Penthouse

Norman knew perfectly well that his **** had received his order flawlessly; he had experimented extensively with the Elven Gem. He was also confident that Stacy would obey without question, thanks to her obsessive infatuation with him.

Meanwhile, he had to endure all the taunts for the rest of the day, his mind working on a way to understand her dominance.

Near the end of class, as he was about to leave, he felt someone trip him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"You're truly useless, you can't even take five steps without falling."

It was Stacy Golder. She was reading a piece of paper, and in a blatant display of power, she tossed her golden hair, making it fly like a majestic flag. From the ground, the elf looked even taller and more helpless than usual, especially with the sun at her back.

"Good heavens... wasn't the sandwich enough?" Norman complained.

Without much effort, she crumpled the paper into a ball and then looked at him with an expression of utter arrogance.

"Oh...pathetic human, it's never enough to throw trash in the trash."

With that, she threw the paper ball right at the young man's face and left, out in the open. It was just another chapter in Norman's book of humiliations. But he knew perfectly well that it was all just Stacy's acting to keep up appearances, and if he was right, there was more to it than that.

Discreetly, he picked up the paper she had thrown and, once out of sight, opened it. He wasn't surprised to see what was written there in perfect calligraphy.

"Go to the XXXXXX Hotel at 6 pm. Give your initials, and they will give you the keys to the penthouse...make sure no one you know sees you...with all my love, your ****."

“That’s my ****,” the human said softly.

He was very happy that his elf sweetheart was obeying his orders to the letter, and he was excited about the things he could do with Stacy Golder as his secret accomplice.

The hotel he indicated was the most exclusive that money could buy, something that, fortunately for Stacy, was child’s play. Norman crossed the threshold, overwhelmed by its enormity and luxuries.

He was greeted by the receptionist, a beautiful fox-woman with a fluffy reddish tail and large matching ears. She regarded him with a certain disdain, clearly displeasing him; she surely thought someone like him didn’t belong there.

The young man, feeling inferior, approached her hesitantly and spoke somewhat fearfully.

“Um… s… excuse me, I’m NF… I… I’m here on behalf of SG.”

The receptionist’s eyes widened in astonishment. She began looking him up and down so many times that Norman felt incredibly uncomfortable. It was clear she’d gotten the message, and now, quite certain in his mind, he must be thinking how a nobody like him had such high-profile connections.

After some hesitation, the foxy woman handed him a golden key.

“For the elevator, please press the red button.”

“Th… thank you,” Norman said, taking the key.

He went to the elevator without incident, still feeling the receptionist’s surprised gaze, until the doors closed.

As he rode up, he thought how impossible it had been in the past to even approach a place like this. He chuckled inwardly at the wonderful perks Stacy afforded him.

“WOW!”

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Norman’s jaw dropped at what he saw.

The place had a high ceiling, a spacious terrace, a fireplace, large windows, a study area, a jacuzzi, and more. It was also equipped with a luxury kitchen, granite countertops, and a breakfast bar.

Speechless, he walked around admiring the genuine castle he found himself in. Upon reaching the terrace, he was treated to a beautiful view of the city skyline.

"Impressed...right?" said a sweet, familiar voice.

When he turned around, he saw an angel in a state of grace, Stacy Golder, wearing a transparent babydoll with small pink flowers where her nipples and vulva should have been.

He didn't know where she came from, but he liked her enough to generate a strong erection in the human.

"This place respects people's privacy...if you pay enough...my family owns the hotel, so I can do whatever I want here," said the elf, walking toward him.

“I see… I… hmmm”

Before he could say anything else, Stacy attacked him with a **** kiss, so overwhelming that Norman was pushed against the wall.

“Oh, Master… my love, I feel so terrible for the way I treated you today… hmmm… I was a very, very bad bitch,” she said between kisses.

“Ahh… oohh… don’t worry, it’s necessary so your friends don’t find out.”

The kisses continued for so long that Stacy took off his shirt to shower him with even more love.

“Hmm…ahh…I know, I love you, but I can’t help it…mmhhh…it makes me so sick to see how the girls treated you…grrr…I had to restrain myself so much from punching them in the face.”

“Ahhhh…yes…that’s it…that’s what I wanted to talk to you about…hmmm…I want you to help me take over Nina Darky…I want her to be my personal bitch too.”