Eric Awaits in the Lobby

Eric had returned to his post in the lobby. He shifted in the uniform, as if the garment was too itchy. The truth was that Eric now felt as if his whole body was burdened by a restrictive weight. The wedding guests were checked in, a few passed through the pale marble corridor from the function rooms to the elevators, others mingled on a few couches, all however seemed in good spirits with beverages in hand the reception dance starting shortly.

Truth be told they were so enveloped by their good spirits they couldn't perceive the small changes around them. The slinking dress straps, shortening dresses, unbuttoned tops, rolled up sleeves. But not only were they slowly changing how they were dressed, but their body language too. There was more touching each other, an increasingly relaxed vibe, hair being twirled, cleavage being adjusted, cocks being shifted.

Not to mention the actions of some more liberated spirits making out heavily, some even performing sex acts, glancing at the front counter Eric could only smile as the two male clerks leaned forward on the counter trying to resist showing the **** and pleasure on their faces as who knows what occurred under cover of the counter.

As Eric continued playing casual observer he enjoyed the gradual infiltration of the crowd by the Idol. He could smell the arousing energy of the Idol on them. The assorted werehorses were mingling with varying degrees of deliberate intent, while the pack members seemed to be slowly taking control of the perimeter, between security guards on patrol and turned guests having smoke breaks the Idol's net over the hotel was weaving tighter.

Glancing at his watch Eric wondered how the bell hop could be corrupted. He would have turned the young man himself, but jurisprudence required someone to keep watch while the Idol got all the pieces in place for its biggest indoctrination of souls in centuries. Glancing at the distracted 20 year old Eric was for a change grateful for the bell hops lack of awareness and frequent engrossment with his phone.

Eric stepped out into the drive way as three taxis pulled up. Opening the door to the first one he smiled broadly as a short dirty blonde haired woman stepped out. “Well hello handsome.” Christy uttered with an almost lewd undertone.

Sensing his demonic fellow he bowed gesturing to the hotel door. “Good evening miss. I trust your night goes well.” Eric cordially greeted.

“Its only getting better.” Christy replied taking a quick head count of the girls now all out of their cabs. “Can you have all this sent up to my room on the fifth floor, maybe include a bottle or two for us to start of our night before we hit the bar.”

“Of course m'lady. Let the bell hop know if there is anything else we can do to accommodate you when he gets there.” Eric replied glaring at the bell hop as he realized there were bags to bring in as he hurried for a cart.

Christy sat back in the cab, running her hands across the back seat apolstry infusing it with the Idol's energy as she exuded her pheromones one last time while paying the cabbie. She repeated the action with the other taxis then lead her entourage up to her room as the bell hop hung their garment bags and stacked their suitcases.

As the attractive women followed Christy to the elevators Eric deeply considered whether to go up himself, or send the bell boy.