Room Service

At this point, you don't care if Bruno is still watching or not, though you highly suspect he is. You decide to call for room service, which usually isn't available at this hour, but since you're the most VIP of guests at the Bellagio, the front desk agrees to send someone up. They sound curious, since your only request was for some coffee, but they do so anyway. About 15 minutes later, you answer the door to a middle-aged man wearing the hotel staff uniform wheeling a cart with your coffee on it.

You let him in and he politely pours out a cup for you. He's about to leave when you stop him and he waits, probably expecting a generous tip for his services at this late hour. You take a better look at him. He's average height and build, and while cleanly shaven, his hair is curly and long, kind of like Weird Al. The name tag on his shirt says "Carlos" and he's wearing a simple wedding band on his left hand. You tell Carlos to follow you, saying you have a tip for him upstairs, and he accompanies you.

Once you step into the bedroom where Angie is, Carlos gasps loudly and starts to leave, and you have to grab him by the arm and assure him that it's okay. The commotion wakes Angie and she gets up groggily, rubbing her eyes and wondering what's going on. She shrieks when she sees Carlos next to you and hurries to pull some sheets over her body, though much of it is still exposed.

"John! Who is that? Get him out of here!" she says.

"Relax. This is Carlos. He was nice enough to bring us coffee at this hour. Could you please give him a tip?"

"A tip? Uh, sure. My purse is downstairs, babe. Just go grab some cash out of it," Angie replies.

You shrug. "I was thinking about something else. Maybe you could show him your appreciation in a more physical way? Please, for me?"

Angie and Carlos exchange confused looks before both of them begin to understand what you're implying. Carlos seemed stunned, but he's not trying to leave anymore as you let go of his arm, and you bet he's at least interested to see what Angie says.

"Really?" she asks.

"You love me, right?"

"I do."

"Then do it for me. It'll be fun."

"Okay... I guess..."

"No, no. I'm married. Thanks, but no thanks. I've gotta go," Carlos finally speaks up. Even though he's refusing, he still hasn't moved. He needs a little bit more motivation, you think.

"Angie, come on, show him what you've got," you urge the woman in bed. You're really pushing the boundaries of the impact of your mind control ring on her, and she seems ****, but after a brief pause, she pulls the sheets away and reveals her naked self to Carlos. You look at Carlos and his mouth is literally gaping wide in awe.

"Carlos?" you say his name.

"I can't man. Thanks for the offer, but I can't. My wife..."

"Your wife will never know. Look at her. How does she compare to your wife?"

"She..."

"Go ahead," you give him a nudge in the back and he starts walking towards the bed, still mesmerized by the sight of Angie. When he reaches it, he looks back at you. "What do I...?"

"Anything you want. Angie, you'll do anything he wants, right?"

Angie nods, but Carlos still seems hesitant, so you decide to give him some privacy. After all, you can still watch on your phone through the hidden cameras. "Go ahead. You have 30 minutes," you tell him, before leaving and closing the door behind you. You grin to yourself as you hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone the moment the door closes. You head downstairs to the couch and access the camera in the bedroom on your phone, just in time to see Carlos whip out his cock. You raise your eyebrows. He had been packing some serious heat, probably an 8-inch monster from what you estimate. He and Angie don't speak as he puts a hand on her head and gently pushes her down to his cock. She's a little hesitant, but once her lips touches the tip of his cock, her mouth opens up and takes his cock readily, deepthroating it on the first try. She sucks on his cock slowly, as Carlos stands here, his head leaning back with his eyes closed, and you text Bruno, telling him to tune in if he isn't. About 2 minutes later, Bruno replies, "Who the fuck is that?!?"

You keep watching, and you go find your clothes that you had left downstairs and start getting dressed. When you're done, about 10 minutes have passed since you left the bedroom and Angie and Carlos are still in the same position. You wait another 5 minutes, and she's still sucking on his cock slowly with no end in sight, so you go upstairs to the door and knock on it.

"15 more minutes!" you shout while looking at your phone. The reminder startles Carlos as he opens his eyes and looks down at Angie. You wonder what's going through his mind, when he suddenly steps back and grabs Angie by the shoulders and pushes her roughly down on the bed, faced down. Then, without any further niceties, he climbs on top of her and pushes his cock into her anus. Angie groans from the penetration as Carlos starts to fuck her hard. He hunches forward and it sounds like he's whispering something into her ear as he fucks her, but all you can hear from the camera's audio is Angie's labored moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She's probably very sore from the entire night with you already, and the larger cock in her ass right now isn't helping.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, it's over as Carlos grunts and thrusts his hips down 1 last time, emptying his load in Angie's ass. You hurry back downstairs and about a minute later, you hear the door open and Carlos comes down, his pants back up and looking proper again. He nods respectfully at you with a grin, then leaves the suite. On your phone, you see Angie sleeping soundly, and several more angry messages from Bruno.

Laughing, you go wake Angie up and using your mind control ring, instruct her to get dress and head home.