She Complains Alex is Unhelpful

“Hello, Eric. So good to speak to you.” Christy greeted on the phone, sitting back on the bed amongst the other models from the tradeshow with a mischievous grin. “Oh no, everything has mostly been fine. Except your bellhop here is abstaining from one small request.”

“Well I know it might be a bit of an unusual request. We just want to settle a wager about who his cock reacts to the most.” Christy shameless commented, watching the girls around her blush and try to avoid eye contact with each other while giggling.

Their inhibitions already suppressed by the corrupted room, ****, and Chrissy’s own actions corrupting their outfits or touching them with her pheromones.

Sue and Latoya to one side kissed passively looking at the bellhop and the other girls. Their minds already looking to cut loose into the promised driving men crazy.

“No, we don’t want a stripper or a gigolo. It needs to be a normal guy. I just thought this kid would be willing to get his cock out, and maybe played with.” Christy responded, eyeing Alex up and down like a piece of meat, sensing his burgeoning arousal.

“Here” Christy then commented handing the phone towards the bellhop.

Grinning at the progressing activities of the two girls she had the greatest exposure too she smiled. Gently grabbing a chatting Cathy’s chin, she guided the girl into a word pausing passionate kiss. Then apologizing to Demi for interrupting their conversation. All too happy to spread some more of her corrupting bodily fluids.

“Look Alex, if you ever want to make Concierge you need to understand a few things. One, it's about networking, two it's about unscrupulous dealings to get the guests what they want, and three if you don’t at least cater to those girls wishes to some degree. Well, you’re putting me in a bad spot. So, choose carefully.” Eric’s voice was stern, somewhat annoyed, and stoked fear in Alex that not going along with these girls would be what costs him his job.

Hanging up the phone Alex looked towards the door.

Something told him to run. To escape the crazy request these girls might be making. Already it was looking like nothing else he had never encountered in his two years here.

But Eric knew what he was doing. Eric was the best.

The Hotel Manager relied on Eric more than the front desk staff.

Looking about the room Alex felt a cold chill for a second as his eyes met an evil almost knowing stare from Christy, her smile bordering between malevolent, predatory, and playful. She was unusually focused on him, the three girls to either side of her almost seeming to exist devoid of her presence.

LaToya, Sue and Lee embraced together making out to one side of her.

Cathy, Demi, and Hitomi chatting, but their hands increasingly touching to the other side of her.

“Well?” Christy asked, her words seeming to carry unhindered over all other voices in the room.