Lucille Checks The Bar

Lucille remembered time was of the essence. Leading Jeremy to one of the linen rooms she formulated the plan. "I need you to stay here while I ask some staff where their manager might be." Lucille prattled off turning to dash off eager for some actions only to stop and turn back with a needy smile.

"Before I go, do you mind giving me two tusks. I'd hate to talk to some of the most sought after hotel women and not have anything to leave them." Lucille asked Jeremy shed two tusks without a thought and handing them to her. He then turned and began channeling the Idol's energy into the various items in the room, in part to keep his mind from degenerating fully into the sex fiend the Idol had already turned him into.

Lucille rushed out of the room and through the back corridors. She stopped from time to time to embrace the feel of her new bouncing breasts. Cupping them beneath her shirt she enjoyed how her hard nipple poked through looking drawing attention to them.

She also kept debating how many was too many buttons to leave undone on the uniform shirt without coming off as unprofessional. Although, she much preferred her slut status go unquestioned.

Walking into the bar she could see two girls sorting bottles. One was clearly counting what was at the bar, the other was rotating beers in the coolers, keeping an eye out for customers.

Stepping up to the counter she tapped the tusk to grab the attention of the girl stocking.

"Uh...yes?" She replied peeking up over the bar edge. It was hotel policy for uniformed staff not to be allowed service at the bar, but what business would housekeeping have here, she thought. Or at least she did until she found herself drawn to stand and almost enviously eye Lucille.

Shelly was a tall slim blonde, she had always envied the tips some of her friends made in the club scene, but she didn't envy the skin they showed for it, something the hotel bar took out of the equation. Or at least she hadn't, suddenly she felt compelled to imagine having a rack like the one hiding in Lucille's uniform, and how amazing it would be to show it off.

Lucille blushed enjoying the focus on her rack, reaching across the bar she brushed a hand across Shelly's cheek alluringly.

Shelly didn't understand why, just that she nuzzled into the gentle hand brushing her cheek. Inside a debate tried to rage on about what was she doing, but it seemed pointless with how right this felt. Her cheek felt warm and had almost an electric feeling to it where the maid had touched her.

"Honey, I need two favours." Lucille uttered sweetly to the bartender nuzzling her hand. "First, where can I find the bar manager?"

That was a rather normal question. Shelly didn't know why, but for some reason she expected almost an invitation... Or desired one. She wasn't sure what for.

"Dave is likely double checking the shipment before putting it away in the booze locker." Shelly replied, feeling pangs of both relief and **** that there wasn't more.

Lucille took one of the hands Shelly had on the counter gently and placed a tusk in it. "You'll know what you'll need." She stated alluringly, wrapping Shelly's fingers around it.

Shelly almost gasped for a moment as she felt the warmth of the tusk push into her hand. It made her palm tingle pleasurably, it almost seemed to even whisper to her as she watched as Lucille started to leave, the housekeepers uniform teasing the body hidden within.

Lucille paused for a moment at the end of the bar, she was disappointed that she hadn't reached out to gift the other woman. Turning to see the bartender she had spoken to watch her leaving longingly Lucille placed the other tusk on the counter. She blew a kiss and pointed at the tusk, then to the woman doing inventory. Lucille was sure her intent got across as she stepped back into the labyrinth of hotel back corridors.