It took me promising to dress like Morticia Adams for Halloween, to clean the store’s bathrooms for a year, to gowith her to the International UFO Convention — dressed like one — and to flash my tits at the next three cops we see for me to leave without getting fired.
Stepping through the glass and gold doors of The Mercier Hotel, the bellhop holds them open for me, and I grin because it was worth it.
All the hell I’ll have to pay to Vale is nothing compared to how bad I want this.
I noted the paparazzi lurking outside, and as I stride across the white marble floors of the lobby, I look to my left and see the celebrities they’re waiting for.
Daniel Pierce and Redix Dean are here with their sexy wives or their lovers. I can’t tell who’s fucking who, but I know the cast of a hot orgy when I see one. The six of them are stepping through the open golden doors of the elevator, and where they’re going together, I can only fantasize.
Luckily, I’m about to have a twosome that will give them a run for their money.
I approach the concierge desk and tell him who I am, expecting that Beau has left the requisite NDA for me to sign. I’m also prepared to relinquish my phone for the night, but the concierge says, “Actually, Ms. Monroe, our guest had a special request of you tonight.”
When he escorts me down the hallway and opens a door a few feet away from the elevator, pulling out a cleaning cart for me to take to the penthouse?
Fuck you, Beau Bronson.
I’m gonna clean you so hard, your big dick will fall off.
I won’t back down. I get into the next elevator alone and take off my trench coat, stuffing it into my red overnight bag on a shelf in the cart. Proudly, when the doorsdingopen, I push the cart, swishing my long black cattail down the blue-carpeted corridor toward the penthouse suite.
Any guest can catch me half-naked in the hallway with a butt plug in my ass, and I love it.
I bang on Beau’s door.
“Cockkeeping!” I shout so the world can hear me.
I hear him chuckle as he opens it, but he chokes on his laughter once he sees me.
I’m bent over, letting him admire my long tail as I slowly grab the feather duster I brought off the shelf of the cleaning cart.
“Good evening, sir.” I rise and turn to Beau, and his eyes widen even more, immediately targeting my tits. Gold clamps dangle with tiny rhinestones from my excited nipples. They can be seen from a mile away through my black chiffon apron with white lace accents. Oh, and I’m not wearing panties. “Our sweet old janitor reported there’s a small, little, dusty dick in this room that I need to polish.”
Beau isnotsmall. His semi is hanging long and thick and to the right in his black suit pants. He also changed into a starched white button-up and a crimson tie that I’m sure he plans to blindfold me with or tie me up.
We’ll see.
“Come in,” he says quietly, stepping back and ushering his hand like he wants me to move quickly.
“Just a moment, sir. The guest next door needs more towels first.”
I pivot on my heels with no fear. Like I’m about to knock on every guest’s door and let them see our kinky role-play — and I will — before he hisses low, “Blair! Get in here!”
I shake my tail, flipping my hair as I look over my shoulder.
“Say,please.”
He’s so turned on he’s spitting nails. “Please,” he snarls.
I turn back and strut right by him, dusting his nose as I leave the cart in the hallway and command, “Grab my red bag, sir. It’s full of my cleaning supplies.”
Once I’m in the suite, I survey the room.
It’s opulent with traditional furniture, all in rich blues, whites, and golds. It’s perfect for this role-play, and so is that floor-length mirror on the wall, reflecting the night and harbor view outside the windows.
A gold tray sits on the white marble coffee table in front of a white sofa, a gas fireplace flickering beside it. He’s ordered champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries. They’re on the coffee table, and there’s a fresh vase brimming with three dozen red roses on the desk in the room, too.
And,oh my god,I glance across the suite and see the bedroom through the open double doors.