Call the pretty girl at the front desk

With total calm and confidence Sammie saunters over to the phone in the room, picks it up and dials "0." You and Daisy exchange glances.

You only hear Sammie's side of the conversation "Hi. Is this the front desk? Well this is Miss Ridley's assistant in room 343 and we need a little assistance up here. Yes. Yes..."

Daisy gives a look as if to ask you what's going on. You return one that says you have no idea.

But you're both listening to Sammie intently. "I'm sorry is this the desk clerk with the curly red hair? Daisy would prefer if you came up personally to help." Sammie's lips curl into a wicked grin. "Great. Great. Thank you." And she hangs up.

"What was that?" Daisy is very curious.

"You said you preferred to just watch girls. So I thought I'd get us another girl up here and you could watch me and her."

Daisy's eyes open wide. "Are you mad? What makes you think some strange girl is going to come up here and just do.... things for me to watch?"

Sammie laughs to herself. "You're the star of the biggest movie in the history of the world. I don't think you quite realize what people will do for you now."

You think back to the other day in the porn shop when Daisy said she still didn't quite grasp what it was like to have her level of celebrity. Still, you're not sure if that gives her quite the amount of power that Sammie seems to think.

Of course you're about to find out.

You remember seeing the girl down in the lobby, and she was definitely pretty, thin and tall with wild curly dark red hair, pulled back into a pony tail, looking very professional and sophisticated in her hotel outfit. But no amount of modest professionalism could cover the fact that she could be a model if she'd wanted. At the time you hadn't given it much thought. After all, you were mentally preparing for a night with Sammie and Daisy. You didn't need to think about this girl?

There's a knock at the door. Sammie smiles at Daisy.

"I think you're absolutely mental." Daisy says, not looking particularly nervous, but maybe just a little timid at what she's gotten herself into.

Sammie opens the door and the girl steps in, looking just as good as she did in the lobby. You glance at her, but spend most of the moment looking at Daisy's face. She can't suppress her delight at the situation, at just how gorgeous this new girl is.

Of course this girl has no idea what she's just walked into. Sammie leads her into the room. You sit on the bed. Daisy stands, giving the impression that she's overseeing things commandingly, even if she's not.

"What can I help you with Miss Ridly?" The girl says very gently.

"What's your name, hon?" Daisy asks.

"Samantha" The girl nods.

Sammie laughs. What are the chances, you wonder. Sammie and Samantha. Daisy's going to have both of them put on a show for her. That is, assuming all this works.

Daisy takes a deep breath. She's going to try this out. It's too late to back down anyway. "Well Samantha... my assistant here seems to be having some trouble getting out of her shirt. Would you help her?"

The words hang in the air for what seems like an eternity. You think to yourself that this could never work. Big star or not, Daisy can't just ask a stranger to put on a lesbian show for her. And when this doesn't work both you and Sammie are going home disappointed. You're sure of it.

You wonder how long it's been since Daisy asked the question. This is getting more uncomfortable by the second. Unless it hasn't been that long. Unless it just seems...

"Yes miss" Samantha answers calmly. Calmly, you can't believe it. As if she asked her to do nothing at all. And within mere moments she's pulling Sammie's mesh shirt off of her.

Daisy is breathing very heavily. Is she starting to realize that she wields great power? Because you seem to be realizing that. She goes for it. "Bra too of course," she adds.

And without even the slightest bit of protest, Samantha helps Sammie pull off her bra. And there are Sammie's wonderful perky breasts, and erect, pink, pierced tits for the whole room to see, you, Daisy and Samantha.

You're very hard.

And Daisy clearly has no plans to stop there. Why would she? "Well... everything" She says. And she can barely get it out before Samantha is on her knees in front of Sammie, undoing Sammie's pants and pulling them down, then sliding her pink panties down her pale, petite thighs.

And you're staring at Sammie naked. You've known Sammie for just a little while, and while you've always known she was pretty, you never really thought of her as an object of lust. Now you're staring at her wet, bald pussy.

Samantha stands and professionally turns toward Daisy. "Will there be anything else Miss?"

Daisy takes a deep, deep breath. "Well, of course you need to undress too."

You expect those words to hang in the air as well. You expect a long, anxious response to this new, very personal request. You expect Samantha will have to think long and hard before giving an answer.

As it turns out, she doesn't even say anything. She just starts peeling off her clothes. First her vest. Then she slowly unbuttons her shirt and pulls that off, revealing a sprinkling of four-leaf-clover tattoos all across her chest. Then she takes down her slacks, undoing the belt, and stepping out of them one leg at a time. Then her bra, exposing tiny pink nipples on freckled breasts, then her panties, revealing a lovely little pussy under a little dash of light red hair.

As Samantha undresses methodically, Daisy slowly makes her way over to where you're sitting and, her eyes focused on the girl, takes a seat on your lap. She clearly has to feel your hard erection up against her. But she doesn't react to it. She's too focused on Samantha. Again, you can't blame her

And there they are. Two naked girls, standing before Daisy and you. Simply because Daisy asked them to be. The power of celebrity is amazing, you think. Then again you're here as well because Daisy asked you to be.

"Will there be anything else Miss?" Samantha asks again, her lip trembling in anticipation a little, as it tries to hide a bit of a smile. She knows something special is happening. Something special and naughty. And Daisy Ridley is going to make it happen.

"Yes, there will be something else." Daisy says. "Would you please..."