He Sends Alex, The Bell Boy

Who has so many wardrobe bags for one trip? Alex wondered as he struggled amongst the hanging garments to maneuver the luggage cart off the elevator.

Entering the hallway Alex paused for a moment, were they redecorating?

The colour palette seemed off, he wondered if he some how missed this being done. Breathing deep something felt electric and heavy in the air as he pushed his cart forward down the hall. Turning a corner he could hear assorted women giggling, and laughing.

As Alex neared the door he paused for a moment, trying to adjust his oddly timed hard on out of sight, and straighten out his uniform. He couldn’t understand why he was feeling suddenly so aroused. Quickly relieved he had as he found the room with all the commotion was his final destination.

Knocking gently on the door Alex had to wonder what was going on as the talk all went silent with a serious of shushing before the door opened slightly, a perfect model literally opening the door enough to look him up and down, her cleavage barely contain from escaping the low cut V of her shirt.

“Excellent, come in. Come in.” Christy invited holding the door open for the cart to enter the room, the assorted makeup kits being snatched off it by their owners as Alex carefully hung each wardrobe bag in the front closet.

Man, it would be awkward walking in there without adjusting his cock. Alex thought as he respectfully tipped his head towards the seven, very attractive women re-gathered around an open bottle of champagne.

“Is there anything else ma'am?” Alex inquired trying to balance his volume over the gossiping girls without seeming too imposing.

“Actually yeah,” Christy started with a grin to the other girls. Stepping past him Christy closed and locked the door. “I'm wondering if you would be willing to settle a wager.”

“I’m sorry miss, I’m not sure I can.” Alex replied, as earnestly and respectfully as he could.

The girls beyond Christy burst into laughter, some of them blushing as Christy stepped closer, pressing her breasts against Alex. “Oh, I’m quite sure you can.” She replied with a playful smile, her hand rubbing the bulge of his erection. “I promise, You’ll like it.”

“Oh no. No way... I really can’t. I really need to go.” Alex stuttered, feeling suddenly flush. The only thing empowering his resistance to reciprocating to the model in front of him being the fear of losing his job over fooling around with the clients.

Before he could finish trying to leave the room, he found his wrist grabbed. “Please just give me a minute. Pass me the phone, dial the concierge.”

Alex swallowed deeply, suddenly fearful of just what she might say to his boss. Now unable to leave as there might be a complaint being filed.