The Hotel - Part 1 and 2

Chapter 1 - The Receptionist

There would never be another suit like the one he wore; it was one of a kind, just like him. Corey was a man of a multiple expertise. His skills allow him to travel the world in style and comfort. He had the most glorious life, and the looks to go with it. The only thing he might change about himself if pressed might have been his height. He wasn’t particularly small, but he felt that if he was over 6ft instead of just under it, he might have been the perfect specimen.

His thick and lustrous dark brown hair was carefully tousled. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. Corey was a very handsome man but what set him apart from all the rest, what made him so irresistible to virtually any woman he ever met, was his smile. That was Corey’s secret ingredient. It doesn’t matter if you’re the most beautiful man on the planet, if you don’t wear your smile and own it, you might as well be the elephant man. Confidence is the key.

His travels led him to a brand new hotel on an island just off the South American coast. It was an extremely long journey from his home in Scotland and very expensive but his curiosity commanded he accept his invitation. It came one day, through his letter box. It was a small single piece of card that was decorated in the most extraordinary and splendid manner. Adorned with beautiful colouring and brail like patterns but for all its splendour, it simply read:

 ‘Join us at the Hotel Magnifique, a trip you will never forget.’

The very next day he was on the plane.

He carried only a small suitcase, resting by his side while he queued behind a small group at the hotel front desk. It shouldn’t have taken so long but there was no one to be seen. He checked his IWC Schaffhausen watch and counted the thirty second minute he’d been waiting now. It could have been worse he thought as his eyes floated down to the gigantic pair of cleavages in the queue ahead of him as they turned in conversation.

The blonde spoke first, ‘what is going on, this is ridiculous.’

Corey could see the majority of her body; she wore only a small white tank top that clung to her body and a mini pair of black hot pants. Just looking at her almost gave him an erection. If there was ever an argument that women are sex objects, she was it. Though she clearly worked hard for it, as did her friend, their bodies were extremely tight and toned. He wondered if they were even stronger than he was.

‘I don’t know, surely this can’t be right, where is everyone?’ The brunette replied.

She was of equal size and wore a pair of small denim shorts and a chequered shirt. Though the blonde seemed perky and fun, the brunette seemed to have an air of misery surrounding her.

‘Oh come on,’ huffed the blonde.

‘Oh I hope we don’t end up bumping into Chris Abi, I cannot see him.’

‘Oh don’t think about him Alondra, he’s not worth it, he’s nothing but a cheating scum bag.’

Corey wondered who would be stupid enough to ever cheat on such a magnificently formed woman. What he wouldn’t give to fuck the pair of them. The way it sounded, he might have a good chance with the brunette.

‘Excuse me,’ he said.

They turned to him with surprised expressions. His face bore his charming smile, immediately they felt attracted to him but as they stared into his icy blue eyes, they felt a chill. 

‘Yes?’ Abi said.

‘I can’t help but feel I know you from somewhere,’ he said, staring only at the blonde.

‘Oh…erm yes, you might have seen me on TV, we’re professional wrestlers,’ she replied awkwardly.

His eyes were constantly fixed on her own, she looked at Alondra for assurances that this was quite strange but she was staring at him.

‘That must be it certainly, though I admit I don’t watch wrestling myself, I presume I must have glimpsed you on some occasion and of course, I could never forget such a wonderfully sculpted being.’

Abi gave a brief smile and a nod but said nothing.

‘Well anyway, sorry, I sound odd don’t I. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dawson Saunders and I’m agent, I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard of me, I don’t wish to brag but the company I am employed with is the second largest in the world. I have an eye for talent, and when I look at you I see a great future in female acting.’

Her eyes began to widen.

‘You see, at the moment, actresses are becoming more and more prominent. No longer are women imprisoned by secondary roles in a male all-star cast. The time for women is ripe and I’m looking for strong, beautiful women who can become a shining torch for young girls all over the world. I would love for you to come and audition so I can see what hidden talent you possess besides your obvious beauty.’

Her jaw dropped, she couldn’t believe it. She looked at her friend who seemed just as dumbstruck but never taking her eyes off him.

‘Here, consider my offer, take my card and give me a call. I shall leave you back to your conversation.’

He handed her a personalised Dawson Saunders business card. If they checked the website they would find a picture of him at the agency. They turned back to each other and whispered too each other, he was no longer able to hear. He stood silently and waited, every now and then they would both turn and try catch a glimpse of him, and he would smile back every time he caught them.

He checked his watch and saw he’d been waiting forty minutes now, he was beginning to think he might come back later but finally a tiny redhead girl appeared behind the desk.

At the front of the queue stood a tall and very slim girl in a beautiful yellow frock. She began to speak to the girl but a loud voice bellowed from behind him. It was a thick accent, Corey recognised her to be German. It was not a subtlety in her appearance, she dressed like the definition of a German stereotype for a fraulein named Hildi. Mostly black, with a red apron attached to the front, and a very low cleavage he was grateful for. It looked similar to a maids outfit, he had never seen one before but he loved it.

The young German blonde barged her way to the front, shouting loudly.

‘Excuse me madam,’ she said. The pretty young girl at the front stepped out of her way and went behind her in the queue.

‘Hey, she can’t just jump in!’ Abi said.

The German turned and gave her a menacing stare, then turned back.

Her thick accent came out once more. ‘I was told our room would be cleaned and prepared every morning while we have breakfast, but we have returned and nothing has been done. What is the meaning of this?’

The desk girl seemed very prickly. ‘Well, I am certain that the maids are currently working their way around the hotel, I assume they have not got to your room yet. If you are patient, I am sure they will get there soon. Thank you, next please.’

‘I am not finished thank you,’ the German said, pushing the nice girl back as she approached. ‘What is your name girl?’

‘My name is Grace,’ she said.

‘Well Grace, I demand a maid be sent to our room at once, this is unacceptable. If you do not do this, I want to speak to your manager, I want to tell her how incompetent you are.’

Grace sighed. ‘Very well, I will send one up now. Is that all I can help you with?’

She did not respond but instead turned and marched out of sight.

The girl in the yellow frock approached the desk once more. She had a gentle voice.

‘Hello Grace, my name is Tessa Hardy,’ she said.

‘Yes I know who you are.’

‘The rest of my band will be arriving shortly; I would like to check into my private room.’

‘I would never have guessed,’ Grace said.

She took her passport and other details but everything she did was aggressive, she slammed things down, threw things spoke to her in a patronising and demeaning manner. Finally she threw the rock star her key.

‘Next,’ Grace said, staring past her.

‘Excuse me. I just have one more question.’

Grace sighed. ‘What is it?’

‘Is there some place myself and the band can store our equipment?’

‘No. Next.’

‘It would be most helpful to us if you could find somewhere to store them.’

‘Yes I imagine it would, but unfortunately we don’t so you will have to find somewhere yourself. Next.’

‘But..’

‘Miss, please vacate the line, as you can see I am busy. Thank you. Next.’

She moved out of the way as the wrestlers approached the desk. She was a very pretty girl, with medium length blonde hair and a very slender body. She had that innocent look about her, the gentle girlfriend. Corey felt very sorry for her as she lingered for a moment, confused and upset. After a few moments she turned and walked away.

At the desk, Corey could hear her talking just as ill-mannered as always but there was minimal fuss. Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, Corey approached the desk. She was cute little thing, she wore a knee length brown skirt and matching button up cardigan with a white blouse. She was very slim, and appeared to be active in her lifestyle by her toned muscles.

She stared deeply at him as he spoke. ‘Good morning Grace, I’m afraid I have some rather bad news for you.’

Grace sighed. ‘What is it now?’

‘I’m sorry to inform you,’ he smiled. ‘But my name is Francis Campbell and I am here to inspect your hotel. Here are my credentials.’

He handed her a badge adorned with the suggested name and his picture. She stared at it silently then handed it back.

‘I’m afraid I must inform you that you have scored the lowest possible score for welcome services.’

She said nothing.

‘I’m afraid that even if the rest of your hotel is amazing, this will in all likelihood cost the hotel a star.’

‘Please, no. I’m sorry, don’t do that.’

‘I’m afraid I must, I have seen all I have to see, I believe you are possible the worst receptionist I have ever seen.’

She jumped out of her chair and dashed around the counter and grabbed hold of his hand.

‘Please, don’t score me so low.’

He stared deep into her eyes, she seemed genuinely terrified.

‘I’m sorry Grace.’

‘There has to be something I can do, some way we can resolve this.’

She thought for a moment and then pulled on his hand, he started to follow her as she led him around the counter and through the door behind. They entered a small office with a desk and chair. She sat him down on the chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her gaze, staring back at him were puppy dog eyes of genuine concern. A part of him felt sorry for her.

‘What are you suggesting?’ he said.

Slowly she unbuckled his belt. He stopped her.

‘And now you are adding bribery and sexual harassment to your list of offences.’

‘Oh please, Sir. Please, I don’t know what to do. Don’t do this please.’

Her eyes filled with tears. She sat back onto the legs and covered her face with her hands.

‘Stand up,’ he said.

She stood.

‘Stand over there in the corner.’

She walked to the corner.

‘Face the wall.’

‘I am going to teach you to behave accordingly in your role,’ he said. He rolled up his sleeves as he got to his feet.

She said nothing and stared at the wall. He marched over to her. He stared at the cute firm bottom beneath the skirt, he couldn’t wait to see it. He pushed himself up to her from behind, no doubt she felt his hardness press up against her behind. In any case, she said nothing. He reached his hands around her waist and unbuttoned her cardigan from the bottom upwards. He dropped it to the floor.

‘Raise your hands.’

She hesitated and then did so. Slowly he raised her tank top up her body over her head. He peered around to see her small perky breasts flop out into the open.  Her hands fell down to them, covering them. She shivered. His hands dropped down to her waist, slowly pulling the zip at the back down. Then he tugged on her waist at either side and slide the skirt down, lifting each leg out of it, then taking off her high heels as he knelt, his face pressed up against her firm buttocks. She wore only a tiny black lace thong and then, in a flash it was down by her ankles. He legs trembled as he ran his hands up and around her legs, to her bottom. Briefly he parted her cheeks to catch a glimpse and he wasn’t disappointed of the view.

Suddenly he shot upwards and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her over to the chair. The pain caused her to stagger behind him and then she fell by his guide over his knee flat on her stomach. Her legs and arms hung helplessly in the air. It occurred to her what was about to happen.

‘Oh God,’ she said.

His hand struck her right cheek. She yelped, flinging her legs and arms up in the air. He struck her left cheek. She kicked and cried. Another landed, then another, again and again, smack after smack. She wriggled on his lap, struggling beneath his grasp. The pain was intense, it was a sharp sting when his hand first connected and then until the next one it left a burning pain. She tried to fend him off with her right hand but he pinned it against her back. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes pleaded with him. He smiled back.

‘Please!’ She cried. ‘I’ll be good Francis I swear.’

‘You may call me Sir.’

‘Please Sir!’

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK he responded. He kept his eyes fixed on her tight little bottom as he painted it in pink. His cock was rock hard no doubt she felt it. He felt no shame she herself was soaking his crotch.

Outside the office, he could hear the bell ringing. He ignored it and carried on spanking her.

‘You are going to start treating people with respect,’ he shouted over the sound of his hand.

‘Yes Sir. Absolutely. Ow! Ow!’

‘And you are going to apologise to Tessa and offer her something as a token of your sincere regret.’

‘Yes Sir, yes sir!’

‘And you are going to find somewhere to store her bands equipment.’

‘But there isn’t..OW OW OW!’She cried.

‘And you are going to find somewhere to store her bands equipment,’ he repeated.

‘Yes sir!’

‘Good,’ he said. He pushed her naked body off her his knees. She dropped to the floor and rubbed her bottom furiously. She stared at him, he could tell she had a burning desire to fuck him but he would not be giving her the pleasure, not yet at least.

‘Now, I will take that blowjob, and you had best be quick about there’s a customer outside.’

Chapter 2 – The Butler

He was a heavyset man. He had to be for his line of work. It was a tough job, but one he enjoyed. It certainly had its perks. One of them wasn’t the uniform. For some strange reason to him, he was required to wear a black tuxedo. It didn’t really suit him in his opinion, he was too rough, too tough looking to pull it off. It was something that Scottish ponce could probably wear, one of the new guests. It was his job to know these things, whenever any new guests arrived. Especially women but it was always useful to know what men were here too.

A voice spoke to him through his ear piece, ‘room 321 has only one guest at breakfast.’

It was a woman’s voice, Maryam, the hotel cook and his partner.

‘Righto,’ he said.

He took a few bites of his toast and downed his orange juice then walked out of his private room. He walked briskly across the hotel, nodding curtly at any passing guests. They were never bothered by him, he tried to be invisible, a hard feat for such a large man but not impossible. Their wealth made it easier for him, most of them would rather pretend he wasn’t there.

He stepped into the elevator as the three sisters stepped out. He was looking forward to his engagement with one of them but that was for later. He rode the lift in solitude up to the third floor. Stepping out of the lift, he looked around and saw the floor was clear. The Butler walked briskly across to room 321, knowing exactly which one it was. He knocked very lightly on the door and waited.

No answer.

He grabbed a key card out of his back pocket and slid it into the door lock. It flashed green. Very quietly he opened the door, taking every care not to make a sound. The closing thud was unavoidable, but silent enough. He crept into the main room and saw a body buried beneath the sheets on right hand side bed. He reached into his pocket and took out a small glass bottle and a handkerchief. It gave off a very strong odour, he took care not to breath any in as he wet the cloth.

Her body remained motionless as he gently covered face with the cloth. After a few seconds he let go, and then pulled the sheets from her body. She was a beautiful brunette, with large breasts. She was slightly bigger than most women but certainly not fat, more muscular which was expected to say she was a wrestler.

He stared down at her naked body, she lay twisted her back flat down but her legs on their side. He slapped her firm bottom hard and squeezed.

‘Nice ass,’ he said.

He felt her breasts, squeezing them.

‘Good tits,’ he said. ‘Surprisingly real.’

Quickly he placed a finger inside her pussy. ‘Not too tight at the front.’

He stuck it in her round the back. ‘Tight-ish at the back, definitely had it before though.’

He parted her legs, laying her straight on her back. Then he positioned himself at the foot of the bed, pulling out his phone. He began to take various pictures of her, ending with her laid on her front with her bottom in the air, making sure to get a nice snap of her asshole.

He wanted desperately to mount her and fuck her but he couldn’t spoil the merchandise. He didn’t get this job by being careless. Instead, he flipped her over on her front and took off his pants, his big dick already poised. He sat on top of her stomach and pushed her tits together around his dick, then thrust himself back and forth.

He didn’t have the luxury of time so he came quickly onto her face. Wishing he could leave it, he forced himself to wipe away his cum with some tissues and then crept out of the room after dressing.

The voice called again in his ear as he moved down the hall. ‘321 is returning.’

‘No problemo, already moving.’

‘451 main target is on the move. Unable to clarify destination or purpose.’

He felt a tingle up his spine. ‘Please advise targets route from dining hall.’

‘Target has taken main exit, looks to be heading for a smoke.’

‘Affirmative,’ he smiled.

He sprinted down the hall and jumped into the empty elevator, taking it to the ground floor. Around the guests he limited himself to a brisk walk across the reception. He saw Grace behind the desk, she seemed to be acting strange, cheerful and friendly. He didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter, it was too late for her.

He reached the fire exit and yanked it open. The lady outside jumped.

‘Oh my, you scared me.’

She was one of the three sisters he saw earlier in the lift. He thought she seemed the quiet type from what he seen and heard of her. She was also extremely tight, with a great body, he wondered at the time if she might be a virgin despite being just over forty. She must have been intelligent as well, she was a physicist for a university.

‘My apologies,’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you.’

He closed the fire door behind him and stepped outside. She took a few puffs of her cigarette and succession, while staring at him nervously.

‘Is it wrong to smoke here?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But I won’t tell.’

He smiled. He began to fidget his behind his back, she couldn’t see what he was doing but didn’t think anything of it.

She smiled back. She turned to throw it away. Suddenly he sprung forward and placed the cloth over her face. She struggled and screamed, but he was too strong and the cloth muffled her. After a few short seconds, she passed out.

He gently let her fall to the floor. Her grey cardigan and black skirt were muddied by the dirty floor. Quickly he jumped down the stairs and checked around outside, it wasn’t a totally barren area but not much to hide behind once he left the fire escape. It was deserted for the moment though. He ran back and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. As quickly as he could, he walked down the stairs and ran across the courtyard round the back of the hotel. He felt certain no one outside had seen him.

He unlocked the door to the staff area, and carried her through. He saw a few members of staff, he said nothing to them and they said nothing to him, only watched. Finally he reached the cellar door and opened it, then carried her downstairs.

Downstairs was huge, it was comprised of the same size of the hotel but it was off limits to most customers. He passed many doors, each with room numbers on. He travelled from room ninety six all the way to room twenty four where he stopped and knocked on the door.

A short, stocky bald man opened the door. He had a haughty and aggressive demeanour.

‘Your order sir,’ the butler said, holding her in is arms.

The man grabbed her from him and slammed the door in his face.

‘You’re welcome,’ he muttered, walking back to the hotel.