Straight Female

The bellboy is an attractive young man in his late teens or early twenties who smiles at you and says "Welcome to the Hotel Arcadia. May I help you with your bags?"

You get out, unlock and open the boot, and pull out one of your lighter cases. He grabs your largest, heaviest case with one hand and pulls it out, then grabs your second heaviest with his other and sets off up the stairs toward the hotel door acting as though neither one was heavier than a small purse. You find yourself staring in disbelief that such a small, slight boy could have enough muscle development to carry one of those cases, let alone both. You also realize that you are staring at his nice, tight little butt, which looks very attractive in his bellhop pants and for a moment you think how nice it would look out of them.

"Um ... Should I park the car?" you ask.

"No" he says "Just give your keys to the valet, he'll park it." And it is only then that you notice a man standing in the shadows behind one of the pillars near the door. He is muscular, European, and looks to have stepped of the cover of a romance novel, complete with long flowing hair. You suddenly imagine him taking you in his arms, tearing off your clothes and ravishing you, possibly in a stable of some kind. You find yourself blushing slightly as he holds out his hand to you.

You cough softly and give him your keys. He gives you a roguish smile. "Enjoy your stay" he says in a European accent of indeterminate origin and walks down the stairs, gets in the car and drives it around the fountain and down a dirt track at the side of the hotel that you hadn't noticed on your way in. You then walk inside.

The lobby is impressive, with cream walls, gold fixtures and a crystal chandelier. Golden framed mirrors and pictures of woodland scenes adorn many of the walls and the floor is tiled in a mosaic pattern reminiscent of some Roman villa. To your right is the dark wooden reception desk and to either side of it the doors to the hotel's dining area from which wafts the sound of conversation. At least you're not the only guest tonight.

The bellhop has taken your bags to the desk and is speaking to the receptionist, a woman with curly honey blond hair, a cheery face and DD breasts which are straining the buttons of her uniform. You walk over and she stops talking to the bellhop to greet you. "Welcome to the Hotel Arcadia?"she says smiling cheerily. "May I help you?"

"I'm going to need a room for the night" you say.

She goes on to explain the prices of the various rooms, which all seem very reasonable, and you choose a single room, number 690. She tells you that you can check out any time you like but to leave the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door "Unless you want a cleaner to find you in bed". Before turn to leave, following the bellhop, the receptionist smiles and says "O.k. Ms. Doe. Enjoy your stay!"

The walls of the elevator are mirrored. You get on and the bellhop pushes the button for the sixth floor. As the doors close you look over at him and for a moment his reflection in the wall of the car seems to be naked, but then you look harder and realize it must be a trick of the light. You look at the other wall and for a second it looks as if he has his hand between your legs, gently stroking your mound. You quickly decide to look straight at the polished doors of the elevator but in it you see what looks like a distorted reflection of him screwing you against the back wall. Just then the doors open and as you walk out, despite your better judgment, you look back into the car and swear that you see the impression of buttocks and a hand outlined in perspiration on the back wall.

"Here it is, ma'am" says the bellhop "Sixty nine oh." He unlocks the door and takes your bags into the room. "The bathroom is through there" he says pointing to a door. "If there is anything else you need, anything at all, the phone goes straight to reception." He doesn't wait for a tip, simply turning toward the door to leave. Just before he does he say "Enjoy your stay"