Chapter Four: Slutty Shenanigans at the Hotel Part One

"Mom, I don't get why we're taking this weird detour," Rory complained as she was fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her shirt opened revealing a very lacy bra.

She squinted out the car window at the unassuming hotel that loomed in the distance.

"It's a surprise, sweetie," Lorelai replied with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Trust me, you're going to love it." She said as she twirled her hair as she wore a very long green dress revealing a lot of cleavage.

Damian, the enigmatic figure who had captured their minds, had suggested this impromptu trip after their full blown sex session they had back at the Gilmore house.

He sat in the backseat, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the leather upholstery, watching the two of them with a sense of satisfaction whilst rubbing his hand over Rory’s breasts through her shirt as she sat beside him at the back of the car.

The hotel was a sleek, modern building, the lights from its windows casting a warm glow across the darkening parking lot as they pulled into the car park.

They stepped into the lobby, the sound of their heels echoing off the marble floor.

The receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the three of them.

"Good evening," she greeted, her voice a smooth purr. "How may I help you?"

Damian stepped forward, his posture commanding as he stared deep into her eyes.

"We need a room," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "The best one you have available."

The receptionist, a stunning blonde haired woman with a large bust, freckled face with piercing blue eyes, took a moment to assess him before her gaze fell to Lorelai and Rory, who stood obediently behind him,

Their expressions blank and hungry as Damian had activated their trigger words to be blank and mindless before walking into the hotel.

"It's rather late, and I'm afraid we're fully booked," she said, her smile tightening.

Damian leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers. "I'm sure you can find something," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

"My... companions and I are quite insistent."

The blonde's eyes flickered between Damian and the hypnotized girls, then back to the computer screen. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating.

Rory, under Damian's control, stepped up to the desk, her movements fluid and graceful taking on her new role that her Master had given her.

She slid her hand over the counter, her fingertips brushing against the receptionist's wrist.

“Please," she murmured, her voice sweet and needy. "We've had such a long day."

The receptionist's pupils dilated, and she swallowed hard. "I... I'll see what I can do," she stammered, her own hand moving to cover Rory's.

The girl's touch was like a hot brand, leaving a trail of desire in its wake.

Damian nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured, patting Rory's head.

The gesture was so intimate, so possessive, that the receptionist felt a twinge of envy.

"Let me check the system," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

She typed a few keys, her eyes flicking back and forth between the screen and Rory's hand.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the scent of lust.

After what felt like an eternity, she looked up.

"I do have one suite available," she offered, her voice softer now, almost a whisper.

"But it's our last one, and it's quite... expensive."

Damian's smile grew wider. "Money isn't an issue," he said, slipping his hand into his pocket and placing a wad of cash on the counter.

"I'm sure we can come to an...

arrangement."

The blonde's eyes widened at the sight of the money, and she glanced around the lobby, ensuring they were alone.

"Follow me," she breathed, leading them to a private elevator.

As the doors closed, she leaned in, her breath hot against Rory's ear.

"What are you girls into?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Rory's eyes glazed over slightly, and she licked her lips.

"Whatever Master wants," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.

The receptionist's heart raced, her pulse quickening at the thought of what might await them in the suite.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a plush hallway.

The carpet was softer than anything Rory had ever felt beneath her feet, and the walls were adorned with art that could only be described as erotic.

Lorelai took a step forward, her hips swaying seductively, as if she could feel the eyes of every person in the hotel upon her.

The receptionist led them to the suite, her hand shaking slightly as she inserted the keycard.

The door clicked open, and she stepped aside, allowing Damian and the hypnotized Gilmore girls to enter.

The suite was massive, with a king-sized bed in the center of the room, surrounded by velvet couches and a bar stocked with expensive liquor.

Damian tossed the keycard onto the nightstand and turned to face the blonde.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes raking over her body.

"You've been most helpful” “Amber” he said as he read her name tag on her uniform.

Ambers cheeks flushed, and she licked her lips.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

“Not right now but I’m sure I’ll think of something later”

Damian replied his voice filled with a naughty intention that the receptionist couldn’t quite read.

He gave her a knowing wink and a pat on the ass as she handed over the room key, sending a bolt of electricity through her body.

She watched as the three of them disappeared into the suite, the door clicking shut behind them.

The sound of their muffled laughter lingered in the hallway, leaving her feeling both aroused and slightly confused as Amber walked away making her back to the reception desk.

Once inside, Damian turned to Lorelai and Rory, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"It's time for your next lesson," he announced, his voice dripping with desire.

"You both did so well at the desk, “Now, let's see how well you can perform in more... intimate settings."

Lorelai and Rory looked at each other, their expressions vacant but eager.

They knew what was expected of them, and the thrill of the unknown sent a shiver down their spines.

Damian led them to the center of the room, his hand on the small of Lorelai's back, guiding her to stand before the velvet couch.

"Strip," he ordered, his voice firm but gentle.

“As you wish our Master” Lorelai and Rory said in unison their eyes glazed over as the two women moved in sync, their clothes falling to the floor in a pile of fabric.

They stood before him, naked and exposed, their bodies trembling slightly with anticipation.

Damian took a moment to appreciate the sight before gesturing to the couch.

"Kneel," he said, and they complied without hesitation.

The room was illuminated by the soft glow of the pendant lights hanging from the ceiling, casting shadows that danced across their skin.

He walked around them, admiring his handiwork. “Very nice as he rubbed his hands over Lorelai and Rory’s bodies as they sighed with his pleasure just by his touch.

"Now, Lorelai," he began, his hand brushing against her cheek. "You will……

Just then a knock on the door interrupted them and a shy timid male voice could be heard through the door “ Hi room service

Damian hearing the man’s suddenly had a very naughty thought that could be a lot of fun.

Lorelai why don’t you go and see to that

Lorelai’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, understanding the command.

“Yes my Master” she said her lips curved into a seductive grin.

Rory watched her mother, her own mind buzzing with the excitement of what was to come.

As Lorelai stood up, her naked body moving with a newfound confidence as she walked to the door.

She opened it to reveal a young man with a tray of food, his eyes immediately bulging at the sight of her.

"Good evening," she purred, her voice thick with sexual undertones.

"Would you mind bringing that in?"

The room service attendant, a college student with the name Jake on his badge, could hardly believe his luck.

He stepped into the suite, his eyes taking in the beautiful, naked woman before him.

"Certainly, ma'am," he stuttered, his cheeks reddening as he placed the tray on the coffee table.

Damian's eyes followed the young man's gaze, and he chuckled. "Why don't you come over here, young man?" he called out, his voice like velvet.

"I think we can all have some fun together."

Jake looked over at Damian, his eyes questioning but intrigued. The power dynamic in the room was palpable, and he found himself drawn to it, despite his initial shock.

"Okay," he murmured, setting the tray aside.

Damian beckoned him closer with a crooked finger, and Lorelai dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving Jake's.

"Let's see if we can make this a night to remember for young man" Damian said, his hand stroking Lorelai's hair.

Jake's breath hitched as he approached, his eyes lingering on Lorelai's full breasts and the way her knees were spread apart, revealing her shaved pussy.

She reached out and took his hand, guiding it to her mouth.

Her lips parted, and she took one of his fingers between her teeth, sucking it gently.

The sight of this beautiful woman on her knees before him was more than he could handle.

His cock grew hard in his pants, straining against the fabric.

"Mm," Lorelai murmured, her eyes locked on Jake's. “Hmmm I’ll make sure to leave you a big tip” she teased as she stared at the obvious tent in his trousers.

Jake nodded, his heart racing as he watched Lorelai release his finger with a wet pop.

She turned her attention to the bulge in his pants, her hand sliding up to caress it gently. His cock twitched in response, and she gave him a knowing smile.

"Let's get you comfortable," she whispered, her voice a siren's song.