nipple. Michèle moved so that she could lick Mike's balls. She pushed her tongue lower, underneath his balls, until she found his asshole. He slid forward slightly to the edge of his seat, spreading his legs wider to give her easier access. The tip of her tongue circled on Mike's asshole, wetting him and relaxing him. She moved her head away and pushed a finger into him. He grunted as her finger entered him. Meanwhile she moved her head so that she could start to lick Gina's asshole.

The three of them fucked like that as the limo rolled along the freeway to the airport. Gina rocked her hips back and forth on Mike's cock. Michèle fucked Mike's asshole with one finger while she licked Gina's asshole. From the sounds of their moaning, both Mike and Gina were getting close to coming.

Michèle looked out of the window. The limo was already entering the outer limits of the airport. Gina was fucking Mike harder now, her eyes shut as she reveled in her own ecstasy, no longer making a sound. Michèle could tell she was getting wound tight like a spring, tighter and tighter until suddenly her orgasm burst over her and she almost screamed with pleasure.

Mike started to come too. Michèle pushed Gina up and off Mike's cock, and wrapped it in her mouth. She milked his orgasm with her tongue, tasting his saltiness as the jets of come emptied into the back of her mouth. When his orgasm died down, Michèle moved her mouth. Gina sat back down, taking Mike's cock back into her. She leaned forward and kissed him.

The limo pulled close to the VIP entrance at the back of the terminal.

"Put your dresses on quickly," Mike said to the two women. As quickly as they could they pulled their dresses over their bodies and zipped each other up. The floor was littered with underwear. The bodyguard opened the door. He looked surprised to see anyone other than Mike. Michèle and Gina weren't quite sure what to do but Mike ushered them out of the car. They didn't really make any decisions but in a few minutes they found themselves rushed through the terminal and walking up the steps into Mike's private jet.

Michèle wondered what the logistics were going to be and, as if reading her mind, Mike said, "The plane will bring you back later,"

The door to the plane closed behind them and once again they were alone with Mike. There were four seats for the three of them. Mike indicated that they should sit in two of the seats facing him. They buckled themselves in and it was just a moment later that the plane was accelerating down the runway. Compared to the hassles of flying economy on a scheduled airline, this was bliss.

While the plane was climbing they had to keep their seat belts fastened and stay in their seats. Mike watched the two women from his seat facing them, saying nothing. There was electric sexual tension in the air. Gina slid her dress up to her hips. She spread her legs and with one hand she leisurely masturbated herself. First she stroked up and down on her big inner lips, gradually working a finger between them. With the other hand she reached down and pulled slightly on the little gold ring through the hood of her clit, revealing the tiny pink pearl. She transferred some of the juices of her recent orgasm to her finger and then started to touch her exposed clit, very gingerly at first and then harder. Michèle watched Mike watching Gina. Men loved to watch women masturbate, she knew. She wanted to touch herself but felt that this was Gina's moment. Instead she stroked her breasts, feeling her hard nipples even through the thick material of her hotel uniform dress, which was all she was wearing.

The seatbelt light went out as if they were on a scheduled flight. Michèle stood up and slipped out of her dress so she was naked again. Gina was still stroking herself lovingly with her eyes closed, lost in her own fantasy world.

Mike unbuckled his seat-belt and stood up. He knelt between Gina's outspread thighs. She was unaware that he was there. He leant forward and pushed the tip of his long tongue into her already aroused cunt. Gina's eyes flew open in surprise. Mike's tongue slid further forward as Gina's let out a long moan of pleasure. Mike reached forward and with his fingertips he spread Gina's lips apart and then he pushed his tongue still deeper, like a snake slipping under a rock.

Gina grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled legs up so that her sex was Mike's to do as he pleased. Mike started to fuck her with his tongue. He started simply slipping his tongue in and out of the entrance to her cunt, but gradually his stroked got longer, going higher as well as deeper, running the tip of his tongue over her clit. Gina started to whimper in time with the strokes, helpless with pleasure.

Gina pulled her knees further back still. Mike took the hint and his strokes started to go lower too, getting closer and closer and finally touching her asshole. Mike stopped his long strokes and instead started to circle the tip of his tongue on her asshole. He moved his fingers from her lips and instead gently prized open her asshole a little so that his tongue could start to push inside her. Michèle knew that Gina had never experienced anything like this before. For some reason it seemed to have become important to her to see Gina get fucked in the ass for the first time.

Mike stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. Michèle went over and unzipped his jeans. In a moment Mike was naked. Michèle took his hard cock into her mouth. With one hand she grasped his hard shaft and stroked him. Her other hand slid up Gina's thigh, her fingers feeling for the curve of Gina's ass-cheek. Michèle slipped a finger into Gina's asshole. She was already somewhat relaxed from Mike's tongue, and slippery wet too. Michèle started to fuck Gina's ass with a finger, gradually moving a second alongside, forcing her tight rear entrance wider.

Michèle stood up. She took hold of Gina's ankles and pushed them back so that Gina was bent double lying on her back on the chair, her dress now bunched up around her waist. Michèle moved forward and spread her legs across Gina's thighs. Their clits were inches apart, with Gina's cunt and ass spread defenselessly open. Michèle felt Mike's cock at her entrance and then he was inside her. He enjoyed her body for a moment, making long slow strokes of his hard cock inside her wet and welcoming body. Then he pulled out. Michèle looked down between her thighs. She could see Gina's crotch spread open obscenely. Mike moved his cock to the brown opening to Gina's ass. Gina's body tensed as Mike started to push. Michèle kissed Gina, feeling the intensity in her as Mike invaded her virgin asshole for the first time. Gina groaned as finally her body yielded and his cockhead entered her. Gina started to pinch Michèle's nipples as Mike started to move his cock back and forth a little in Gina's ass. Finally Mike was completely inside Gina. Michèle could feel his stomach pressed against her own ass cheeks.

As Mike slowly fucked Gina's ass in long slow strokes, she felt his thumb on her own asshole. He spat and rubbed the saliva onto her asshole, and gradually worked his thumb into her. He held both her ass cheeks apart so that his other thumb fell near hear asshole and, as her body relaxed, he worked a second thumb into her ass. It was felt extreme, almost painful, but eventually he had both thumbs in her ass.

Mike pulled out of Gina's ass and moved his cock to Michèle's. She was already so relaxed that he only had to push gently and his cock slid into her. Michèle closed her eyes and relished the feelings all over her body, Gina's tongue in her mouth kissing, Gina's fingers on her breasts and nipples causing jolts of electric excitement, Mike's cock in her ass, her clit erect but untouched. As if sensing it, Gina slid a hand down from one of Michèle's breasts and rolled a fingertip on her clit. That was all it took and Michèle came, a sudden explosion of passion and pleasure pulsating through her body, almost too much to take. Michèle would probably have screamed with ecstasy but Gina's tongue in her mouth meant it came out as a muffled animalistic noise.

Mike pulled out of Michèle once more and pushed his still rock-hard cock back into Gina. Michèle could tell Gina would come in a moment. She pushed Gina's dress up over her breasts so she could play with her nipples, give a little extra stimulation to take her the last few steps of her journey. Mike was fucking Gina's ass hard now, working up to his own climax. Michèle pinched Gina's little nipples hard and Gina came immediately, squealing with the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.

Then Mike was coming too, pumping his seed deep into Gina's no-longer-virgin ass ad Michèle kissed her and gently rubbed her sore nipples.

Mike stood up, and then Michèle. Gina finally slipped off her uniform dress so that all three of them were completely naked. Mike led them through a door into what turned out to be a bedroom. The three of them lay down on the bed.

"What's your name?" Mike finally asked Michèle. "The guest services at your hotel are second to none."