Shelly Goes to Restock

Shelly couldn't understand why, but she felt a bit disappointed when that maid left. At the same time though, she also felt relief. It was an odd mix and one quickly forgotten as the item she handed Shelly was put on the bar rail shelf behind her, as she wiped the counter on her way to retrieving the item left for Caroline.

It felt very much the same as her own, she hadn't noticed when she handed Caroline hers, that suddenly it felt harder to put it down.

"What's this?" Caroline asked glancing from the books for a moment to see what was put beside her.

Something was drawing her attention to it, she didn't know what, only that she had mixed feelings about it's strange cylindrical shape, smooth looking surface, and gentle arc.

"I don't know. One of the housekeepers dropped them off for us." Shelly responded, she was torn about just leaving the discussion at that. "It's kind of weird, I feel drawn to them, but also sort of creeped out on another level." Shelly reluctantly added, she was just being crazy.

Caroline felt dread tingle down her spine. She stared at the books for a moment, glancing at how her left hand had subtly seemed to have drifted towards almost grabbing the strange item. "Don't be ridiculous. If anything it kind of reminds me of the short tusks zoo elephants always seem to have."

Shelly resumed rotating the beer stock so she could restock the fridges. Eventually she made her way around to the one beneath her tusk, Shelley finding herself drawn to keep gazing up at it, odd yearnings growing within her, dancing just beyond her awareness.

As she stood up her hand grabbed hold of it and she couldn't bring herself to let it go. She glanced around, hardly anyone in the bar. Caroline was here to keep an eye on things.

"I'm going to grab the cart and bring a few cases back for restock." Shelly shared with Caroline moving towards the door into the back halls.

"Don't hurry too much, I'll text you what bottles to grab for the shelves in a few minutes." Caroline responded, it was important that they stock everything, all the staff were due to be tied up with a reception later, and it was never good to have a bar go unattended so something could be restocked.

Shelly fidgetted with the tusk in her hands as she maneuvered through the mostly sparsely manned access halls of the hotel.

The warmth in her hands had transformed into almost an electric buzzing sensation. Pleasurably tingling away at her hands, as she reached the loading dock area Shelly found herself brushing the tusk across her cheeks subconciously. As she grabbed one of the carts kept parked here.

Pushing the cart back through the halls to the freight elevator Shelly felt increasingly anxious holding the tusk clasped between her hands and the cart handle.

She didn't know why, just that something was wrong. Inside her soul cried for the tusk to be discarded, all the while her body sensed the pleasure it retained and hungered for a greater taste of what it had to offer.

She parked the cart on the elevator and pulling the doors shut began holding the down button, keeping the lift in motion.

The whole while she stared unaware at the tusk, she wasn't truly aware of the reason why, or the thoughts rushing through her head mostly blinking through too quick for her to get anything beyond abstract ideas. What does it taste like? Maybe she could play with it teasing her manager with impressions of what she'd look like giving a blowjob.

As the freight elevator lurched to a stop Shelly became aware of her free hand having wandered to grind across her crotch. Suddenly she realized just how horny she was.

She bit her lip as she looked at the tusk thinking of what relief it might be able to offer her.

What was she thinking? Shelly began trying to ground herself as her mind once more tried to take a flight of fantasy.

She had a job to do, she didn't have time to sneak off and feel... Shelly's mind derailed into thoughts of the warm tingling sensation from touching the tusk pleasurably spreading up into her.

She soon realized she had stopped pushing the cart again and shook her head. Perhaps she needed a quick touch, you know... enough to just get her mind back on track

NO. That would just make her want... No, NEED more.

As she rounded the last corner she reached for her keys not noticing the booze locker doors were already open. She had forgotten the manager was likely here, she thanked herself for resisting a quick "touch".

As Shelly went to place her keys down she froze. What was that sound?

The pleasurable muffled moaning reverberated within her, there was also some sloppy lip smacking noises as Shelly peeked through the door way...