Yes, It's My First Time

"Yes... erm... this is my first time... I... I won a competition," you explained nervously, pressing yourself against the reception desk in an attempt to hide from view the obvious rise of your erection, all the while trying to remain tactful in your perverse ogling of Scarlett's very bare, very alluring body. You just wish that she would turn around so you could get a good look at her rounded rear end and the undoubtedly immaculately shaped arse that hips such as hers would boast.

"I see. Well, congradulations. If you'll just give me a moment to confirm your room is ready," she replied pleasantly, busying herself on the computer, ignroing your glances. You had to look around the foyer just to confirm that you weren't the only one enamoured by Scarlett's nudity, at which point you noticed in one of the small nooks lining the foyer that a hotel guest was reclined in one of the seats as an unidentified blonde happily bobbed her lips back and forth across his cock, the mess of blonde hair rising and falling against his crotch. The two treated the act as normal, further exciting you for the prospects to come, "Right, there are a few introductory details about the resort I need to explain."

"Of course. Anything," you replied a little eagerly, your cheeks growing flush as you restrained yourself. A soft smirk worked its way across Scarlett's lips as she turned back to face you.

"The resort exists for our guest's pleasure, yet there are a few rules that need to be enforced to ensure the smooth running of the resort. First, please be mindful of other guests. Engaging sexually in public is not an open invitation for anyone to join in. Additionally, if a celebrity is otherwise occupied with another guest, please respect this. Furthermore, celebrities wearing white armbands such as myself as currently engaged in work necessary to the day-to-day functioning of the resort and as such, trying to solicit them or indeed distract them from their duties is seen as a violation of resort policy," Scarlett explained, gesturing to her arm were a white stretch of fabric rested on her bicep.