Presidential Suite

“Good evening, welcome to Hoffman Hotels. How may I help you?” The concierge asks you politely.

“Yes, um, I booked a room under the name Joseph Craig? I was told a late check-in wouldn’t be a problem?” You answer the concierge.

“Joseph Craig… Oh! Good evening, Mr. Craig.” The concierge reacts in a much more enthusiastic and welcoming manner. “Yes, your late check-in is of no issue. Please wait a moment while I call the duty manager. He will attend to you personally” The concierge tells you, before walking away from the desk.

You immediately assume the duty manager having to attend to you personally is Becca’s doing.

“So~... an overnight staycation is your idea of making it special?” Brooke asks beside you.

“Well~, not just my idea. I actually asked a focus group for suggestions.” You answer Brooke.

“The focus group came up with what highschoolers do after prom?” Brooke teasingly asks.

“More like… what adults do to get away from their kids.” You answer her.

“Oh? So am I Missis Craig in this scenario, or am I your secret mistress that you hide from her?” Brooke asks you with a naughty look, obviously still flirting with you. Brooke starts to stroke your chest with her finger, and half-biting her lower lip seductively. You take the hand that’s stroking your chest and intertwine your fingers with hers before giving her your answer.

“How about I’m the boyfriend who wants to make it up to his girlfriend for spacing out on their date?” You suggest to her.

“As roleplay goes, it’s not that exciting” Brooke remarks.

“Who said anything about roleplay?” You ask her, squeezing her hand as you do.

“I’m your girlfriend now, am I?” Brooke asks you, trying to be flirtatious with her look, but you can hear a shyness, or maybe uncertainty, in her tone.

“Maybe you prefer I copy Chad and call you my shorty instead?” You jokingly ask Brooke, who chuckles in response.

“No. No.” Brooke answers you, before inching her lips closer to yours.

“Girlfriend sounds good.” Brooke replies, squeezing your hand as she does, while she continues to lean in. Unfortunately, you both hesitate to close the tiniest of gaps between your lips, before Brooke pulls back after she notices something in her periphery.

“Yes?” Brooke asks someone behind you with a polite smile, making you turn around.

“Apologies for possibly interrupting, Ms. Taylor. I’m the duty manager tonight, here at Hoffman’s.” The man replies.

“Oh? Oh! No! No! You’re not interrupting anything.” Brooke replies flustered, and lets out a chuckle trying to hide that fact.

“If that’s the case, I’d like to welcome both of you to Hoffman Hotels.” The duty manager greets both of you. “If you would follow me, please?” He asked both of you.

“Oh, um… I haven’t—” You’re about to tell him that you haven’t even properly checked-in yet, or that you haven’t gotten your room key either, but the duty manager cuts you off before you could say anything further.

“No need to worry, Mr. Craig. Hoffman Hotels takes pride in providing our guests with the highest quality service. You will find that all your pre-check-in requests have been satisfied.” He tells you with a polite smile, before leading you and Brooke to the elevators after you give him a confused nod.

“What’d you request from them?” Brooke asks you, after grabbing your attention by lightly squeezing your hand, as you both haven’t let go from earlier.

“It’s a surprise.” You tease her.

‘For you and me both’ You think, as you have no idea what the duty manager meant by pre-check-in requests.

“Holy shit.” Brooke says in reaction.

Holy shit indeed.

“Welcome to the Hoffman Hotel Presidential Suite.” The duty manager says after leading you through the double-door entryway of the Presidential Suite.

Your attention is immediately pulled towards the end of the room, where there’s a huge window with a view overlooking the city. You notice there’s a small dining table that’s being lit by a mixture of candlelight and the lights emanating from the city. The small dining table also has a vase full of roses on it, which makes every other arrangement of roses on almost every surface more noticeable after you scan the rest of the suite.

Becca definitely took liberties in interpreting your request to book a room here at Hoffman’s for your date with Brooke.

“I would also like to introduce to you Edmund, he is your butler for the entirety of your stay here in the Presidential Suite.” The duty manager then gestures to a man that you didn’t even notice until the duty manager pointed him out to you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. If you need anything, I am on-call 24/7.” Edmund informs you in his posh English accent, before doing a slight bow. “Chef Masterson, Head Chef of Dorsia, is already in the suite’s kitchen preparing your dinner.” Edmund adds after his bow.

“Here is your key card, Mr. Craig. Also, here is a welcome letter from us here at Hoffman Hotels.” the duty manager says before handing you a key card and a small white envelope.

“Edmund will take it from here, as you requested, Mr. Craig. We hope both of you enjoy your stay here at the Hoffman Hotel.” the duty manager says before taking his leave. You’re so shocked at the hospitality and amenities that you weren’t even able to give a tip to the duty manager. Hell, you didn’t even catch his name.

“Ms. Taylor, I believe Mr. Craig has a gift for you in the Master’s Bedroom. If you would follow me, please.” Edmund addresses Brooke, before gesturing to her that she should follow him.

“You bought me a gift?” Brooke looks at you unsure, and knowing that this is all probably Becca’s doing, you decide to just go with it; so you gesture to Brooke that she should follow Edmund.

“Like I said, it’s a surprise.” You teasingly answer, not wanting to admit that none of this is your doing.

As Brooke follows Edmund to another area in the suite, you flip the envelope in your hand and see that it’s addressed to you. You open it and read the typewritten letter inside.

“I hope the choices we’ve made are to your liking. - Becca.”

You immediately take out your phone to send her a message.

“You didn’t need to do any of this Becca.” You send, as an initial message, before immediately typing the rest. “For the record, I love the choices you’ve made to help me out. I owe you a lot. Thank you.” You add.

“I cannot take all the credit. Your girlfriends and I took liberties to accentuate your night.” Becca clarifies, before sending another message that’s short and simple — “Enjoy.”

Since you already have your phone out, you decide to check the app to confirm something too.

Taylor, Brooke - Affection Score: 100.

Love Score: 69 (+18)

Lust Score: 89 (-11)

You’re not surprised at Brooke’s Lust Score. If her actions were any indication earlier, she was definitely maxed out when she dragged you to the women’s restroom.

Looking at the app, you’re quickly reminded about having to farm points and how Brooke’s Lust Score is already maxed out. So you quickly hide your phone before you lose focus on your date with Brooke again.

You walk towards the dining table to look at the view of the city, while waiting for Brooke.

“Mr. Craig?” you hear Edmund call out to you, making you turn around to face him. “Ms. Taylor’s freshening up in the bathroom. I’ll inform Chef Masterson that your dinner will begin in a few minutes. Is there anything you need from me at this time?” He asks.

“Oh, uh… no. Not at the moment. Thank you, Edmund.” You answer him, and he gives a short bow before walking towards another area of the suite. You sit down, staring down at the tiny traffic lights of the cars below while you wait for Brooke. It doesn’t take long before she grabs your attention by calling out to you.

“Please tell me that app of yours doesn’t tell you my exact measurements.” Brooke says as she walks towards you, and your jaw drops at the vision in front of you.

“This dress feels like it was literally made for me.” Brooke tells you. “One measurement out of line and my titty’s probably popping out from this.” She adds jokingly.

“I’m pretty sure the measurements I sent were wrong if your titty’s not popping out.” You jokingly reply.

“There are less expensive ways to see my titty, Jay.” She replies naughtily.

“Of course… but are they more elaborate ways to see your titty?” You continue to joke, and Brooke cracks a smile at that.

“I guess if we’re talking about elaborate…” Brooke says, before sitting down on the chair opposite you. “Booking the Presidential Suite at a hotel? Getting the head chef of one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city for room service? Buying me a gorgeous leather dress?” Brooke starts listing. “All for what? Some titty?” Brooke then jokingly asks.

“Did it work?” You ask, obviously still joking.

“You tell me.” Brooke replies with a naughty smile, before she slowly and sensually caresses her bare chest, teasing the hem of the leather dress that’s covering her nipple. You can’t look away from her chest while her fingers continue to tease that she’ll pull the cup covering her nipple to the side. The ‘candlelight’, which you notice is actually LEDs, is perfectly angled to illuminate her chest too, so you’re even more drawn to it. After a few more seconds of teasing, Brooke finally digs her fingers underneath the hem, before slightly pulling it to the side.

You can almost see it…

Just a little more…

“Good evening, Mr. Craig, Ms. Taylor. My name’s Lizzie and I’ll be your personal server tonight.”